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[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and YOU~
WHERE: The junkpile
WHEN: Afternoon
WHAT: Blurr found his Christmas's present. He's not taking it very well.
WARNINGS: Racers having metal breakdowns over tiny cubes.

His systems seemed to be overheating badly, and he wasn't being particularly successful at cooling them down no matter how hard he tried. His engine revved a depressed tune as he observed the cube and tried to not break down into hysterics or laugh at the irony of it all.

Blurr knew that he probably looked pathetic, sitting in the middle of the junk pile and staring at a crushed mass that looked too much like himself for his liking, completely incapable of standing up. If this was a joke it wasn't a funny one. His hands twitched. He couldn't ignore the cube, nor he could throw it away. Who knew what it really was. It was wrapped when he found it and it had a tag with his name on it after all. And the stupid santa hat.

Blurr cradled his head in the crook of his arm and wrapped his other arm around his legs, trying to ignore how much his spark chamber hurt right now.

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[thehardway]

It's not that Ultra Magnus is much prone for wandering, but things have been harder to process lately. As such, he actually takes his breaks now when they're designated instead of just working anyway. He takes that time and though he isn't sure of what to do with it yet, he ponders.

So here he is, baffled by the strange gifts in the junkpile, and the snow that trickles down.

There is a pause as he takes notice of a very familiar Autobot.

"Blurr," Magnus states, tone quiet and calm as he slowly approaches. Mysterious as to why to him, his commanding officer appears rather upset. The cube makes no sense to him, so he hardly pays it any heed.

Instead, he kneels down before Blurr. "What happened?"

[raceme]

The unexpected voice startles him and Blurr jerks back, looking around somewhat groggily at his surroundings before focusing on Ultra Magnus. He didn't even hear the bigger mech approach him. His engine still growls unhappily and he has troubles finding his voice.

"Magnus I...t-the cube...I don't know what is doing here or who thought..it must be a joke it need to be a joke..."

[thehardway]

"The cube."

The enforcer turns his head and looks at the odd blue cube with the hat on. It doesn't seem to mean much at all to Magnus. But more importantly it means something to Blurr.

Enough to distress him.

"At ease. It can't hurt you." Hesitantly, he offers his hand out to his commanding officer. "Should I remove it?"

[raceme]

At that, Blurr quickly flings himself after him, clinging onto his arm. “No! Wait! No no no no is not that! The cubes is...it was supposed to be me..in my world Cheeetor told me what Shockwave did to m-me ...butitneverreallyhappened!...I think _{.. I woke up here but} now that thing is here and I don't know if it's real or a joke or..."

He tries to explain but he knows that he's making no sense. Blurr's spark is still hurting. Getting even more nervous is not helping his already overheated engine. One of his hands moves to his chest and he makes a pained face.

[thehardway]

It takes a moment for him to follow. The Blurr of his own world speaks at a fast pace when distressed, typically, so he's able to keep up to a point, but the explanation is strange to him. Damned time displacement and whatnot.

He stares down at how his arm is clung to, and he considers a moment. Rung is more suited to this. Others, many others. Magnus is still unable to solve his own issues, who is he to help another?

Still, he will not push Blurr away. Gently, he places a hand to Blurr's shoulder. "What is real, Blurr, is that you're here with us now. That is the reality and no amount of cubes impersonating what Cheetor informed you can possibly change that. Now, I need you to cycle air through your vents slowly."

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[raceme]

"E-easier said that done." He doesn't want to sound disrespectful, in fact he sounds more scared than anything else right now, but he couldn't help himself. Blurr tries to obey, forcing his cooling system to work faster, properly, like it's used to do when he's running in a rush. It's working but slowly and he keeps clinging to Ultra Magnus's arm.

"That thing is ME Ultra Magnus w-..what if it's me and it's still alive SOMEHOW?"

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[raceme]

Meanwhile the cube is...well, doing nothing but look dashing in a santa hat. It is not alive, no, but if Ultra Magnus inspects it closely he might discover that the resemblances between the cube and the Elite guard agent clinging to him are noticeable.

[glacius_passio]

Leviathan actually managed to walk past Blurr without seeing him at first, but the sound of an overworking engine quickly grabbed her attention. She followed the sound until she almost literally stumbled upon Blurr, barely stopping before she ran right into his leg.

But really, she'd recognize that leg anywhere.

"Blurr?"

[raceme]

It is a pretty long, slender leg The sudden impact, even if minor, was enough to catch his attention. He looks down at the girl, optics wide opened and more than slightly panicked.

"L-leviathan? I am to dreaming?"

[glacius_passio]

"Dreaming? Blurr, what's wrong?" Leviathan was worried enough at his strange behavior that she just vaulted over his leg instead of walking around, moving so she could kneel close to his head.

[raceme]

"ThatthingTHECUBEthere..it s-shouldn't be here it's not right it DOESN'T make sense because I AM HERE and Cheetor said..that thing is me too it don't make sense...."

He sure isn't making any sense. He really wants to explain himself properly but it's just too hard right not and his systems are malfunctioning due to the overhead.

[glacius_passio]

"Blurr!"

She didn't mean to shout but Leviathan was worried he'd overheat himself right into a shutdown with the way he was going on.

"Slow down a little. What's with the cube? I don't understand what you're saying."

[raceme]

Shouting was a good idea. It startled him and he shut up immediately, still staring at her with huge eyes.

"S-sorry....that cube looks like me...it's _{how I would} have ended haven I not arrived here. CHEETOR told me."

[tearsofsteel]

Albert wouldn't have known about the presents if he hadn't saw them fall into the junkpile. Even more baffling was that he found one given to him.

He had the gift in tow, still wrapped when he found Blurr curled up on the ground. He walks cautiously towards him.

"Blurr...what happened?"

[raceme]

Blurr really hopes you get a present that's not trauma inducing, Albert.

It takes him a few seconds to react, nearly a whole minute, because he's still trying to calm down his system. When he finally looks up it's clear that this is a bad day.

"Albert...? Are you part of my nightmare? Thatsunusual."

[tearsofsteel]

Oh boy, he really was going for a rough time. Albert dropped by his side, patting his shoulder. A futile gesture, he supposed.

"If it was a nightmare, would it be this bad?"

[raceme]

"Yes." Blurr knew his nightmares. He really doesn't throw that word around lightly. "Or worse."

He glances at the cube as if he's afraid it will attack them. "THAT shouldn't be here. It shouldn't exist if I AM here."

[tearsofsteel]

Albert looks at the cube, puzzled. There was something about that cube, "And why shouldn't it?"

[raceme]

"Because t-that cube is me..it's how I ended..back in my world. CHEETOR TOLD ME."

It comes out rushed but it's not complexity impossible to understand. He will apologize to Albert for the mental breakdown once he's feeling more like himself. For now, he will just stare at the cube as if it might grow teeth and attack them at any moment.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker wandered the Junkpile often, especially when he was bored. Or just needed a distraction.

Today was one of those days he actually found something . . . though he didn't know what the frag it was supposed to be. But it had the Decepticon brands on it and had been wrapped to remind him of Skywarp in black with purple trim and had a tag with his name on it. Huh. Maybe he'd ask someone what it was supposed to be.

He'd just started to head back to the temple when he spotted something else that caught his attention.

The sight both disturbed and upset him far more than he'd ever want to admit. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd turned to head for his friend. He made sure to make enough noise that he didn't "sneak up" on the distraught? distracted Autobot, then crouched by him.

"Blurr?"

[raceme]

The noise was warning enough but he still looked startled when he looked up at Thundercracker, optics wide.

"Ah...h-hello." He tried to stood up suddenly but he tripped and fell back.

[notyourblueangel]

Eons of fighting had trained the veteran warrior to react on reflex. An arm shot out without hesitation to wrap around the slender mech, catching and steadying him. Thundercracker frowned. True, the Autobot had been in the medbay not that long ago, but his problem had been mostly sheer exhaustion – he should have been long recovered from that by now. No, this . . . this was something else.

"What's wrong?"

[raceme]

Blurr was really grateful for the unexpected help. For a moment he hold onto Thundercraker's arm as if his life depended on it. When he realized that eh was doing that Blurr immediately eased his grip.

"SorrysorryIwas...ah...that cube...you can SEE it too, right?"

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker looked around, and the thing caught his attention quickly. "Yeah...?" So it was a compacted mass of trash.

Of a very distinct shade of blue. With discernible bits and crushed details that...kind of reminded him of-

He looked again at his friend, his frown of concern deepening. "Blurr, what is this about? What was that?" He nodded at the square, not that there was really any mistaking what he meant.

[raceme]

Blurr was still close to Thudnercracker, his entirely frame shaking.

"That's...me. or who U was supposed to end in my universe when S-shockwave trapped me. I don't know WHAT is it doing here..."