Oh. Wonderful… well, at least its better than dirt. I’d wish you the same, but Mother’s Day was MONTHS ago…
(( nightmare fuel of Zapper ))
"GET. IT. AWAY.”
YES I HAVE A NOSE! I have olfactory sensors in my vents that open and close when I’m not ingesting energon. AND I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT FRESH CONCRETE SMELLS GREAT.
Axia is covered by a giant cloud of toxic gas and pollution left over by the humans that used to live there. The Great War that happened between them and the rebelling robots didn’t help either—between all the nuclear weapons and resulting fallout, the radiation pretty much destroyed all organic life. I’m not sure why everything is purple either, but I heard Professor Gerbera mention once that it has something to do with the Dark Energon veins on Axia’s surface reflecting light off the surface of the clouds. I don’t remember all the details. It was boring scientific slag…
I have no idea how mornings in Axia work. I mean, you can TELL when it’s supposed to be daytime because its gets significantly lighter, but you never see the fraggin’ sun. Sure, you can see the MOONS fine, but man, I have no idea what’s up with the sun not coming through. The sun is brighter than the moons, for Pitt’s sake! Professor Gerbera might know something, but I’m as stumped as you are, kid.
((NO. THIS IS NOT OKAY.))
I need feels.
Imagine your OTP’s child getting hit by a school bus on the first day of school.
((Suddenly this happened. OOPS.))
“Alright Brass, here’s the deal…”
Grappler rolled his optic, glancing sideways at his bondmate and sparkling as they waited outside the flower shop at the crosswalk. Zapper had been trying to peptalk the tiny, Gundamium buit Zako for the past twenty minutes since they woke up that morning. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be working. If there was one thing Brass definitely inherited from the two of them, it was their rock-solid stubbornness.
“But I dun waaaanaaaa…” Brass pouted, trying to take off her oversized, fluffy cat backpack. “GMs dun havta go to school! And I dun wanna go to school with a buncha smelly fleshies!“
((FFFFFFFFF I was almost crying! asdflkjsdflkjdglkjsdf Shocky y u do this?))
BECAUSE SPARKLINGS GETTING HIT BY BUSES WILL ALWAYS BE FUNNY TO ME.
((BOOXXXX. YOU SUCK…. c: ))
*HIGH PITCHED WHINING NOISES*
((NO THIS IS NOT OKAY YOU STOP THAT))