“I believe you don’t have years, or months, or weeks to impact a person’s life. You have seconds. Seconds to win them over, And seconds to lose them.” ― K.A. Tucker, Four Seconds to Lose
Three things happened all on the same day that all pointed to the same outcome – how quickly we make a decision or come to a conclusion that sticks for a very long time. Maybe, forever.
Send me "black bird" for a darker memory of my muse's past
((WARNING: character death.))
The taste of processed energon was disgusting, yet it filled his mouth no matter how many times he tried to spit it out. He struggled to sit up, to crawl out of the way of gunfire. The pure agony that raged through his torso told him he wasn't going anywhere.
He managed to roll to one side, servos reaching down to the injury that tortured him. Fasttrack could feel the warmth of energon coating his hands and pooling under his frame. He screamed as a wave of unbearable pain shot through him.
His vision was blurring but he could still see the shadows of a bot towering over him. He tried to lift a servo, beg for his life but all that happened was an uncontrollable coughing and choking on his own energon.
"May Primus be with you."
The heat of a weapon against the side of his helm was all he could feel. The pain disappeared, fear overwhelming it. The trigger was pulled and his world went dark - Fasttrack was no more.
Tobi knows that someone lives next door. He's seen the guy a few times, but never really gotten a chance to speak with him. Which is why he's got some of the cupcakes and the bottle of egg nog (the rum ended up being better) and is knocking on the guy's door.