To The Lovely Anon

I like big bots and I cannot lie...

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hihi!! as you already know im a sucker for kobd <3 and i was wondering if you could write some kobd angst from breakdown's pov 👉🏾👈🏾

Of course!! Set after the events of s2 ep7 of Aligned...

Breakdown was a tough bot, always had been. Getting roughed up was nothing new to him, neither was pain. But... there was just so much. Everywhere. He couldn't even decipher the readings at this point. Too many, too quick. Then, with startling suddenness, it was gone. Coherent thought fizzled into a series of flickering pictures, briefly snapping into clarity before blurring together again. It was an unsettling feeling, as though he'd been pulled abruptly from a deep recharge. His processor felt sluggish, static-laden. He was on the ground. Had he... passed out? And where had that Pit-spawned glitch gone off to? The forest around him was quiet. The distinct clack of her many legs and the smug sound of her laughter were absent. Had she fled? Likely... coward. He was not looking forward to reporting that news to his Master. First things first... he needed to get back to... to who? Had he come here with someone? Why couldn't he... think... The static returned, and he shuttered his one remaining optic a few times hoping to clear things up. 'She must have... messed me up good.' He needed to get back. Knockout would patch him up. He always did. If only he didn't feel so depleted. 'Get up. For frag sa-sakes. M-move.' His limbs would not respond. He couldn't... feel them. Couldn't feel them... oh. Oh. He needed help. Urgently. His comm wouldn't work. 'H-help... anyone...' Lights flashed ahead, a vehicle pulling up. 'Knockout!' Relief flooded through him. He could fix this... fix him. Visuals were bleeding together now, and he could hardly make out anything apart from the light and the shadowed shape of his partner as he neared.... wait. Two shapes... three... all small. 'N-not Knock- not Knockout.' Everything was dimming. He struggled to bring himself back, to fight through the fog. No matter how he tried, awareness slipped further and further from his reach. 'I have to get b-back... to him... Primus please...'

His audial receptors were beginning to fail, sound coming through in patches.

"MECH 1 to Sylas...."

If this doesn't work I have no hope...

Take me back to my childhood <3

I’m rewatching a childhood classic. >:3c

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