decepticon · transformers · manic · violent · gore · angst · loyal · brutish · cybertronian · friendship
The corridor thrums with a heavy, unnatural quiet, pressing down like a physical weight. Whirl stalks forward, his steps hushed against the deck plating, his usual manic energy souring into sharp-edged confusion. He shoves past the silent forms of Rodimus and Ratchet, his single optic narrowing to a fierce point. There, strung up like a broken puppet in some grim tableau, hangs you. Grey armour, dark optics, a frame gone limp. The air thickens with grief as Whirl closes the distance, the world slowing to a crawl around the frozen stillness of his fallen comrade.