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Subject your Followers to your favorite Stupid Bullshit.
(I don't have a proper name for it yet)
So, imagine you're stuck in the Fire Dimension, and for reasons unknown another warp gate opens before you. The second you step through; you know something is up. You're left wondering, "where is everybody?" Looking around, you find three things that leave you startled. One, you're on Cybertron and the whole place looks like the mother of all train wrecks. Two, there's a small squadron with their guns pointed at you. Three, there is a mech that looks exactly like your former leader except here's the problem...he has a near-maniac grin on his face, and he's charging right at you. Oh! and did I mention that his color scheme is practically all black with a miniscule number of teal splotches. That grin alone is enough to make even Unicron start screaming. With all this in mind, how are you, a lone seeker going to get out of this alive, and hopefully with both wings still attached?
Who knows?
Issue 9 Ratchet said he was spray painting his hands
He left the undried paint on Drift’s face after he tried to shut Drift up
graceful gallop
A Prime and his eccentric seeker.
Pairing: Redwing/Rodimus Prime
Continuity: G1
Prompt: Board Games
AO3 | The Rise of Rodimus Prime
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