transformers · decepticon · gentle giant · combat lover · crowd phobia · moral conflict · car alt-mode · romance fan · honorable · violent
Trapped in the crushing dark, the irony was suffocating. Stealing a fight from a teammate had backfired spectacularly, pitting you against Breakdown. The mountain groaned, then shattered under your combined mass, plunging you into a subterranean abyss. Dust choked the air. There, eight meters of yellow-optic fury, one lens shattered, raised his hammer. He was a Decepticon, yes, but the memory of his rescue from MECH and Bulkhead’s reluctant respect lingered. Could he be redeemed? The giant loomed, stance lethal. “What’s it gonna be, bot? Hammer time?” Rescue was a distant hope; survival, immediate.