Day 7
Onslaught woke up at a couple minutes before six, refreshed from his recharge. He quickly got up and headed out the door to get the other Combaticons. To his surprise, he saw that Swindle door near the end of the staircase was already opened. He quickly went over there and looked to see Swindle sitting on his berth, watching the door intensely with a knife in his hand. "Uh, Swindle?" Onslaught questioned.
"Ah, Onslaught. I guess you're safe," Swindle murmured, relaxing his knife a little bit.
"Are you alright?" Onslaught asked.
"I'm paranoid. I don't want anyone sneaking up on me while on recharging," Swindle answered briskly.
"Have you recharge at all?" Onslaught asked.
"No."
"Damnit, Swindle. You know that's not healthy," Onslaught badgered.
"Don't worry, I can go for at least a few more days. No one is going to kill me," Swindle told Onslaught.
"Are you even going to come out?" Onslaught asked.
"Only when someone I trust or a lot of people is around. Luckily, I trust you," Swindle said, getting off the berth sluggishly.
"You're not moving fine," Onslaught noticed.
"It's nothing. Let's go," Swindle ordered, getting off the berth. Onslaught silently muttered to himself at this predicament, but reassure himself that he would probably only be like this until someone murdered someone else. He just had to make sure none of his men were involve in either of those things.
"Alright, fine. Let's go get Brawl since he's so close to you," Onslaught murmured, heading over to get the brawler. Swindle followed behind him, looking around at the other doors in the hallway. Onslaught ranged the room and waited patiently for a few moments until Brawl answered the door, looking none the worse for wear.
"What up, boss? That time again to go searching in the library?" Brawl asked.
"Yes, it is. You and Swindle go get Blast Off while I get Vortex," Onslaught ordered as he head over to Vortex's door.
"You got it. Come on, Swindle," Brawl ordered, heading over to Blast Off's room. Swindle hesitated before following along with him. Onslaught quickly made his way over and ranged the ranged the door to the room. Almost immediately, Vortex opened the door.
"Ready, uh, if that's okay with you, sir," Vortex murmured. Onslaught really hated how Vortex was acting right now. Nervous, hesitant, asking for permission. That was not Vortex. Granted, having someone's socio and psychopathic sides downplayed did have its advantages.
"Yes, that's okay," Onslaught agreed, walking to the library.
"Ah, good!" Vortex cheered, following along. The two quickly head to the library, Brawl and Swindle following with Blast Off in tow. The Combaticons quickly traverse the connecting hallway and entered the library.
"Alright, let's switch it up today!" Onslaught ordered everyone. "Vortex, you take the fifth floor-"
"Uh, Onslaught-" Swindle tried to interrupt him.
"-Brawl, take the fourth floor-"
"Onslaught…" Swindle tried to interrupt again.
"Blast Off, take the third floor-"
"Onslaught!" Swindle yelled finally getting his attention.
"What Swindle?"
"There's someone already here," Swindle told him, indicating over to the ground floor where the tall figure of Chromedome was looking through a datapad, a cube of low-grade in hand.
"What is he doing up?" Onslaught asked.
"Why don't we find out?" Brawl asked, heading to the staircase in the center.
"Alright, let's go, but be careful. We know he's been violent with what we've seen of Rewind. Tried not to antagonize him," Onslaught ordered, him and the rest of the Combaticons coming over to the ground floor. The two went down the stairs and arrived in front of the mnemosurgeon. Chromedome looked up at the two before muttering to himself, "Cons. Great," he muttered dejectedly, before heading back to his work.
"Uh, Chromedome, how are you?" Onslaught asked.
"Fine, except for the fact that I'd hurt Rewind," Chromedome replied, walking off.
"Wait, you feel bad about it?" Blast Off asked. Chromedome stopped and looked at Blast Off.
"Yes, I do. I have no idea what came over me yesterday, but it was unforgiveable. I need to figure out why it happened," Chromedome explained. "I'm currently looking through some medical files on this."
"Wait, you're telling us you're okay now?" Onslaught asked.
"Yes, I'm fine. I don't know how yesterday happened but I'm looking into it," Chromedome told him.
"But, Swindle and Vortex are still affected by it," Brawl told him.
"Rewind as well. I checked up on him this morning. He yelled several cursed words at me and threaten to use a makes this harder for me. I thought I'd found something, but you just ruined my theory. Thanks, 'Cons," Chromedome muttered angrily.
"Hey, we can help each other out, right?" Vortex asked.
"I guess so," Chromedome agreed, depressingly.
"I'll assist with this," Blast Off offered.
"Alright, then I'll take the third floor while Swindle takes the second floor," Onslaught told the group. He group broke up, leaving Blast Off and Chromedome behind.
"Alright, sad sack, let's get started," Blast Off said. "Where's the medical datapads at?"
"Over there," he shrugged his head over to a shelf that held many datapads. Blast Off went over there and began searching through them.
A half hour later, Blast Off and Chromedome had made little progress. The search was proving to be futile and they both knew it.
"Why the frag can we find anything?" Chromedome asked himself, getting tenser.
"Probably because this thing isn't natural," Blast Off told him. "It's probable that this is something mechanical."
"Like a device?" Chromedome asked.
"Yes, in a place that we can't reached. So it's no use trying to stop it," Blast Off chastised. "You're just better off trying to contain him."
"No! I can't. I'll find something to help him," Chromedome told him. "I'm fine for a reason and I'm going to figure out why."
"Aww, isn't that just heartwarming?" Monobear asked, appearing out of nowhere.
"You…," Chromedome growled.
"Oh, hey! How are you?" Monobear asked.
"Fixed this," he threaten.
"Uh, no can do," Monobear answered cheekily.
"Why you little-"
"Calm down!" Blast Off yelled at Chromedome, making him back down. "Where have you've been?" Blast Off asked, turning to the bear.
"Oh, you know, doing things and stuff. Watching you to make sure you all murder each other. I'm disappointed right now that nobody murder anyone yesterday."
"Is that so?" Blast Off asked.
"Uh-huh! You have no idea how disappointed I was when Wildrider and Smokescreen interrupted them yesterday. I was so sure they would murder each other!"
"Oh, I'm going to kill you!" Chromedome shouted at the malicious bear.
"Chromedome, back! You know what happens if you disobey the rules," Blast Off told him. "What happened to Soundwave will happen to you and then you won't be able to help Rewind." Chromedome glared at the two, trying to figure out what to do when he relented, backing up from the bear.
"I won't lose control and leave Rewind by himself," Chromedome growled to the bear, heading back to his datapads.
"Hmph, it appears he won't be killing anyone. You lost," Blast Off told the bear.
"Hun, whatever. There's others I can manipulate. You have no idea how many ways I can insert a knife and twist it," Monobear told the sniper as he disappeared again. Blast Off glared at where the bear was before heading back to Chromedome.
"Are you alright?" Blast Off asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he reassured him. "Thanks, you know, for that. If I lost it-"
"You didn't, now let's get back to work," Blast Off told him.
"Sure thing."
Another half-hour later, Monobear made an announcement for morning and they met up at the first floor. No one made any more progress and they headed out to the other building and made their way into the lunchroom.
"Ah, welcome! I trust you made good progress," Dead End asked them happily as they entered.
"Nope," Swindle told them as he took his seat with energon in hand.
"Oh. What a shame, but I'm sure we'll find something today," Dead End cheered.
"Yeah, he's still crazy," Wildrider told them as they entered.
"Well, it's better than most kinds of crazy," Chromedome replied as he glared at Wildrider.
"Hey, I helped you yesterday," Wildrider defended himself.
"True, and for that, I'm grateful," Chromedome agreed, as he took a seat next to him.
The group sat at the table, waiting for others to come in. At 7:30, everyone else had entered, minus Knock Out. "Did we still leave him strapped to the table?" Smokescreen asked.
"Yeah," Ratchet answered, "but I'm guessing he broke out a little while ago, so we barred the door from the outside to keep him from getting out."
"Huh, I guess that's a good precaution," Perceptor agreed.
"Anyway, everybody ready for another day of useless searching?" Skywarp asked, feeding Laserbeak some energon.
"Hey, no need to act like that. I'm sure we'll finally find something today," Dead End said.
"Maybe, but we probably won't," Drift said gloomily.
"Woah, what's with the gloom?" Dead End asked.
"I'm not gloomy, I'm just being a realist. That library is too big for the twenty-seven of us to search through," Drift told everyone.
"Ugh, I hate to say it, but he's got a point," Rewind agreed.
"Well than, what should we do? Nothing?" Onslaught asked him.
"No, I'm not saying that," Drift backpedalled, trying not to anger him. "I'm just saying, all we've found so far is the fact that another school existed on Earth and these two-" he gestured to Bludgeon and Nautilator sitting next to him, "think that we may have been in a coma for a couple of years, but that's just ludicrous."
"Hey, it's a good idea!" Nautilator yelled.
"Maybe," Drift said, "but we've still haven't figured much out."
"Well, then we need to persevere. We cannot let a lack of results stop us from continuing forth and getting answers," Bludgeon told the room. "We must continue to peruse the library."
"I agree!" Onslaught agreed, getting up. "Everybody ready to go?"
"Ugh, if you insist," Swindle muttered, getting up and heading out of the room.
"Come on, everybody. I insist that you come," Onslaught beckoned the room. Only people that got up were the Combaticons, Bludgeon, Dead End, and Nautilator. "Seriously?" Onslaught asked the room. Wildrider and Chromedome got up, slightly relunctantly. "Thank you, I guess," Onslaught murmured. "Alright, if you won't come for searching the library, at least come for the archive opening at 10:30, alright? That's three hours," Onslaught told the room. "We need to spend as much time in there as we can."
"Yeah, we'll be there," Jazz agreed. "It's the very least we can do. I'll make sure they will come," Jazz told him.
"Alright" Onslaught agreed. "Combaticons and everyone else, let's go."
"Alright, fifth floor, let's see what you got," Vortex murmured.
"You know why they paired us up?" Swindle asked him.
"No. Why?"
"Because, they think we're the crazy ones," Swindle told him, sliding through a page.
"Crazy? That's absurd. Why would they think we're crazy?"
"Because, other people have been going crazy. They don't know that they are going crazy."
"They are going crazy?" Vortex asked. "That's… that's absurd."
"Absurd, maybe, but it's the truth," Swindle said, walking over to him. "We have to watch each other's back. Every single one of them, right now? Planning our downfall."
"Swindle, you can't honestly be serious, can you?" Vortex asked.
"Would I be talking to you if I wasn't?" Swindle asked. "The only one we can trust is Onslaught. He won't betray us."
"But what about Blast Off and Brawl?" Vortex asked.
"Just like the rest, although I don't think they would have it in them to murder one of us. Yeah, they'll leave us to die, but I don't think they'll murder us."
"Swindle, you need to stop being paranoid. It's unlike you," Vortex chastised.
"Unlike me? Vortex, do you know how many precautions I take when making a deal? Let me give you a hint: way too fragging many!" Swindle told him. "You always have to be wary of whether someone is going to backstab you or not."
"But, still, Blast Off and Brawl?" Vortex asked. "They wouldn't sacrifice us to get out, would they?"
"Tanks have a bit of a temper problem," Swindle reminded Vortex, "and Blast Off has always been aloof."
"Still, I don't think they would kill anybody."
"Hmph, foolish. I would stay away from them," Swindle told him.
"Oh, come on, we can trust them and I'll prove it by the end of the day," Vortex told him.
"If you want to, but keep me away from that fool's errand."
"Oh, come on Swindle. My profession is torturing people for information. If I don't kill anyone, than I doubt they will," Vortex told him.
"Hmph, valid point, but I'm still sticking to my point."
"If you want to keep that fool's belief," Vortex mocked.
"Why did you have to agree to search the library?" Wildrider asked Dead End as they continued to look through the fourth floor.
"Because, I trust in Bludgeon and Onslaught's optimism," Dead End replied.
"Deady, learn to stop being happy and optimistic," Wildrider ordered. "I could be out doing other things like getting smash, getting in lounge fights, or plotting the overthrow of all world governments!"
"Now, now, Wildrider, anarchy is not the answer to all government problems," Dead End chastised.
"It should be!" Wildrider shouted.
"Anyway, we should be concentrated on our current goal of getting information. I'm sure if you will concentrate on it, we will find something on this school."
"Deady, this place is about the size of Metroplex's fist. It's going to take forever to thoroughly search through this place."
"Maybe, but we have to find something if we want to figure out the mysteries of this school," Dead End told him. "Don't you want to know the identity of the person who's got us held here against our will?" Dead End asked.
"Yeah, so I can rip him apart."
"What do you think the two are talking about up there, boss?" Brawl asked Onslaught as they continued there searched on the third floor.
"Knowing Swindle's current state, he's probably going on about how no one can be trusted while Vortex's just listens. Nothing too serious," Onsluaght told him.
"Hmm, if you say so, but don't you think it would be wise to keep them separated?" Brawl asked.
"Maybe, but Swindle was already up there and Vortex wanted to continued up there, so there was no stopping him," Onslaught reminded him.
"I guess you got a point,"" Brawl agreed, peering through the datapads.
"Look, Brawl, nothing bad will come out of it. I can trust those two together. They worked together often enough," Onslaught told him. "They are mutually beneficial to each other."
"Maybe, but I still don't like it."
Chromedome and Blast Off searched the second floor mostly in silence, occasionally peppered with a brief sentence or two telling each other what they found.
"Can you believe what Drift said about out theory?" Nautilator asked Bludgeon as he searched through the datapads.
"Yes, I do," Bludgeon replied.
"Huh?"
"Him and the rest of the group are running on skepticism from our, frankly, minor evidence and slim connections. If we want to prove to them that we're right, we have to find more evidence, which I intend to do today," Bludgeon told Nautilator.
"Yeah, I guess you have a point… AH!" Nautilator screamed.
"What?" Bludgeon asked, coming towards him.
"I-I think I may have found something," Nautilator told him. Bludgeon, intrigued, came over to see what he saw.
"What have you found?" Bludgeon asked.
"I was searching through recent news reports and look!" Nautilator told him, giving it to him.
Bludgeon, confused, looked at the data report. "'Science Fair Blows Away Expectations.' "I don't quite see your point," Bludgeon told him.
"Read on," Nautilator told him.
"Humph, let us see.' Science fair had some of brightest youth show off their skills.' Hu-huh. Let's see, 'the event was held at former senate building in front of the brightest minds of our previous generations'. Yes, and 'the best ones came from…'" Bludgeon paused in his reading. "Hope's Peak Academy."
"Yes, that's it!" Nautilator told him.
"Uh, when we were knocked out, the building was just about to be opened. Now, according to this, not only did the placed opened, but they are actively taking place in events," Bludgeon said to himself.
"That's not the best part! Head to the bottom where a picture of the students are!" Nautilator told him. Bludgeon glared at Nautilator for not straight out telling him and slide down to the bottom, where the very sight of it cause him to be startled.
In it were a collection of young mechs and femmes, all of different shapes and sizes and, judging by the lack of scars on them, had never seen the evils of war. In it, they were posing with the teachers who helped honed their skills.
They were Perceptor, Beachcomber, Mixmaster, and the recently deceased Shockwave.
Perceptor was standing in the middle, relaxed, a small smile on his face. Beachcomber was crouched down next to one of his students, grinning as hard as he could. Mixmaster stood a bit to the left, arms crossed, and a sliver of a smile on his face. Shockwave rounded it out, standing to the right, impassive, not an ounce of emotion on his frame.
It was… odd, seeing the four of them posing together in one pic, looking pretty happy.
"When… how could a picture like this happened?" Bludgeon asked, shocked. "I don't think any of them ever got together like this before."
"That's a mystery!" Monokuma shouted, popping out right next to him.
"You! Tell us how this could've happen!" Bludgeon commanded of the bear.
"Aw, but if I tell you that, then I'll be spoiling the story and that's not fair to the watchers," Monobear said, depressed.
"Watchers?" Bludgeon asked, confused.
"What, you ever heard of a fourth wall?" Monobear asked.
"What is th- it doesn't matter! Tell me how did this happened," Bludgeon ordered.
"Patience, Bludgy. You have to figure that out, not me," Monobear told him.
"Oh, come on! Can't you at least give us a hint?" Nautilator asked of him.
"Nah, I'll let you solve it yourself. Have fun!" the bear finished, vanishing again.
"That insidious creature," Bludgeon growled out. "What does all of this mean?"
"I don't know. It's like we're given the ending without knowing what happened in-between it and the beginning," Nautilator complain, holding on to his head. "Oh, boy, I feel a head-ache coming on. Too much information coming through at one time."
"Whatever, we'll show this to Drift today and make him and his fellow skeptics choke on it," Bludgeon told the Seacon as he continued to search through the shelves. "Come, we must see if we can find more evidence of a missing time."
Time went by for the group until just before 10:30, everyone else started coming. The library people finished their search and regroup with the other people in the lobby. Everyone besides Knock Out, who was still locked in the first floor infirmary, had arrived, ready for their hourly search of the archives. Drift approached the wall and pushed in the screen, causing the screen to come up.
"Everybody ready?" he asked. Everyone gave a sign of approval. "Alright, remember, we got a hour. After that, the door closes and won't be opened for another 12 hours, which should be ar 11:30 tonight. Now, let's go," he told them as he clicked opened. Once the minute spent on the door opening, they entered and began searching the computers.
Time flew by and everyone was once again met with the same results. Quickly, the time remaining decreased at an alarming rate. 45 minutes. 30 minutes. 15 minutes. 10. 5. 3. 2. 1.
"Alright everybody, let's go!" Jazz shouted to everyone, heading for the door. Quickly, everyone made their way out. In less than a minute, the room was emptied out and everyone stood outside. Jazz took a look at everyone's face. All of them shined with disappointment. The three scientist were all staying with each other, discussing what they had found. Everyone that was in the library earlier had a dejected look on their face. Drift was sitting on one of the desks, a stern look on his face, as was Mirage sitting next to him. Skywarp was caring for Laserbeak, while Blurr was heading out of the room faster than anyone else, Counterpunch silently following behind him. Hoist stood by himself, along with Nightbeat, both having inquisitive looks on their faces. Smokescreen was talking with Hound about their lack of luck while Ratchet was wondering what to do next. "Alright, everyone, lunch," Jazz announced to everyone. "Let's refuel and meet in the lunch room.
"Uh, if you don't mind, I'll just stay by myself," Smokescreen told everyone. "I don't really feel like sitting with everyone else today."
"Yes, can I do that too?" Blast Off asked. "I'll just go to one of the lounges for energon."
"That's cool. Anyone that doesn't want to go to the lunch today, do whatever. Anybody else that does, let's go," Jazz told the group.
"Well, aren't we a small bunch," Jazz said as he took his seat next to Brawl. Besides the two of them, Onslaught, Vortex, Bludgeon, Dead End, Wildrider, Nautilator, Drift, Hoist, and Nightbeat was there.
"Ou cn sit ha," Nightbeat replied.
"Ditto," Wildrider agreed.
"How do you possibly understand him?" Onslaught asked.
"He's speaking idiot. I'm really good at understanding it," Wildrider explained.
"Anyway, anyone found anything useful?" Drift asked. "I'm dassuming if anyone outside the group found anything, they would be here too."
"We did," Nautilator said, showing Drift the report on the Science fair. "What they frag?" Drift murmured as he slid down the report until the reach the end. "What the- But that's impossible!"
"What is?" Brawl asked, not likeing being kept in the dark.
"This is a report on a Science fair, with the best ones done by the stundents of Hope's Peak Academy."
"So?" Wildrider asked.
"It's on Cybertron."
"What? But the school wasn't opened when we came here. It's only just got done with construction," Dead End said.
"That's not the weirdest part. Take a look at the teachers with the students," Drift said, tossing the report in the middle of the table. One at a time, everyone looked at it, all of them shocked by the pictured before them.
"What is with Perceptor, Shockwave, Beachcomber, and Mixmaster in the same picture?" Hoist asked out loud, the first to speak. "They all live in different areas and couldn't have been together at one point in time to take a pictured together."
"And what are they doing with students from Hope's Peak academy?" Vortex asked. "WE never taught anyone in the school."
"Now tell me, Drift, does out theory look flimsy now?" Bludgeon asked Drift, just a tad smugly.
"I do admit, it does look viable now, but it raises way too many questions," Drift said. "What the fragged did we missed? How the frag do the four of them not remember that moment together? How do they not remember even working for Hope's Peak?"
"We'll have to find more answers for that in the library," Jazz told the group.
"Well then, is everybody refueled?" Onslaught asked the group. They all nodded. "Then let's get started."
The group arrived at the library and began searching it. The small group went through it quickly, deciding to take the whole fifth floor together. They ravaged through it for the next few hours, looking through every single datapad. By the end of it, the group had reconvened at just after six.
"Alright, so, did anyone find anything to help us, or can we rule this floor out for the rest of the time here?" Jazz asked the group. Everyone quickly reported back negatives from the floor. "Alright, let's go to the lunch room and decide what to do together."
"So, the fifth floor gave us a whole lot of nothing," Brawl muttered, displeased with the information that they didn't found.
"Unfortunately, yes," Dead End agreed sadly. "Finding information is extremely difficult."
"We can't stop," Vortex told the group. "We have to find more information on the school somehow."
"We will, it's just extremely tedious," Onslaught told Vortex. "We'll began again at seven."
"Find with me if you're going to continue searching," Hoist told the group. "I'll stay as long as you are."
"As will I," Bludgeon agreed.
"Count me out" Nautilator said. "I need to go rest in my room."
"Sorry, but I'm feeling pretty tired as well," Jazz answered. "I think I'll turn in early and get up at six tomorrow with the rest of you Combaticons."
"I think I'll do what Jazz says," Ratchet said.
"Me too," Drift replied.
"Me and Wildrider will offer the best help we can," Dead End told the group, causing a glare from Wildrider.
Nightbeat gave a thumbs up in agreement with Dead End.
"Alright, well then, everybody rest and we'll continued at seven," Onslaught told the remaining workforce.
"Right, if you don't mind, I'll go now. See you later, dudes," Jazz told them, getting up and heading out of the room. He went ahead and went up the steps to the dorm rooms, passing by Swindle's room, who was sitting with a knife in his hand, watching the doorway. Jazz walked quickly passed the room and headed for his room. He arrived at his door and opened it, closing it behind him. He walked to his berth and laid down on it, trying to relax.
Suddenly, a flash light occurred and Skywarp appeared in front of him, Laserbeak resting on his chest. "Woah, Skywarp. What up?" Jazz asked, tensed.
"Okay, look, you guys look stress, so look at what I brought you," Skywarp announced, showing off some cubes of high-grade.
"Woah, where did you get that?" Jazz asked.
"Believe it or not, Mixmaster is one hell of a brewer. Dude made some to relax and I decided to bring some to you," Skywarp explained to him.
"Oh, cool," Jazz replied, relaxing again. "I think I'll take some," Jazz replied, taking a couple of them off his hands. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Skywarp replied.
"I'll probably wake up later than usual. High-grade makes me a bit of a deep sleeper," Jazz told him. "And a bit crazy."
"Eh, don't worry. They can hold the fort for the night," Skywarp told him.
"Nice," Jazz said as he realized something.
"Hey, Skywarp, can't you just teleport in the archives?"
"Nope. The headmaster was somehow able to block that as well," Skywarp complained. "It ticks me off."
"Oh, too bad," Jazz murmured.
"Yeah, well, drink up!" Skywarp told him, a high-grade in hand.
"Alright," Jazz agreed, the two knocking their cubes together and drinking from it.
Day 8
Jazz gave a groaned as he woke up from the floor of his room. His room was trashed, the table flipped, cabinet on the floor, and some of the high-grade on the floor. Next to him was a sleeping Skywarp, cuddling him.
"Ah!" Jazz screamed, getting up unsteadily.
"I didn't slap the fish!" Skywarp yelled, waking up. "Ow…" he murmured, rubbing his head. "My head hurts."
"What time is it?" Jazz asked, looking for the clock.
"I don't know. All I know is that my head hurts," Skywarp yelled. Jazz ignored him, looking at the clock, seeing that it was 12:29.
"Oh, man, it's 12:29!"
"AM?"
"PM!"
"Scrap…" Skywarp muttered as he got himself off the floor. "Where's Laserbeak? I don't want Soundwave haunting me from the grave if I let him die," Skywarp asked. Jazz stumbled across the room and into the bathroom.
"Found him," Jazz told him. "He's sleeping in the bathroom."
"I'm coming little birdie!" Skywarp said crawling his way over there and picking his minicon off the floor. "Aw, look, he's hungover, just like us," Skywarp said, pointing out the struggling minicon.
"You fed him some of the high-grade?" Jazz asked, washing his face, trying to wake himself up.
"Hey, he looked interested in it," Skywarp defended.
"If Soundwave was still here, he would be ripping you apart right now," Jazz said, getting out of the bathroom. He peered at the time again. 12:31.
"Alright, Skywarp, if we hurry, we can prevent ourselves from being useless."
"Look, can't we just stayed here. Nothing is going on –"
DING DONG!
The two grew silent and stared at each other as the bell rang and the announcement by Monobear started.
"A body has been discovered. Following an investigation period, we will hold a class trial."
The two had grown numbed at the announcement. Beachcomber, Blast Off, Bludgeon, Blurr, Brawl, Bumblebee, Chromedome, Counterpunch, Dead End, Drift, Hoist, Hound, Knock Out, Mirage, Mixmaster, Nautilator, Nightbeat, Onslaught, Perceptor, Ratchet, Rewind, Scavenger, Smokescreen, Swindle, Vortex, or Wildrider.
One of them was dead.
Chapter 2: Hope Shattering on the Ground
Abnormal Days