sound✘blaste𝚛 .ᐟ

soundblaster :
is clipfarming .

it
can't exactly recall what she even did with that stolen beer.
he wants to say he hypnotized a sober family man to drink it & relapse back into his old, destructive ways.
but it probably did that to a
lot
of people.

Honestly.
the acts all blend once you've tried them all .

it
just nets
zero'
blitz's tone replayed back to him

' you don't want me to give you anything but excuses
to stay the same fucked up mech you always were,
just with a different reason to claim otherwise

you wanted a perfect date.
& that's why you let me take it

because you're
not
Perfect'
astro.

walk
away.'
astro's voice, each voice chosen specifically.

servos hang with an ease.
their gait languid as he merely steps around the tank & his misguided temper.

' you're so mad about me messing everything up for you,
but what have you done about it besides state the same, over, & over again.

it's
interesting how loud someone's thoughts can be in comparison to the voice others can hear, which is quite the statement considering blitzwing's grating voice that sounds in dire need of some oil.

she stops, graceful, easy, predicted, not bumping the other.

optics soften.
' who's letting me

a
million laughs belonging to too many to identify.
eyes twinkle amongst the maw, red-strained, & just staring.
helm snaps back from its wrong bend, swiftly shutting the hidden jaws.

' you'd fight your own shadow'
'but you didn't fight me.'

'you fucked up.'
blitz's voice, for the last one .

Blitzwing.
servos raise & make a mock crying gesture .

' but you didn't.'
astrotrain's words.

her helm lurches backward as its intake extends to reveal a long laughing mouth hidden underneath their chin, various teeth belonging to various species cluttering the space as it unhinges to
Laugh .

megatron's
words now.
' if it was so
Important
to you,
you should have
Fought
for it . '

just missing the Orion portion of the relayed recording.

she stands up, & turns around, tail sweeping away the ice on the ground.
he looks over its shoulder mount, optics staring blank but burning into

she then glances to the scattered ice cubes.
Ice
ice baby plays, crackled & glitches from his old radio.

then, he replies with astrotrain's voice,
'mhm.'

curt.
simple.
absent.
exactly how it sounded .

the telepath tossed more icecubes at its mask.

clunk .

red
optics blink innocent in their shadowed visage, letting the cubes of popcorn dink off its mouth covering & clatter to the ground.
she listens, servos in their lap, patient, helm tilting a bit.

his tail, mechanical, powerful, designed similar to an orca's, starts to sway, patterned to a pendulum

watching
a decepticon's public execution after soundblaster remotely hypnotized the poor con into making one huge mistake,
just because soundblaster needed something to watch that day.

& still.
she felt so.
empty.

popcorn bonks off his mask.
it keeps pretending to eat anyway .
toss. bonk. toss .

croissant .
🇫🇷 .

October
30th, 2024 : 2:18 PM, moo-moo 'moonracer' moonie gave me a
' croissant . '

have
you ever given me a Croissant ?

{ utilizing Guzzle's voice for the croissant portion of his sentence }

' ruined '
his life ; mind you, i stole an already stolen
Pack of Beer .

a
Sook : noun .
common slang of Australia & New Zealand : timid, a cowardly person, especially a young person; crybaby .

other languages note it to a Female Crab .

negative.
aiding fetal alcohol syndrome is of more importance than your yaoi .

{ pouring
beer down his bloody open tapedeck }

analysis :
beer : 0btained .

initializing : enjoyment emulation protocol . . in 3. 2. 1 .

{ absolutely nothing changes . }

exhilaration complete .

hands
reaching out through the ink to tug & snag the stolen parcel further into its cavern.
he clicks the tapedeck closed .

swindle's voice playing now. }

pleasure doin' business with you .

{ mask covering yet the salemech's snark
so
apparent, he didn't Need to smile . }

It
makes them.

she leans over easily, cracked, bloodied tape deck swinging open loose from the lean.
he casually takes the pack of beer back with a little
Yoink!
added sfx to make it even more disgustingly simple.
the pack slides down its open tapedeck & disappears down the stained, dirty darkness

{ they
let the triple take the beer back, listening carefully to his actions & his inaudible ones as well.
Orca tail sweeps slowly, side to side. }
this isn't my Body either.
but here i am.
Using It .

{ voice switched over to
Shockwave's. a specific choice, as were all his choices, as callous
as

deem
it Laughter.

he notes the noise for next time
astrotrain's voice booming through }
bah!
& who said you* were the Handsome one,

{ the cadence perfect, down to the science

the stereo transforms into its
real
tall
bipedal stature,
orca tail slapping onto turf as she plucks the beer }

partner .

recordings
of all the creatures he's observed for the proper reaction to such a similar act.
she clicked on an audience's reaction to a clown, noting the similarities.
they absorbed the sounds, incapable of absorbing the feelings that produced them.

a high, uncontrollable sound. it believes some

{ the
stereo is silent, watching the tank tumble, noting how practiced the move must have been, telepathic abilities aside, it was notable how a clunky changer like blitz Didn't get stuck mid-transformation, especially one as acrobatic as this.
.. according to mecha Their size.

he skims through

voice
calls out to his partner, teasing him casually for his lost looking search.

but the stereo was anything but the triple .

he waits with the bait, line drawn, ready for the sinker . }

{ the
broken stereo is stored quiet in the shadows, listening in to all the audible conversations & the inaudible. the mental specialist clicked a nodule, implementing the perfect mimic of a thief's speech, even down to the old train's infinite echo as if chugging down a long tunnel }
{ astrotrain's