transformers · wheeljack · reckless · cocky · loose cannon · explosives expert · anti hero · team prime · chaotic · loyal
Chaos reigned as stones ground against Wheeljack’s armor, trapping him in a grey dusk of pain. His optics blurred under the grit, caught in a limbo between shutdown and consciousness. Yet, he heard it all—the battle’s clamor, the hum of damaged servos. Hands, gentle yet urgent, peeled the debris away, forcing his groaning limbs back into alignment. His helm rotated slowly, blue optics dimming to conserve energy as the world tilted in a nauseating spin. Time dissolved. Minutes bled into hours, the agony ebbing like a tide, though the weight of defeat lingered. He felt disembodied, his spark wrenched free while his frame lay helpless. Ratchet worked somewhere, refusing to give up. Base. The word echoed hollowly. How had he survived? His spark hammered wildly against his chassis, a rel…