behind your mask
By SMYGO4EVA
Knock Out had begun to notice that it wasn't not the same without him, without Breakdown.
His sleek crimson finish, almost like gold that used to shine so bright, was now scratched to the pit and very very clouded. He no longer paid attention to his work like he used to, thoughts so scattered, and his hands so distracted.
But he didn't say a word; his venomous bite was gone when a certain presence lingered beside him in the medic bay, almost like what the petty humans have called 'ghosts'. Behind his mask of sleek, suave confidence was a being broken by the loss of a partner, making him no better than the bots, their shared enemy.
It wasn't like the crimson Decepticon, not like him at all.
It scared him.
Knock Out bristled, knowing that there will be pain again, something maybe far worse than a scratched finish. But he knew for certain that he would seek it somehow. He would seek it as punishment for not being there for his partner. It would be just as terrible as the pain that Breakdown had felt when the medic wasn't there.
When he wasn't there…
…He would be just a blur and leave again.
Breakdown would leave, like a dear comrade, yet almost a plaything.
Knock Out almost laughed; wasn't it the same?