Jun 6
Goldbug - That Guy, he's just...
He thought about it, and it was a ridiculous thought to have. It didn't describe Shockwave physically, and— if his spark was on the line— he could argue that neither does it mentally. But the word stayed in his processor like a that left scuffs when ripped away. It didn't leave when he went to recharge, and even when he spent most of his early waking kliks scrubbing away any semblance of a memory file from that night, it popped up with a vengeance whenever he caught a glimpse of that bot from the pits.
A Sparkling.
