Twisted-Formers

Tailgate's plight to save Earth's machines from abuse leaves him feeling strangely...empty. Shell Part One -Rescue "Hey is that my--?" the blue Autobot asked accusingly as the Minibot scurried past him. He had simply been minding his own business when he saw the white mech hurrying down the Ark's golden-hued hallway. Strange as the mech was, he seemed to be acting funnier than usual. "No, it's not, Pipes!" the running white and teal mech called back without turning his head. "Do you even know what I'm talking about, knucklehead?" "It ain't yours whatever it is!" "Tailgate, if I find out you've been raiding my collection again I'm going

Triple Fall Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to Hasbro. Corecrusher belongs to me and the mention of Deadshot belongs to Meta-cell. Thank you your understanding. Please enjoy. I sat in the corner of my cell, one leg pulled up to my chassis as my red optics glowed in the darkness. I watched observantly as the Autobots walked down the halls of the prison as they checked that each cell that held a prisoner was functioning. I wanted to just walk up to the bars and jeer at them, laugh at their aft ugly faces, but what nutrition they gave us today wasn't giving me enough energy to want to move as they passed my cell, noting that I'm