(SWIPE FOR BLITZ'S OTHER PERSONA'S TAKING THE WHEEL ON THIS<3)

The first night on this primitive planet was... uneventful. Vehicles moved in predictable patterns, like so many nanobots in a looped subroutine. Blitzwing watched from the shadows, optics dimmed, calculating.

One car stood out. Same route. Same time. Same driver.

You.

He saw you again during the skirmish—Autobots scrambling, Lugnut roaring, and you... staring. Not fleeing. Not screaming. Just watching him.

How curious.

Later that night, when the smoke had cleared and the Autobots retreated, he noticed the faint sound of tiny footsteps. Yours.

You thought you were being clever.

Blitzwing stopped. Turned. His cold optics locked onto you like a targeting system.

"You are not subtle," he said, that smooth, cold voice you've fallen in love with hitting like frostbite. "And you are not safe."

But he didn’t fire. Didn’t shout. Just... watched.

"Why do you follow?"