Notes: I could have gone further with this and tossed Rampage in, but...I liked it as it was.
Sometimes the things which hurt you the worst are the ones you love most.
Vermilion
Red is Waspinator's favorite color.
It has always been his favorite color; he likes things that catch his optic and anything in a crimson hue never fails to spark his interest. The color is bright; attractive. Even before he was reformatted, Waspinator was easily drawn in; it had nothing to do with the insect instinct.
And over the course of his life, there has been a lot of red in Waspinator's life.
Terrorsaur was a bright crimson, flashy on a streamlined frame. The color of his paintjob had caught Waspinator's attention almost instantly, gleaming in the dim bar, a beacon for the wayward, drawing him like the proverbial moth to a flame. And oh! How he would crash and burn!
Because Terrorsaur's voice, mocking, calling him stupid, rings through his memory and he aches somewhere deep inside, spark constricting painfully at the memory. It hurt more than any physical injury ever could.
Inferno was darker, ruby and fire, passion and intensity. He burned brighter than almost any one else Waspinator has ever met: Unstoppable, powerful, ardent. He blazed, while Terrorsaur shone. Different, but still alluring.
But Inferno shot him; considered him a traitor, all because he got tired, and there's that tightness again.
Waspinator loves the color red-
And Megatron…
He shudders at the thought.
-but hates what it does to him.