𝐄𝐗𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐘

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❝ Eh, cigars are more of Frank's taste. Cigarettes and the holder are easier on a lip-less mouth. ❞

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ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀ 'ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪꜱ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴇᴘ
ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛᴇᴏᴜꜱ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ᴀʀɪꜱᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏᴅ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴅᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴠɪɢɪʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ
ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ

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❝ As you can probably see, they're really doing their homework, and I don't like it when they learn too much. ❞

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𝗭𝗲𝘁𝗮'𝘀 looks modified. Accompanied with a diagram of a heart-like organ grafted to metal tubes and wires, a key-shaped orifice in its center. A key in similar shape to the same one for Vector Sigma.

"𝙵𝙻𝙴𝚂𝙷 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺" was the name this abomination carried.

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Dirge pulled a folder out from his suit before splaying its contents all over the table. These were not only documents on the Primes, they were full-on anatomical blueprints, every diode detailed down to the very spark. Solus, Onyx, Megatronus, though oddly enough...

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❝ That thing is Cybertron's holy grail. A conduit to the dead and the greatest minds Cybertron has to offer, a blade against the Chaos Bringer... at least, that's what their documents said. Lots of detailed information about its wielders over the course of time. ❞

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get serious

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Where, oh ,where have I heard that before?

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A dark figure opening holes to a darker world, with all intents of Hell breaking loose...?

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『 𝐋𝐕𝟒 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨
𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 』

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Silence, there was nothing but the sounds of cold air admist the Horde Empire.

Hordak looked longingly at the skies as his Generals and enforcers stood in line.

Bowing their heads in silence, Preparing to inform their leader about the news.

Grizzlor stepped forward, getting on one

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❝ We, and by we, I mostly mean PROMETHEUS, traced it to a Horde R&D base. Dunno how long it was stewing in there, so i'd approach it with caution. Alien technology is not exactly my forte. ❞

The Matrix lay still on the floor, glowing, still oozing with some vicious Frank mouthwash.

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❝ ... and after some routine detective work, found it before they could send anyone to get it. Honestly, it was probably safer with Frank, someone who doesn't know how to use it, rather than someone actively trying to crack its code. ❞

〝 I beat up some woman for it! 〞

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An exasperated, exhausted sigh or groan came from the skeleton as he made a couple of last adjustments to his skull.

❝ I... apologize. I ordered Frank to go get the Matrix. It's not safe in Hordak's hands, especially with PROMETHEUS skulking about. They already had their sights on it... ❞

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❝ You told me you already returned that! And you were carrying that the whole time to 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 cars and beat people up? ❞

〝 I did return it... To several cars and insurance companies! You didn't say who I had to return it to! It's a wonderful blunt object! 〞

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❝ Frank! ❞

Dirge shouted after his body got shoved into a pile of cardboard boxes, though his voice from a different angle. His headless body arose, patting his hand around for his skull before finally finding it and 𝘤𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 it back on his neck.

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〝 𝙃𝙍𝙍𝙍𝙆.ᐟ 𝙃𝘼𝘼𝘾𝙆.ᐟ 𝙂𝙇𝘼𝘼𝘾𝙆.ᐟ 〞

[ 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘕𝘒.ᐟ ]

〝 I 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘠 forgot to deliver this thing, because you see, this thing is a 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 blunt object! I kept whackin' goons over the head and breaking windshields with it back home forgetting I was supposed to deliver it. 〞

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... horrid, retching, gagging noises as this odd, steel frame began to seep out from it, covered in some vicious saliva. The further Frank began to unceremoniously throw this thing up, the more it revealed itself. The azure glow, the divine radiance of wisdom clouding its very presence...

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Frank shouted as he ran up to the door and shoved his skeletal partner aside.

〝 I remember now! Dirge sent me to one of his treasuries or something to get... something! For you! Hold on! 〞

His artificial mouth began to play 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 by Stan Bush, and out from his maw came a bunch of...

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Dirge looked down at the floor as he rummaged through his own thoughts.

❝ That Shockwave guy gives me the creeps, can't help but feel he alerted me here for less of your world's sake but his own motive's sake. Anyways, have you heard of a deity named Uni- ❞

〝 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘬.ᐟ 〞

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〝 Hordak, Hordak, Hordak... 〞The brain muttered to himself at the mention of the name.

❝ I get it. ❞ Dirge said. ❝ I've been busy digging dirt up on them while things have been quiet, and also the person responsible for alerting me to PROMETHEUS' presence here. ❞

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#𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐊UNLEASHED will officially be coming to BlueSky.

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Dirge was kind of speechless and confused for a moment at the implication that Frank read 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 of those things, but his attention snapped to Prime in a soon few seconds.

❝ Uh, anyways. Been a hot minute, how things over here? ❞

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〝 I got Little Women and the Quran. 〞

❝ Those'll do. ❞

Frank got to work sliding the 1800s coming of age story and religious text under the sofa to act as the new leg.

〝 Inshallah give Meg, Jo Beth, and Amy thy strength to hold my couch. 〞

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❝ ... Oh well. Better than no couch, I suppose. Nothing a few books underneath can fix. ❞

〝 Crap. What type of books we need? 〞

❝ About two novels. ❞

Frank stuffed a hand into his maw and shuffled it around a bit, before pulling out two books.

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[ 𝙎𝙉𝘼𝙋! ]

What was meant to be a firm tug and a twist snapped the wooden leg of the couch clean off. On the bright side, the couch was finally moving through into the room

〝 You crippled the couch! [sniffle] You monster! 〞The abomination in the back shouted in grief.

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Dirge went to assist, but forgot that the strength of a giant robot far outmatches his own. Apparently though, the skills of moving furniture is still relatively the same, as evidenced by the couch now in a further but somehow worse position.

❝ Aw jeez... maybe if I... ❞

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