#mnemoneedles

12. Your mun is not enjoying Winter and is dragged along to a Christmas festival by my muse in hopes to cheer yours up.

((i think its suppose to be muse not mun))"Come on Chromedome it’ll be fun." Pipes said walking through the snow. Most bots hated the stuff but Pipes liked it.

"I’m not in the mood Pipes." He told him. How’d he get stuck being dragged through the snow on this Primus forsaken rock by Pipes? Of all bots?

"Come on its Christmas. Its suppose to be a fun holiday." Pipes told him "Everything covered in snow, lights everywhere, something about a baby in a granger."

"………"

"Come on." He said dragging him towards the festival.

Are you doing okay?

Hold Me

Double A wasn't exactly sure how it had happened. One minute he's being woken up by loud banging on his door and the next he's cradling Chromedome as the mech shook and vented brokenly. At first he had thought it was a virus or something in Chromedome was damaged. Those notions were quickly dispelled however when he heard Chromedome's depressed and broken mutters of "Rewind, Rewind... I'm sorry!"

He rocked the other mech back and forth on the floor of his quarters as Chromedome begged a nonexistent Rewind to forgive him. Double A wasn't sure how long he sat there, before Chromedome finally calmed down and fell into recharge. He stood up, hefting the other mech onto his recharge slab and let him rest. He placed a cube of Skids's high-grade on his desk. Double A sighed then moved out into the Medical Bay proper and picked the berth nearest his office.

He'd check on Chromedome later.

A Click and a Bang

He hadn't meant to do it.

He hadn't meant to shoot Chromedome.

There is a reason no one walks into Hallway Sigma-20.

Or as the Lost Light's inhabitants called it, THE GUN RANGE.

He worked frantically to stem the flow of energon spilling out of the mnemosurgeon and to stop his spark from shrinking. As he welded tubes around the gaping hole in Chromedome's chest and Chromedome's visor went dark, his only thought was: