Post by Korova on Aug 9, 2019 0:01:04 GMT
The femme stood in the middle of the park uncharacteristically quiet. Staring up at the large statue of some bot, a prime, thought she didn't know (and didn't care) which one. It was happening again. A dull ache in her processor that would crop up occasionally, giving her a strange feeling. Deja vu? That's what humans called it. It felt like she had been here, like she should remember this place, but she didn't. This strange feeling and not knowing slowly began to fill her with rage.
Other bots passed her by without a second thought, only glancing at the Decepticon insignia every now and then. Korova was fully aware of the fact that she didn't look like a Decepticon. Her white and pink paint job gave off the friendly aura of an Autobot. But she was a Decepticon through and through, she knew that.
(This place is amazing!)
Korova frowned as a voice that wasn't her own reached her auditory sensors. She was hearing things again. That was another thing, she would often hear voices, voices she felt she should remember or identify. But the voices only left her in confusion, often speaking in broken and unrelated sentences. Her one large optic wandered over the statue as she her servos clenched into fists.
(C'mon let's go!)
A lighter more masculine voice called to her.
"Where? Who are you?" She asked out loud, not even paying attention to her surroundings. She was completely in the air by this point, not even caring if anyone was hearing her.
Other bots passed her by without a second thought, only glancing at the Decepticon insignia every now and then. Korova was fully aware of the fact that she didn't look like a Decepticon. Her white and pink paint job gave off the friendly aura of an Autobot. But she was a Decepticon through and through, she knew that.
(This place is amazing!)
Korova frowned as a voice that wasn't her own reached her auditory sensors. She was hearing things again. That was another thing, she would often hear voices, voices she felt she should remember or identify. But the voices only left her in confusion, often speaking in broken and unrelated sentences. Her one large optic wandered over the statue as she her servos clenched into fists.
(C'mon let's go!)
A lighter more masculine voice called to her.
"Where? Who are you?" She asked out loud, not even paying attention to her surroundings. She was completely in the air by this point, not even caring if anyone was hearing her.