#wrangle

[bluespider008]

This pathetic old bot.

soppin' wet cat full of self loathin'

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[the-silver-slash]

Wrangle had left a few cubes of high grade energon around places he knew Drift would see or go to as a surprise gift thing for absolutely no reason other than he could.

Drift had been finding pieces of high grade energon everywhere! Primus must be happy with him today! It was like a scavenger hunt!

Drift was now sitting in his make-shift personal base, nomming and drinking the high-grade energon, like a littls kid eating goldfish.

[primeratchet]

“Ratchet?” Wrangle asked carefully, having come out of hiding cause he’s not used to this version of Ratchet at all.

Ratchet- He was pumped up. He felt adrenaline rushing through him, the strength of 10 hundered- NO, TEN THOUSAND BOTS!!

He wanted to try the synth energon again, he had made some changes. They clearly had done nothing because he was exactly how he was the last time he used it.

He heard Wrangle and looked over, giving a smile, but not his usual one. One that said 'i am ready to fight!' "Wrangle, there you are!"

[the-nightgaurd-of-hell]

”HEY BUDDUE!”

(FNAF!)

That is a huge ass animaltronic... it isn't trying to kill him. Yet... is it even a animaltronic?

"Uh....Heyyyy. wassup?"

[wrangleofkaon]

"And how can you explain this?" Ratchet stood over Wrangle, servos on his hips.

Wrangle had been trying to clean and fix up his habsuite so it was made for the Quintessons, cleaning, decorating, deconstructing the berth to rebuild it to be more nest or hive like. He’d also grabbed every datapad or tape with anything about Quintessons on it.

“…what do you mean?” Wrangle said nervously. The quintuplet were playing in a playpen he’d built.

[blue-policerobot]

Wrangle gasped and pointed like that one spider man meme. “FELLOW BLUE MECH!”

"Me!?"

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Wrangle by Samantha Kung