𝓖𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

⠀ ⠀The Dinobot replied with a soft nod and a low grunt of acknowledgement. ⠀❝ So, you’were one of them thinkin-bots, before the war. Least you’ve known something else. Not every bot was’so lucky. ❞ Grimlock acknowledged, his gaze hardening — but not at her. ⠀

—sob forevermore internalized. As his hooting calmed, the Dinobot spoke. ⠀❝ How long you been a fighter, sparkles? ❞ Grimlock queried genuinely, leaning in towards her. ⠀

⠀ ⠀If Grimlock’s facial anatomy had allowed for a big, stupid grin in that moment — he would’ve been beaming. He rolled his head back and laughed a hearty laugh, servos clutching at his mid-section. In his bellowing there was a profound sadness, like each whoop echoed a—

—after the reconfiguration. ⠀❝ Wouldn’t be the first time I been in trouble like that. ❞ The Dinobot sneered back, posturing. The confrontation was futile, but his anger demanded he rattle the cage. ⠀

⠀ ⠀Grimlock’s indignance was palpable, hovering in the air like a thick miasma. He cast his gaze up and down the Decepticon, noting his body language — knowing Shockwave had his cannon at the ready. It was one of the few remaining weapons that could truly hurt him—

⠀ ⠀ Grimlock’s expression scrunched pensively, awkwardly scratching his temple with a servo at her observation — though he watched with mild intrigue as her wings fluttered gently. ⠀ ❝ Easier to think, when things’re quiet. ❞ He concluded, meeting her optics. ⠀

⠀ ⠀The way his faceplate contorted ambiguously indicated a frown. Waspinator had a big spark — they were always the hardest ones to turn away. Grimlock turned his head again, just enough so that the Predacon was in his peripheral. ⠀❝ Why so interested’n’a bot like me ? ❞ ⠀

WARBORN.xn--6ii/ ⠀ ⠀PERSONALLY — if mine ever gets a holoform: ⠀

⠀ ⠀Something awful churned in Grimlock’s gut as he watched the way Waspinator jumped, and he decided to take a seat where he’d been standing, casting his glare off into the distance. ⠀❝ Hard to remember sometime, think’so. ❞ He said, the harshness of his tone softening. ⠀

— It was a fact that did not take the edge off his rage. ⠀❝ Looking for 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 version of you. ❞ He jeered, the joints of his servos popping as his fists clenched ever tighter, lumbering a step closer to the Decepticon scientist. ⠀

— Grimlock had only become aware of the alternates recently, parallel versions of bots from universes sometimes so different than his own that their connection seemed only tangential. —

⠀ ⠀Grimlock sneered fiercely at Shockwave, half tempted to call his bluff - but the Dinobot’s gut instinct warned he was telling the truth; At least about not being THE Shockwave who’d disassembled and reassembled he and his comrades like a bunch of cheap brain ticklers. —

⠀ ⠀Grimlock let out a hefty sigh as Waspinator broke the silence again. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his servos. ⠀❝ You know— ❞ The Dinobot hesitated for a second, stopping short of exploding on the Predacon. ❝ They’re fine... ❞ ⠀