Transformers Rescue Bots - The Past

80: Lost - S

Heatwave does not understand why exactly it is that his life has to be the worst.
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Heatwave could only stare at the sight, a time in which he was trying to find some sort of peace being so roughly disturbed by what was there. it seemed like he was the only one noticing this, and by the looks of it, it did indeed make it look like he was the only one who truly saw it.

it was a grave, one that looked old and worn, it pretty much hadn't been cleaned in a very long time but the name surely was not visible at first glance. it was the only one there that wasn't cleaned, so Heatwave wanted to know why, but yet, that is where another nightmare begins.

He found her, but it wasn't supposed to be like this.

He didn't know what to do, to keep staring, to leave, to ask, he wasn't sure. He felt completely lost as he stared at the name, the numbers, and the lack of thought. there was nothing there, no clean stone, no items that made her be somewhat remembered, it was like it was empty.

Every other stone or plaque had some sort of little extra thing that made each one special, it could be an item or a little thing engraved with the rest of them. This is what made none of them feel left out and yet, the one before him, it was bare.

he noticed another bot nearby, looking up and daring to ask.

"Why is this one not clean?" it was clear to tell who he was asking was very much older, possibly living out his last moments well.

"You know, someone always always comes around to clean it." the bot mentions, coming closer to look at the grave. "I don't have the strength to clean them like I used to but I guess it is odd hers is not clean like the rest."

"Did you know her?" Heatwave could only help but wonder if there was someone else out there who might care.

"I do not know who she is but I believe that is mostly the case by how little bots come around." Heatwave tilts his head in confusion. "I come around every solar cycle to this place and yet, I've really only seen around five who tend to visit it, but this is the first time I have seen you come here."

"I was wondering where she went, I met her a long time ago." he responds, still noticing how the spot seemed to be rather empty. "Who has come here though?"

"I've seen a femme and a mech, both sounded like they were good friends with her. there was another mech, who I assume was her brother who comes around more often than the rest." Heatwave noticed how the expression changed. "There was this couple that came around once, but they looked happy at the sight of this for some strange reason."

"Oh, so really, there is only one." Heatwave says, finding that she was truly forgotten in some way.

"unfortunately, yes." The bot then left Heatwave alone, continuing their own journey around the place like they had always done so.

Heatwave couldn't help but feel so lost, wondering how he could find out such things, how his last hope had just been shattered for some bit of happiness. He didn't even know where to go now, it was like all the joy he had just vanished.

how could he be happy if he had nothing left to be happy for?