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Many of Blitzwing's allies looked at him as an annoying lunatic. Huge strength, unpredictability, and emotional instability are an "excellent" combination of gifts received as a result of turning into a Triple Changer. What is the point of such power if it is almost not controlled? It was almost impossible to even communicate with him. Any little thing in a simple conversation and a multi-ton killing machine can attack you. Laughter, threats, shouts, confusing gestures, sarcastic and cold phrases: few people will want to meet with all this. It's a good thing that this beige-purple Wheel of Fortune spent most of the time with Lugnut, and not with all the others. They made a great duet: a slow and narrow-minded admirer of Lord Megatron and a soldier with a personality disorder.
Blitz spent most of his free time alone. Although is it possible to say that when you are literally torn into three coexisting personalities? He often talked to himself, discussing various events. From the outside, it looked very frightening, but the Decepticon was used to sidelong glances in his direction. Allies could not understand which of the faceplates was the original, but at the head of this trio was always Icy. Not only because he was the most calm and was a good strategist. Somewhere inside, the shattered personality was still trying to reassemble itself. She silently distributed the primacy among her fragments. There was another reason why Blitz was still in his right mind. Fear of Megatron. This suffocating fear was like glue connecting a broken porcelain vase. If something goes wrong, at best the Decepticon leader will immediately throw Blitzwing into deep space, at worst he will simply be destroyed.
- ''Can you stop being like a rag already!? -Hothead roared. It was a good thing that they were not at the base, but somewhere in the forest. -For your information, we can read each other's minds, asshole!''
The face quickly changed to Random, laughing hysterically at the top of his voice.
- "It is impossible to hide secrets from yourself! If only you don't think at all!!"
The face changed back to pale blue.
"Shut up, both of you, -Icy hissed angrily- I can't stop thinking that because of both of you, we can easily be destroyed!"
-"I will destroy you faster!" - the red-faced looked ahead at the fir trees with a grin, as if they had personally insulted him.
-"Oh, no-no-no-nooo! Suicide is not an option! Although imagine how beautiful it is!"- The wind shook the branches of the trees so much as if the forest itself wanted to escape from the black mask with a burning bloodthirsty look.
-"You're both insufferable! Can we think of something pleasant!?- Icy dramatically spread his hands to the side, as if he was rehearsing a drama for the theater.-... something not bloody, not exploding, not frightening us... about something...cute..."
-"And yellow!" - Random broke into a satisfied, uneven smile.
Triple Changer froze, looking at the sky with a glassy gaze. For about a minute, all three of them stood in silence. Two of them were trying to understand what had happened, and the third was ready to break out of his (their) body. Icy was the first to respond, shifting his gaze to the tree on the right.
- "What do you mean yellow? You mean the sun?"
-"He's completely out of his mind! Yellow....dangerous color! They also designate radiation! And this happens only in storms.. "- Hothead looked thoughtfully at the sky.
- "Solar storms are definitely not pleasant. So that's out of the question. What else can be yellow and at the same time cute?- pale-faced froze abruptly, expanding his optics.- this is..."
Autobot!?

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No one can tell when it has begun. But for everyone, it is clear that the instigator was Random. Of the three personalities, he was the most open in the manifestation of emotions, regardless of the circumstances. Sincerity was intertwined with seething madness. Blitz was an experienced warframe, hardened in the hardest battles, which made Random's childishness seem something wild. Many ignored the antics of a mad personality, and perhaps that's why he was so attracted to a poor autobot who does not know how to watch his language. Of course, because of this annoying insect, poor Blitz fell into the icy water, but Bee's sharp phrases warmed up the excitement of the Decepticon. There was a terrible desire to catch a minibot. A kind of crazy version of a cat and mouse. However, the Autobot turned out to be very agile and surprisingly brave. He teased Blitzwing as if he wasn't one of Megatron's strongest fighters and wasn't 3 times his height. What impudence... Sympathy for the enemy has become a sore topic for the Decepticon. After the unexpected recognition from Random, other personalities also began to notice positive emotions towards the Autobot. This could be considered a real betrayal. Therefore, Blitz tried to suppress his feelings for a long time.

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An ominous shadow loomed menacingly over the mangled remains of a small truck. The angry roar of the engines foreshadowed the appearance of the most irascible personality. Flames leaped straight out of the deadly cannons, aiming directly at the Autobots. A sharp dash forward, and Bumblebee barely managed to jump away from the shot. What an unlucky day! It seemed that the barrage of fire was a "gift" for the poor scout, considering how much the Triple Changer was fixated on him. For a tiny piece of Allspark, a real steeplechase was prepared for Bumblebee. Unfortunately, the location of the fragment was right behind the angry tank. Prowl tried to get there somehow, but it was all in vain. The endless race began to bother Bee, and he had an idea. Instead of continuing to run in a circle, the bot tore right under the feet of the Decepticon. This gave him extra time, during which he successfully grabbed the found crystal. However, the return trip turned out to be more...difficult. Before Bee could turn around, he was quickly grabbed by a large black hand, painfully wrapped around his waist. Heavy ventilation burned the thin yellow body with hot air. The burning optics were visible even behind the red glass of the visor. But Bee didn't even deign to cry out in fear, only squeezed denta tightly. The celestial optics glared fiercely at the irritated red face. The giant grunted slightly and squeezed his hand harder, into which small shurikens dug in a second later. The ninja bot was standing a few meters away from the Blitzwing. Its uneven ventilation betrayed the wild panic that twisted the body of the two-wheeler. The voice was trembling.
- Let him go, Decepticon!
- And what happens if not? - Sharp fangs flashed from under thin red lips stretched in a grin.
-Don't worry about me, Prowl! I'm fine! Catch it!- Bee somehow managed to throw the shard right under the ninja's feet.- Run! Hurry up! I can handle it!
The motorcycle quickly grabbed the shard and looked at the three-mode driver with disgust. Attacking the weakest? A terrible meanness, just to match the Decepticons. Having quickly clarified the location of the team, Prowl instantly transformed and rushed away. In the depths of the spark, he hoped that he had not made a terrible mistake by leaving the scout alone. And he just smirked in the face of the enemy. A moment later, Bee was pinned to the asphalt.
- Your recklessness saved your life, but be sure that next time I will turn you into a piece of scrap metal!- Blitzwing quickly transformed into a fighter and rushed in pursuit of the Allspark fragment.

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Bumblebee's description was not at all consistent with the word "calm. Many would say they were opposites, many, but not all. To the one whose presence was the coldest, Bee became a ray of hope. Comforting words of encouragement melted the eternal freeze of the tired spark. Yes, the yellow bot was unbearable at times, but he was the only one who could look at the three-motor man without disgust. He marveled at the power of the two engines, was thrilled at the ability to fly straight up into the sky, and was happy to spend time together doing completely silly but so cheerful things. Bumblebee gave Blitzwing a sense of long-lost peace.