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[gainedlove]

[The feed opens to a small child--one that looks oddly similar to a certain child that was the subject of a few trials last month. Unlike Chara, however, this kid doesn't seem to have any anger bubbling under the surface, nor a glint in their eye like they're sizing up an opponent. In fact, they actually look somewhat...guilty?]

Um, hi everyone! This is Frisk. ...um.

[Frisk looks up at something away from the camera, then back down again.]

Uh, I know we got mail a while ago, but I was kinda...busy, and...um. I forgot to ask...

[They move the camera around to point at a ridiculously oversized, futuristic-looking canon leaning against the wall of their dorm--how it was dragged into the room is anyone's guess, but it certainly can't we wielded by this tiny kid.]

Um, th' captains gave this to me but it's not mine. If it's yours, you can come get it! My room is number five on Nomo deck.


( ooc: The canon actually belongs to Megatron, but people are free to try and convince Frisk it's theirs! He will be regaining proper custody of the gun, though. )

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[aminerproblem]

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[aminerproblem]

[Ok, he most definitely did not visit the same Earth that Frisk is from.]

[Ahem.]

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[aminerproblem]

Our war was different, though I suppose that isn't surprising.

It started because leaders of our planet stratified Cybertron's people into categories based off function. Someone with my second form would be sent to work in an energon mine for the entirety of their lives - until they were injured and disposed of like a piece of equipment.

The fighting was to overthrow them, depose of the system entirely, but it got... consumed by the momentum. The war took on a life of its own and began to fuel itself.

[gainedlove]

[Frisk frowns, partially upset about the war getting so out of hand but mostly in sympathy for the plight of Megatron's faction. They know about stories like that, in history and in things less real, where people are made by other people to be not anymore. It's not fair, and Frisk can understand wanting to make it all stop.]

[Standing up, they walk over and...well, an attempt at a hug is made, but mostly they're just latching onto the Decepticon's leg.]

'M sorry that happened. Did it get fixed?

[aminerproblem]

[There was an important addendum to add to the story, one he was going to address when Frisk posed the question...]

[But then the child pastes their arms and upper body to his leg armor. Are they trying to fuse or burrow to his frame?? Is this small human looking for a host to lay its eggs?? He is not sure how to feel about Frisk touching him, but it wasn't threatening, so he doesn't immediately move to flick them off.]

Erm. What are you doing?

[gainedlove]

Um...givin' you a hug?

[Frisk frowns and takes a step back, clasping their hands behind their back shyly.]

I shoulda asked first, I'm sorry...

[aminerproblem]

...It's alright.

[He is far less repulsed by Frisk's touch than he expected.]

But that is generally a gesture of comfort. Did I seem distressed?

[gainedlove]

Nnn...no. But it was a bad thing that happened to you.

[Frisk fidgets a little bit, one foot scuffing against the floor.]

An', um. Even if I'm not upset, I get sad about old stuff sometimes.

[aminerproblem]

[Humans were really quite the strangest little creatures to Megatron. It's clear enough that he really doesn't understand Frisk's reasoning.]

[He did mention that he used that cannon for murdering people, right?]

I see. Is this something you humans do often?

[gainedlove]

[He did, but even if Frisk wasn't Frisk it's hard for a young child to fully comprehend the horrors of a war. Megatron has admitted he did bad and horrible things, yes...but to their eyes, he's being nice now. If he's trying to make things better,then he deserves the benefit of the doubt, right?]

Mmm...some people do. Some people don't like hugs an' stuff so much like I do.