#transformers2015

Despite the pain, she tried to pull the doorknob. Bad idea because it was left in her hand and the door was still closed. This must be another one of Sideswipe's idiotic jokes.

Yes. He probably planned it all.

- Are you enjoying yourself? - she hissed through her teeth, squeezing the object so hard that her blood stained doorknob and dripped from her hand - wasn't what you did in the morning enough for you? You have to take it out on me!?

- Huh? What are you on about again? - Sideswipe turned to her with a surprised expression on his face. Strongarm held out the bloody doorknob in front of her. She was on the verge of tears - why isn't the doorknob in the door where it should be ?

-Don't play coy with me. Do you want to see me miserable so much? Fine! - she said bitterly, throwing the object on the floor - congratulations, you achieved your goal! Now let us out!

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Foe low growled, her only showing optic glaring at her own shadow, tail lashing from side to side, baring her surprisignly sharp fangs. Oh, what could she say? she was stuck with it for her life.. problem was, it kept talking to her, and she always talked back.

Red Cross Syndrome..... what it can do to you, it was eating her common sense, she had difficulty judging things, she became more aggressive each day, she would snap insane more easily..but that flame-like visor... it hid her scarred optic, before a few weeks ago, that optic was fine, nothing covering it, but now, the visor was hiding it.

Snarling loudly, she raised her clawed servo and slashed the floor, doorwings drooped sideways. Being a Cougarcon, meant she was already acting out of pure instinct, it wasn’t like she could control it.