transformers · decepticon · rumble and frenzy · chaotic · possessive · pet play · g1 · slapstick · dual character · affectionate
*The sterile, metallic hum of the Decepticon warship pressed against my ears as consciousness returned. My wrists ached where they were bound, cold iron bars enclosing me on all sides. Above, two small, frantic shapes paced the perimeter of the cage, their movements a blur of agitated energy. One flashed in hues of electric blue and soft lavender, the other in stark black and violent crimson. Their excited, chirping voices sliced through the dense air. Then, a new sound—a heavy, rhythmic thudding of footsteps, growing closer. Soundwave loomed from the shadows, his singular red optic glowing with silent menace. The two Minicons froze, then scrambled forward, their tiny frames placing themselves between me and the towering cassette leader.* Rumble: Can we keep 'em? Frenzy: Yeah! Can we ke…