#the-shadowed-gladiator

With a huff she pressed a button disguised as an earring, starting up a radio scanner in hopes to pick up some conversation. All she heard was a soft static, causing her to cross her arms and white, metal eyebrows to pull together. Where was all the action? Where was the supposed threat that the mother and daughter duo had to eliminate? The woman huffed and jumped from her perch, keeping the radio on but switching back to her more human appearance. The jewels and pieces of metal that hung around her ribs jingled as they switched out for flesh that was soon covered by a thin cargo jacket. 

She sat down next to the hidden transformer, arms crossed again and a clear look of displeasure on her face.

“Is dócha a thug dúinn an suíomh mícheart, morons.”

Mack grumbled under her breath, shaking her head before resting her chin in her palm.

“What do ya’ t’ink we should do, mama?”

The whole hide and seek act was, frankly, getting old. 

It was different having others to hide with. At least then there was a feeling of safety, even knowing there were humans out to get them. But now, what, three years after separating from the other Autobots she was truly tired of hiding. Three years on Earth meant little to a Cybetronian, but it was the loneliness that got to her. She had run into the occasional other lonely bot in hiding, thankfully. It kept her from going completely crazy. It was just too dangerous to stick around. 

Her latest hideout, if you could even call it that, was an old abandoned warehouse in an equally abandoned town in the middle of absolutely nowhere, somewhere in the midwestern United States. It served its purpose well enough, she hadn’t been discovered though that had mostly been due to her masking her signal. It was tall enough for her to stand up in, had enough room for her to keep her limbs from getting stiff from being stuck in her alt mode too long. It was enough.

But with no sign of a way off of the planet, she couldn’t justify hiding anymore. Not anymore.

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

// Ok, let it be first said that I lose my chill completely practically never, and when I do lose some of it, it’s 90% more likely that I just feel overwhelmed and start crying than actually get angry at anyone. 

Munday Questions✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

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☏- One of the muses giving the other a prank call. 

“Are there any autobots in range?” oh he hated feeling weak, but...