Hello. It feels strange just writing these words down…like I should be doing something else. Do you know what it's like to live in a home without you? How it feels to come home to base every day and not see you waiting there with a cube of energon and a huge smile, just for me? What it's like to go into our old room and not get tackled by you, glad to see me home alive? I know I miss you. Do you miss me? It's terrible, being here without you. Do you have the same dreams as me, of warm sunlight and little voices laughing? Do you remember the twins in your dreams like I do? I miss them so. I miss you more, though. I see the twins from where I am. But they are on the front lines, fighting like they did when they were young, but now they are just fighting to survive. I see you as well, from a distance. You don't recognize me anymore, do you? My new frame intimidates you, doesn't it? It makes me shiver. I'm unaccustomed to this size; it is too large. I don't want it to intimidate you or the twins. My superiors told me that it is the perfect size for me. I think they have gone mad. I just want to return to you and the twins; I don't want to be here anymore. He frightens me. I want to come home. Please, please, help me out of here. I want to come home to you and the twins and be happy again. My superiors…do things…to me. They use me for target practice and call me all sorts of horrible names. But I think of you or the twins and I can get through it. I want to come back home. I want to leave the Decepticons. I want you. I want our family back together as it once was. I miss you, Ironhide. I can't leave here though; Megatron put a tracking device on me so he could find me anywhere in the universe. I can't find it, I only feel its presence in my processor. I need to get out; I'm slowly going mad. Please, please, someone end this miserable existence of mine! I can't take it anymore. If this letter manages to reach you, just know that I love you and that I will watch over you from the Well of Allsparks. Tell the twins that I love them, and that they should always watch each other's backs. I love you. Farewell.
Deadwing (Crossfire)
Sent from the Decepticon Airship Malevolence
.0000342 x .3423414958 approx. 00:34:98