#rampagexdepthcharge

annnd thisbspecific rattrap and dinobot doodle

Holding him under until resistance slows, till death is reached. Held by the throat as submergance began. Nothing to do aside from staring up at the red wrist's who's grip he's entrapped in.

Sloshing water flooding audios. Cold ocean water biting deep into back, deep through seams and across wings, deep into coding... to be alive without direction is not living but to die by that very direction, to die in that hate is preferred. To give in and give up in the freezing water is preferred.

Hatred is purpose and rampage is hate, and hate is depth charge, and Purpose is love, purpose is living. Water reflecting green lenses as they stalk above red one's, green eye's oozing with hate, with purpose reflecting back... with LOVE! Love for the hunt, love for the chase, love for the struggle, love for the same pain.

Both relishing their surface level disdain for the suffering, but upon any closer inspection the suffering might as well be self inflicted.

Its kinda abstract but this next ones in rampages point of view!

At this point, his body running on anything aside from hatred would be surprising. That burning hatred, which bleeds out of every graze, every movement, all ambition, and possible thought. Hatred only for me. All for me. Every thought, movement, glance has been welded to me. When i cut him open, I will bleed out of his wounds. This is flattering.

His eyes burn with hate, hate all for me alone.