#sgsoundwave

Just imagine the lingo between them and his non-shattered counterpart. They all feed off of each others chaotic energy. SG!SW just has this little posse of chaotic humans that look up to him. SW: "Organics inferior. Decepticons Superior."

  Gen Z 1: ". . .He's the CEO OF ORGANIC RACISM!!"

  Gen Z 2: "NOT A VIBE!!"

  Gen Z 3: “GET THAT MUTHAFUKA!”

sgsoundwave said:

"Welcome, dear alternate, to the wonderful Multiverse. While it may have a habit of being not-so-wonderful, it is more of a delight now that you're here."

« “ .... “  »

Can’t say he’s not surprised at getting a nice greeting or that this is from different version of himself. Honestly he’s just hoping that the multiverse can be tracked down, if anything else not to end up lost in.

Soundwave is, admittedly, startled to see the other...him. The brighter him. Primus be damned that’s a very brave color combo. He’s glad he left his visor on, otherwise the displeased scowl might make things awkward. Although, now he can’t help but wonder just how wrapped up in his head he was, as he had obviously missed his alternate’s presence. Worse, he’d been playing music.

Soundwave took a moment to gain some control over his field, smoothing out the frustration that had been freely stewing before. He still felt prickly, on edge, and while there were no barrage thoughts or memories to shield himself from, his mind felt like it was made of spun glass; fragile and about to be dropped.

He shifted his weight between his pedes, acutely aware of the ache that had set in at his ankle and knee joints. 

"And here I thought we could finally find peace. Shame." 

When he heard these words, he giggled softly and shortly afterwards burst into loud laughter. It took a while until he calmed down and replied in a dry voice. "Never."

A thousand frowns? Why, yes. That is me. And all those frowns formed because of you. Thanks a lot.

//omfg another me-me!! You look SNATCHED!!//

//soundwave’s like gone lmao but i’m here so its ok//