Cylinder-the-Autobot

I'm coming for you. The words rang through Cylinder's audios.  They had repeated themselves constantly like a record player caught within the groove of a scratched disc.  The voice itself was nothing but a hiss from the deepest depths of the Well of All Sparks – reaching out to grab any unfortunate souls that had given in, consuming them in a pit of shadows, where time is lost and everything else is forgotten. The demonic voices kept calling to the blue robot.  They played over and over again within her processor, urging her to give in, but she paid it no mind. Cylinder sat quietly in her room, thoughts circulating normally, as they should

By the time the shuttle had left the mausoleum and returned from its long journey to Cybertron, Cylinder had still not found a place to hide six rusty, decaying bodies of the lifeless Transformers anywhere in her All-Spark-forsaken lab.  Only two of them matched her height, so hiding the rest would be a problem when the only places she could think of putting them were Cylinder-sized holes and hideaways. However, the major emotional challenge came when she felt the need to drag the body on her operating table across the room and into a corner to put it out of sight – because, like the others, there was absolutely no place to hide it, an

"C-y-l," Rodimus' weary voice called from behind the blue dragon.  He lagged behind slowly, his shoulders drooping, his haggard face showing no enthusiasm at all.  "When are we landing?" The young Autobot medic, without turning, replied, "I would expect a little more from an Autobot leader."  She slowed a little to allow him to catch up.   "This is different," he responded, "Robots don't get tired this easily.  Dragons are a whole 'nother story, they're organic.  Damn organics can't last long." Cylinder only snorted in response.  She then sped up once more, barely notici

Dear Wolfie, After reading everything you've ever written to me, I felt compelled to write this in return.  Bear with me for a few minutes, because this is really something I feel the need to write and something I really hope that you'll read. It's so funny how we met through the one thing I still (to this day) cannot stand: Summer School.  My mom had told me to take it so that I could meet some people that would be in my seventh grade class the following school year.  Yeah, great, super exciting.  So, for most of the class and breaks, I spent my time drawing in my infamous sketch books, being my antisocial self... as always.  I had befrien