Dimentinal

by dragonsheep

Hello. I am a part of a species called the dimentinals. I have one thing to say. Everything you think you know about your fandom, forget it. There is much more going on. Much even I do not know. Read my story, hear my song.

7. Chapter six

Fuchsia Prime POV

Ater the meeting and story, i noticed something different. When I was near a cybertronian, like a hand over the spark, I heard something. It was like a faint tune. To test it out I wjen to the wreck room, just a hall away from the meeting room. I whne to the couch, Optimus was reading a data pad.

Sitting on the couch, I grabed a data pad from my subspace. As I was "reading", i turned up my audio recepters. There ot was, a song. The perfict embodiment of Optimus Prime. It sounded like hero. That is what he always was for me, but it was sad. Optimus was sad, this war was weighing down on him.

I listened to my own spark song. Sad, but verociose. That I was strong but wanted... not needed a hero. Like me, Optimus's spark song siad that.

I wanted to help him. I wanted to save him, to be the hero that the song searches for. To hear that song become stronger. I do not know why this gift was given to me. I may never know.

I read, finding that I was reading Harry Potter. When I finneshed, Optimus was gone. And Blueshot was in his place. Now that I think about it, he is kind of cute. Wait why did I think that. Now back on track...

I was thinking about what I had read, when I herd an explosian.