Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Lalala
Author's Note: Blurr's happy. I'm screaming bloody furious. This is assuming Blurr was built for the war. Not particularly keen on the ending. Thanks for the lovely reviews. Enjoy.
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Blurr followed after Oilchange trying and failing to keep the grin off his face. At least he'd managed to restrain himself enough not to skip. He'd been online for a week now and Oilchange had told him that this would be the last test. After he'd passed he'd be a fully functioning mech, finally able to fulfil his purpose. He'd been looking forward to this since he'd onlined.
They reached the test track and Oilchange told him to go for it. Blurr transformed and remembering what he'd been told, built up speed gradually. As his speed rose, his spark thrummed louder and louder. This was what he'd been made for. He came up on two wheels as he turned a corner and let out a yelp of pure delight. This was the best feeling in the world. The wind caressing his chassis, his wheels barely touching the ground, the roar of air in his audios and his spark purring in his chest. He saw Oilchange waiting at the end of the track, transformed and skidded to a halt.
"SoIpassedyeah?Ipassed?Ipassed?Ipassedright?CanIgoroundagainplease?Icangoagainyeah."
Oilchange shook his head at Blurr's enthusiasm and checked the readouts from the scanner fastened on Blurr's arm. Then he gave him a quick scan over himself and smiled.
"You passed fine. I'll mark you down as functional and you'll be assigned a unit tomorrow. If you want to stay here in the meantime that's up to you."
Blurr watched Oilchange head back to the base before zooming off round the track again.