Disclaimer: Transformers not mine.
Author's Note: I've been stuck on this for two weeks averaging a sentence a day. I don't consider this finished but I can't do any more now so enjoy it.
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Blurr wasn't sure what to do. He'd done it again. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd done but they didn't like him doing it. It was always the same. He was talking too fast, moving too fast, doing things too fast. He wasn't sure what they wanted him to do. They had built him to be fast. They'd wanted a fast messenger so they'd built him and now that he was here all he could do was wrong. Why build him to be fast and tell him to go slow? He knew he hadn't been online long but he didn't think it would make any more sense in ten vorns. He was what they had built him to be. Why did they want him to change?
He'd tried going slowly, really he had. He couldn't do it. Not for long anyway. Someone would tell him to slow down so he would. For a while. He'd never lasted more than a joor. It went against what he was. To walk rather than run, to talk slowly and controlled. He had to concentrate so hard just to keep the rhythm right. Why couldn't they understand?
The real problem was there was nowhere else for him to go. Every time he met someone new it was the same. "Slow down. Why d'you talk so fast? Is there something wrong with his timing program?" So he was stuck with people who didn't appreciate him, who probably wouldn't care all that much if he didn't make it out of the next battle.