Y/N

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One year later, Liyue, China 2015...
Season: Summer

Y/N's Pov

Before I knew it, I was part of their team, and new friends and enemies were met along the way.

Time really flies, training seemed like a breeze and I was able to endure it all, before long, I became a warrior.

I never knew I had special abilities until I accidentally set an experiment on fire with my own servos, and also when I shapeshifted without scanning and flew into the air.

It was a lot to learn, but the others had such powers as well, we were all equal and above some sort of way, we each had our own strengths and weaknesses, its a lot to take in for me.

I sometimes wonder how my parents are, do they know I am still alive and being a cybertronian due to the accident and wonder if they still miss me or not and did they move on.

I paused and suddenly thought about whether I should visit them or not.

I stopped thinking when I heard a rustle coming from somewhere along the dark road.

"Show yourself!" I Demanded as flames formed around my claws again.

A Cybertronian figure emerged from the bushes.

He looked rusty and his paint job was dark red like blood. Is it just me or he looked like a darker version of Knockout?!

"What's your designation?!" I asked.

"I don't have one." He replied, looking down.

"Then, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm lost and was attacked by the Decepticons." He replied honestly, raising his servos up.

He looked harmless, so I lowered my futuristic pistol.

"Which faction are you?" I asked.

"I don't belong in one." He replied hoarsely.

"Then you are neutral?" I asked.

"Sorta." He replies.

"Would you like to join my team? My team is new and needs members like you, we are under the faction Autobots." I replied.

"Sure, why not, I'm done hiding from those Decepticons." Replied the mech.

"Well, come with me," I replied.

I led him into the futuristic spaceship, The Atmosphere.

"Alright, then I'll give you a designation then, from this day you will be known as Bloodrust,
Your paint is red as blood, and will be feared by your enemies." I announced.

"That's a meaningful name." Commented Bloodrust, who gave me a smile.

I smiled in return as I  assigned him on a small mission.

2 years later

He's really gone, either he died during a mission I sent him on or just simply disappeared. Because there was no trace of him.

I began to let my tears fall down my faceplates, realizing I actually liked him as a friend.

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