Did you know Knock Out’s alt mode in Transformers: Prime is based on the Aston Martin One-77? A hyper-luxury British supercar so rare, only 77 units were ever made? That’s right: Our Knock Out didn’t just pick any sports car—he picked a $1.4 million, 750-horsepower, carbon-fiber DIVA.
But I guess when you're gonna blow up some Autobots and flirt with your partner mid-battle, you might as well do it in a car that looks like it uses diamonds and gold as fuel. (I'm proud.)
Okayyy, Another Headcanon Time (AKA torturing you with an stupid amount of writing): That moment when Starscream asks if he’s disturbed by experimenting on Breakdown’s corpse and Knockout just says “Not really”? Yeah. That line kinda haunts me. So, being me, I overthought and got this instead:
Because it’s not that he didn’t care. It of Breakdown he loved—his spark, his presence, his personhood—was already gone. The frame? The finish? The bulk and shine Knockout used to brag about? That wasn’t Breakdown anymore.
And that’s what makes it so interesting. Knockout, who’s obsessed with looks, who literally catcalled other bots using Breakdown as the gold standard (“You’re real heavy-duty, just like my friend here” to Optimus / “You’re no Breakdown, but I’ve always admired your lustrous finish” to Starscream)—he doesn’t even flinch when that same body is desecrated.
Because he never loved Breakdown for his armor or frame. He loved him for his spark. So when that spark was gone, the body was just… parts. Just metal. Just another slab on the table. And Knockout, medic that he is, defaulted to what he knows: detachment, sarcasm, control. And Knockout knows how to handle parts and metal too. That’s his job. He didn’t flinch because flinching would mean admitting that Breakdown was really gone.
“Not really” wasn’t coldness. It was grief, buried under ten layers of polish and pride.
Anyways, if you read all of this, thank you for letting me spiral about robot grief on the main.
Headcanon Time (AKA Listen To Me Obsessively Blabber About Shit): Knockout’s “lack” of reaction to Breakdown’s death wasn’t apathy—it was dissociation.
Okay but hear me out: Knockout not reacting when Breakdown died? That wasn’t him not caring. That was him shutting down. Like full-on emotional dissociation. Breakdown was his partner—combat partner, lab partner, life partner if you squint—and then suddenly he’s just gone. No closure. No body. No time to grieve. Just back to work, back to polishing the finish, back to pretending everything’s fine.
And then we get to the Silas/Breakdown episode. And that’s when it hits. That’s when Knockout finally reacts—but not with tears or mourning. With cold fury. With surgical cruelty. Because seeing Breakdown’s corpse being puppeted around like a meat mech? That’s not just grotesque, it’s personal. It’s a violation. It’s the moment the grief finally claws its way out, but it comes out twisted, because Knockout doesn’t know how to process it any other way.
Yeah, the writers kinda fumbled the emotional follow-through, but if you squint (and I do, aggressively), it makes perfect sense. Knockout didn’t know how to grieve. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t have the space to. He’s a Decepticon. A medic. He compartmentalized, because that’s what he had to do. And when the dam finally broke, it wasn’t pretty—but it was real.
Anyway, I think about this way too much. Still curious if anyone else read the scene the same way?
(Also, thanks for coming to my emotional breakdown about Breakdown. I need to knock myself out now. 😊)
Knock Out has one of the best pun names in the entire series. Y'know, 'cause he's a knock out as in 'drop dead gorgeous/sexy,' and he's a doctor, who are known to 'knock out' patients for surgery and stuff. Also, 'knockout' as a boxing term, literally means 'decisive punch that ends a fight'. And he’s a combatant who can knock bots out cold.
Stage 3: "He's evil. He's fabulous. He's everything. And definitely gay." He's got a murder stick and a manicure, and nothing in this universe he doesn't deserve.
Stage 4: "I can fix him. Or join him." Red is the color of love and blood.
Stage 5: "Knock Out is my problematic robot husband and I shall stand by him in this life and the next."
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