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Oh Primus, Why Me? PrologueIt has been a long and daring day for one extremely exhausted Autobot. The slight stumbling down the long hallways back to his quarters in the Ark gave a true indication of how he was feeling emotionally not to mention physically. His brilliant blue eyes gave an indication that the bot ought to go to his berth and take a nice and deep recharge. Eventually, he makes it to his door. He tiredly punches in his code into the keypad. The door slides open to his command. Due to how he tired is, he nearly catches a foot in the doorway and trips into his quarters. However, luckily he catches his footing just before the door slides into the closed position. As he walks over to his comfortable berth, he stretches one of his arms while yawning and covering his mouth when a yawn escapes his mouth. Then shaking his head from side to side as if there are cobwebs in there.
Once he makes it to his berth, he crawls onto it before reaching up to turn off the lights. He gently lays his robotic body onto i
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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