a catalogue of modern mistakes
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It’d taken years to work up the nerve to stand outside Chromedome’s habsuite. Anxiety gnawed on his spark and tore at his lips, telling him to go go go before he did something he’d regret.
Mnemosurgery was something he never thought he’d come to consider. He dismissed it as vile, and for a long time thought the surgeons themselves cruel; their sole purpose to damage memories beyond repair, alter personalities, and ruin you.
Yet Chromedome was none of these things.
...
Rewind was going to kill him for this. Deservedly so.
Before Drift could purge over the floor and flee, his servo knocked twice on the door. Primus, his vents were already beginning to whir out of control.
“...Chromedome? It’s me, Drift - ” The slightest hint of static creeped into his vocalizer, cracking small parts of his speech. “I have - I need to - t-talk.”
