"As he walked, his pedes sank into the peaty sand, wet from the ocean. Shockwave noted personal concern for rust, but accessing his chronometer and hub was impossible-- which all but indicated to him this was still a recharge purge. What exactly his processor was attempting to defrag, he wasn’t sure, but he continued, unable to veer from the water, or turn to look behind him. He would search for his answer.

also want yall to know that i got inspired once again by a TF meme. at this point that should be all i watch to get this damn fic done lmfao

He talked to you, in your memories. You were beginning to remember more and more of the conversations. They returned slowly when you woke up, trickling in at the edges of awareness as the hours passed and you went through your routines, attempting to bring feeling back into numb limbs. You were… disturbed—and that was putting it lightly. You were also confused, because the questions Shockwave asked seemed less procedural and more… curious. The last thing you had wanted to do was satisfy his sick curiosity, but there was nothing else you could do in your memories—dream-memories?—except respond.