Sadness
Knockout gasped at the picture Breakdown drew. It was six months since the blue van was brutally murdered. It had ripped into Knockout horribly. Knockout couldn't think about that bitch. That stupid whore that murdered Breakdown. She needed to die.
Knockout stared at the picture. It was adorable. Knockout and Breakdown were sharing chocolate. It brought a smile to Knockout's faceplate. "You okay, medic?" Starscream called out. "Yeah
I'm cool. I just found something Breaky drew. It's really cute," Knockout replies. "What is it?" Starscream asked. "Ah, nothing. It's just a doodle. It's cute, but just a scribble," Knockout shrugged. Starscream walked over, "He's alive and well. You just have to find him." Knockout collapses.