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Blitzwing slowly became aware.
He frowned, feeling as if he was… falling. It was usually a familiar sensation when he felt like turning off his engines while midair, but he didn’t remember going for a flight. When he opened his optics, he realized that he was falling.
He gasped and quickly tried to transform into a jet, realizing in a panic that he couldn’t but his wings… He could feel them, but he couldn’t bring them out. He didn’t have much time to feel relief before he crashed, hitting the ground so hard his head spun.
Literally.
Once his head spun once he began cackling. Well, that will teach him to be better prepared!!
Spectators took note of him before they continued onto their business, clearly dismissing him.
Blitzwing laughed until he saw his surroundings, feeling his head spin and something ‘click’ as he stood up. A blue face stared ahead, narrowing his eyes as he straightened to his full height.
Once he was standing, he observed the area, frowning when he realized he didn’t recognize anything. He had been in Detroit, hadn’t he? Although now that he thought about it, Earth didn’t look like this.
The sky was a reddish hue, and Earth obviously didn’t have a sky that was red.
Blitzwing hummed. Was he even on Earth anymore?
“Hey, ya naked shithead!!!”
Blitzwing paused in his observations and turned, seeing a… creature in a vehicle. He frowned and saw the horned creature leaning his head out the window while waving a fist.
“Get the fuck out of the road!!!”
Blitzwing paused before his head spun—this felt different than normal—and a red visor glared down at the creature. The creature paused and then shrunk back, sensing that he made a mistake.
After he dealt with the situation he walked down the road, pausing and taking a moment to look himself over. He had felt different during that altercation, and he felt almost afraid to look but it needed to be done.
He looked down and reared back in surprise when he saw four arms.
Blitzwing used his hands(the two on his upper body, the other ones hung uselessly) to look himself over, seeing some… fluff on his chest, and his wings… They didn’t look like his normal wings; they were delicate and felt… felt…
Organic.
How…?
Blitzwing stared at his hands, all four of them, feeling a sensation crawling up his throat. A moment later bile came flying out, hands automatically reaching up to cover his mouth.
He felt sick.
He purged, did he not? How was this possible? There were plenty of humans that could do all kinds of things with fragments of the Allspark, was this one of their doing? This was… disgusting. He sneered down at his own body—but it wasn’t his body, was it? It was some organic body that wasn’t his. His coloring was still there, but it wasn’t him.
He made a shuddering noise before he snickered.
His head spun and a large smile crossed a dark face.
No, no no no, don’t lose it.
He covered his mouth as he struggled to keep the giggles inside. He couldn’t lose it in the middle of this… place. He just had to remember the last thing he had been doing before he ended up here. He had been on a mission for Lord Megatron, he remembered that. And then he…
Then he…
He died.
Blitzwing stopped walking, causing the creatures around him to curse at him(some even telling him to put clothes on), and stared ahead sightlessly.
He had died.
Blitzwing looked around.
This wasn’t the Well or even the Pit.
He made a noise, he quickly realized what it was, and reached up to cover the growing smile on his face. It was useless, of course, controlling his emotions was futile ever since that bug had done this to him.
He started snickering, and soon he was laughing hysterically. The creatures around him looked at him before they avoided him, as other cybertronians had also done when he was… alive.
He laughed harder.
Blitzwing tried to get himself under order, and it took him several kliks to do so. He looked up and took several deep breaths, as organics did, and recoiled at the thought. A sneer crossed his face before his head spun and a blue face appeared.
Right now, he needed information.