The god lingers. He has embellished and warped Megatron’s frame and considers Smokescreen with a curious tilt to his helm.
“My chosen vessel reaches out to you. Fear not. He will be returned to you.”
The god lingers. He has embellished and warped Megatron’s frame and considers Smokescreen with a curious tilt to his helm.
“My chosen vessel reaches out to you. Fear not. He will be returned to you.”
“Your gifts are volatile, Foolish One. Surprises even moreso. I would have you reveal it before I accept.”
REMEMBER THAT TIME I MADE STOVE THINK YOU WERE THE IMPOSTER
Steve discovered your deception quickly.
::Absolutely. A necessary step to uniting the planet again. Come, go over them with me. It’s your plan, show me what you’ve done.::
Then you probably shouldn’t touch it, Megs- if you can at all avoid it, at least.

I shall make all attempts to do so.
((crack beneath the cut))

((I don’t remember who made this but I’ve had it for YEARS and it still makes me laugh stupidly))
What- No! Smokescreen, you will not throw away your second chance. Even touch it again and I will throw you through the wall without the phase shifter.
::Of course. Meet me on the landing deck.:: He was sick of being cooped up in his room. Some questionably fresh air may do him some good.
It takes a moment for any response to form.
::You can’t tell me that you disagree with him, Smokescreen.::
1/10
I am feeling better than I have in a long while. Drinks would not be unwelcome.
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…Would you say that’s accurate?