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[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor wanders through the corridors and hallways of Autobot City, quite frankly a little overhwelmed and lost. Frostbite, Cureall, and that priestess of Primus who claimed to know her, had also claimed that five years had already passed from when she thought it was, and that Strata and Photon had grown up. Had not only grown up, but had adopted

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[big_bang_mech]

Wheeljack turns at the sound of Perceptor's voice, however strange and oddly feminine it might be. "Percy, did you get turned into a unicorn again?" He chuckles. "How'd it happen this time? I figured you would've learned your lesson." The engineer smiles, though there's still that lingering sadness in his optics that has been there since they said goodbye to Ratchet for what could very well be the last time.

He kneels down in front of him- her?- and raises a hand to pet Perceptor's mane. "Handsome mech, you make a handsome unicorn," he murmurs appreciatively, fingers smoothing through Perceptor's mane, not daring to touch her horn, as much as he'd like to. He remembers Perceptor's stories all too well. "So tell me, how'd this happen?"

[schrodingersbot]

"A-again?" Perceptor asks, utterly confused.

Though confused and organic, Wheeljack's impossible and unexpected touch is such a welcome dream; she leans into his fingers, trembling a little. She blinks, eyeing the engineer from under her lashes, almost afraid to move, lest he vanish like a soap bubble.

"Wheeljack... how... How are you here? Is it... Is it truly you?" she asks in a small voice. It's so very strange, welcome - oh sweet Primus but is this a welcome development, if it but holds true - but strange.

Wheeljack had been dead, killed in the attack. And, though friends, even before he'd been killed, they'd never had this... easy sort of physical... almost intimacy that this Wheeljack seems to assume as a matter of course.

"Please tell me that you are," she whispers.

[big_bang_mech]

Wheeljack's expression turns perplexed. "Of course it's me," he replies softly. "Don't you remember? I've been here for a while now... What happened, Percy? How are you a unicorn? Tell me what you know."

He's oh so very confused. It's almost like Perceptor's regressed back to being a unicorn, before Wheeljack returned to the living via the Nexus. And, all things considered, if Percy's a unicorn, anything else is possible- even him forgetting that Wheeljack is back.

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"I must have returned to the wrong..." Perceptor murmurs, voice trailing off as her gaze unfocuses, thoughts turned inward, retracing her route, her memories