#sparklingsoundwave

Light... He could see light.

Soundwave slowly left the shadows of the alleyways, staring upward at Cybertron's bright sky. Was he back, he wondered? He dearly hoped so. Soundwave had fallen through a tear in the multiverse and hadn't been able to find his way back. It had been a frightening place, a dead Cybertron. There had still been some life on the planet, but most of it was horribly frightening.

He had managed to find a friend in all of it, though, which was the reason the little sparkling didn't have any serious damages from his experience. He was, however, filthy, dented, and scratched all over from the experience. He just hoped that now he was back. This Cybertron was alive... His scanners picked up others all around. But was it his Cybertron?

The sparkling turned on his comm. There had been too much interference in the other universe for it to work except in very restricted ranges. He would test it now, sending out a cautious ping to those whose numbers he had. The friends he had missed.

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Hello! Guess who's back! I'm terribly sorry for my disappearance, everyone. I've had a lot of stuff going on, a lot of personal issues, many of which I'd rather not get into. It's prevented me from getting online and/or roleplaying much at all. But we're back now, and ready to get back into things!

The sparkling looked around, confused. Where was he? Somewhere... new? Someplace unknown full of unknown people to mess with? Under the visor he grinned, baring little fangs. His yellow optics narrowed mischievously.

 They were going to get him. The nightmares, the monsters, they were everywhere, hiding in the dark.

Red optics flashed in the shadows. The sparkling squeaked, shivering, skittering away in the opposite direction.

They were coming, the beasts, the creatures of the night. He could hear them. Behind him, to the sides, in the darkness, watching... Waiting... Soundwave choked back a frightened sob, trying his best to stick to the scattered, dim patches of light. All of his sensors were on full, everything around him closely monitored. Every sound caused him to jump, every hint of movement, real or imagined, made him cringe.

The night monsters were everywhere.

The snarl came from behind, as did the impact. His shrill shriek was cut off as he hit the tunnel wall. His systems hitched, a sound like a wheeze heard as they tried to right themselves. The huge beast drew closer, thud, thud, thud...

Soundwave panicked, scrambling for somewhere, anywhere to hide. Finding a crevice in the wall he shoved himself into it. Little bits got bent out of place here and there, but as huge claws slammed into the entrance of his hiding place, trying to reach him, he didn't care. There was only one thing on his mind as he cried, frightened.

He had to get out, he had to get away, get away, get awaygetawaygetawaygetaway!

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Like seriously. You two. Be best friends. Right now.