the struggle do be real

bro will live by sheer will

more sluggish , optics flickering . he slammed his face down onto the ground , everything hurt , his mind felt - off . jumbled . like he was missing something in his thoughts .

he stopped dragging forward .
too weak to continue .

with the state of his frame and the dwindling energon levels , hope was thin . though he felt like there was someone he needed to get back to .

but . he didn’t know who . . .

Inferno couldn’t even call for help , not with his glossa torn out of his intake …..

his movements became

I say as I plan to write more horrible things

words made an attempt to escape , only coming out as a garbled mess .

what he was doing just as Overlord pulled out his glossa .

he hit the ground , frame shaking and hunched forward as he coughed out energon . he went to reach for his mouth , before remembering he now had a lack of servos …

Inferno tried to stand , only to fall from how weak his frame was .

the punch to his chassis , optics flickering as he yelped . the pain shooting through his frame made Inferno writhe . decorative wings slanting down .

his words filled Inferno with dread , though he wasn’t completely concerned about himself . mostly just about how he wouldn’t be able to tell Sunstorm where he is if he ends up hardly functioning .

would the seeker think he’d abandon him ? he hoped not ..

his thoughts were interrupted by