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"Heeeeey, Sunny! Wanna do some pranks together on Ratchet?"
"Bro, did you see that? That was awesome!"
"We make a pretty good team, huh?"
Those words were running inside of his memories. He just missed him.
His voice. His mischievous laugh. His nonsense pranks on the Bots that caused him and himself into trouble, especially towards Ratchet.
He missed all of those moments.
Sulking at the edge of his berth, the yellow lambo looked down on the floor. He hasn't been recharging, fueling himself. He even didn't left his berthroom. He slowly looked over at the other side of the berth where his twin recharge. His spirit was looking up at him grinning cheekily at him.
It hurts.
His twin...is gone.
Got murdered by a Decepticon.
It fragging hurt him so much....
He looked away quickly, clenching his servos into his fists. He wanted to cry in pain and rage but he didn't want to alarmed the others on the Ark.
Why does his twin have to do so risky and recklessly to save his life?
Just...why...?
"Hey, no matter what...we always have each other's back. Because we're brothers! Brothers stick together!"
He almost burst into tears once again before his bright blue optics turned into a dark indigo optics. He knew he had to do it.
There's one way to bring him back.
Revenge.