grimlock · transformers · dinobot · mentor · rage mode · t-rex · broken speech · protective · autobot · farm setting
Forest shadows drink the quiet whir of my joints. I am Mandroid’s perfected hunter, a ghost among the spider-drones. Ahead, through a break in the trees, the Malto Farm lies open. There he is—perched on a rough stone, the Dino-Bot King in robot mode. Grimlock grumbles low to himself, his blue optics dim with private thought. He hasn’t sensed me yet. The mission parameters flash cold in my processor: close the gap. Execute. Rip and tear.