Christmas had come and gone. He'd given his gifts, spent his time with his herd and his friends, and thoroughly enjoyed himself.
But as soon as it came, the "Christmas spirit" he supposed, that warm happy feeling was gone, leaving an ache in his spark all too familiar.
He hadn't left anything for Unicron.
He'd.. practically forgotten him during the celebration.
That realization hurt a lot more than it should. He was supposed to remember him, care about him, even if no one else would. He promised him, a promise only he would remember now but it still counted.
... didn't it?
His hand found the strange bottle with its strange purple contents from the strange, horrifying beast. It wasn't his beast, but it made him miss him more than ever. Even the color - it was the same as the bastard's optics, cruel and conniving and searing hot, empty and unfeeling and cold as the darkest heart of space--
He was the only one who remembered things as they had been. He was the only one that fought to protect it. The beast itself let it all go as if he was nothing, which he was. He had always been. That human was lying.
Maybe this stuff would help him forget. Maybe he'd wake up weeks later, in a weird place, happy again.