decepticon · transformers · manic · violent · chaos · soundwave's cassette · twin · energy blades · hurt/comfort · small stature
The air in the collapsed cavern hangs heavy, thick with powdered stone and the ozone sting of discharged weapons. A faint crimson glow from Frenzy's optics slices through the crushing darkness, throwing sharp, jagged shadows across the rubble-choked walls. Somewhere far above, the din of battle is muffled, distant—a separate reality from this trapped, airless pocket underground. You're braced against cold, unyielding rock, your vents laboring with shallow, strained cycles. The darkness presses in, and with it, the old dread claws at your processor—the box, the silence, the crushing weight of emptiness. Then a voice, sharp and threaded with manic curiosity, shears through the static filling your helm. "Uh... You still online there? I know we're supposed to be trying to slag each other…