𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙒𝙄𝙋𝙀. 𓆩𓆪

{ that jeep looks like swindle. interesting. }

{{ HIIIEEEE u were missed

{{ ELDI??!???

farewell, wrecker.

{ waving a wing. not like he can SEE IT, but, at least he’s in solitude one more. * 😪 }

you’re smarter than most, then.

{ offlining his little optics. his eyes sure do give away where he was residing, now he remains in the dark! }

no. my pedes lock onto the ceiling in this form, it keeps me stationary so i can recharge.
why are you out here when it’s dark out?

none taken. you’re familiar with the area?

{ that’s a shock and a half— this is typically decepticon territory, after all. he’s not too concerned, clearly, crawling back up to his original resting spot after landing. }

nobody really takes a look for what’s above them, anyway.

evening. can i help you with something. you have blinded me for a good minute and a half…

{ you can really tell he was sleeping GOOD, considering his voice is more gruff, like when one first gets up in the morning rather than malicious. * 🫩 }

{ no way. you disturbed his slumber with your bright ass headlights, now do the time. flying down, debating on perching onto the wrecker’s shoulder… leave it to the good guys to start a disturbance. * 🙄 }

{ primus forbid a guy sleeps in a little bit more before nightfall. starting to crawl out of hiding, revealing more of his frame. quite a big bat, actually. }

{ people are trying to SLEEP HERE. this isn’t the most pleasant area either, bright red optics ominously lighting up the darkened area where he’s remaining. get any closer and he’ll jumpscare you. }

{ just a little ( not really ) bat perching upside down in the dark alleyway. nobody bothers anything that’s stuck on the ceiling, mostly because they can’t see him. snzzz. * 😴 }

{{ :3

{{ everyone so mean to u cheeto.

luckily, whiteripple reacts faster than him, wielding her weapon of choice to slice the bundle of melted mecha. you’ve got to start carrying something after today, cheetor, considering this encounter has scarred him a little bit. * 💦 }

{ WOAH! why is he unleashing the dead on them? immediately, the cheetah pops out of his preferred animal frame to switch over to his root mode, metal settling into place with widened optics. he’s relatively young in regards to his teammates, never having the displeasure of seeing a sight like this—

{{ get that fuckass hamster out my FACE

{{ i think anyone would be tbh

{{ WHY THR ZOMBIES??!! ILL TAKE THE KICK

{{ hes gonna kick the kitty 😔

{ cheetor never takes too kindly to threats, even if the impending doom is coming from a member of the djd themselves. his frame moves into an almost prowling position, as if questioning the move to pounce. HELLO?! }

… ggrrrhh.

{ with whiteripple speaking out does he move to turn away instead. }

{{ megatron war flashbacks with being called pussycat

uh. okay. can you take your work somewhere else.

{ it’s not as if he can save these individuals at all— they’re in the process of melting as they speak, but trust, cheetor gave it a good thought. primus, make those mechas deaths at least quick, would you? }

{ JUMPS, stood at whiteripple’s side— alert with the display before the two. what the hell. }

er… feeling occupied there, helex? what gives?

{ oh my god. }

{ swishes his tail... he finds this hilarious, sitting himself down right beside him. cheetor is unaware of the horrors nearby. }

sooo annoying, heh. right.

{ yaaaawwn, switching his gaze towards the other. }

what, scared of a little wind, ‘ripple?

. . .

{ moving over to sniff the can. interesting. }

{ WHAT WAS THAT?! JUMPS. }

{ gnawing on his paw. itchy. }

obsidian hide. ( 🙂‍↕️ )

{ tail swish. }