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One.. Deserted wallflower.
Lonesome days had settled as unbreakable routines, overall activities done were only recycled over and over again, admittedly from the beginning, he claimed it was his own decision to discreetly maintain distance and sit alone; brooding over the oversized beanbag while the world bustled around him.
From the moment he dropped pede into this orphanage.. Establishment, the nanoklik he was forged and venting, he had never sensed the warmth located in proximity between bot to bot. Left to offline during the brutal winters of Cybertron's climate change, the snow marked cold beginnings for his function.
Onlined during the peak of snowstorms, left inside a leftover crumpled box. He felt chills flicker all over his protoform.
Littered on the ground outside below flickering neon signs, he shivered wildly after the harshest gust and winds yanked up the flaps of the box, amongst the dark nights of the streets; combined. with the lack of energon in his systems, he was ultimately blundering on thin wire.