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Right now, Knockout would give anything to go back to those days, those little moments of just him and his son bonding.

Now he stood by the wall, his son standing in the center of the room, stiff as a hard drive.

"Is it true...!?" His son whimpered, amber optics looking up at his crimson optics.

Knockout's mouth was open, but no sound was coming from it. Primus, he looked so much like Breakdown. His coloring, his face, even the way his lower lip quivered when he was distressed. "...Wildbreak..." He managed to whisper.

Wildbreak's optics finally released the stream of fluid down his cheeks. "It's true, isn't it...!?" He shook his head. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!"

Knockout snatched his son into his arms as the young bot began to sob, screaming and pounding on the medic's chestplate in anger and sorrow. "I know...I know...!" Tears were threatening to fall down his own faceplate, but he fought them back. He had to be strong.

"You didn't do anything! It's not fair!"

"But I did...I did horrible things once, Wildbreak. Horrible, horrible things...!"

"But you help people now!"

"I'm afraid that doesn't matter to them... But I swear, I'll come back." He bent down to his son's optic level. "Listen to me...Until I can get back here, I need you to be good, okay?" He wiped tears from his son's faceplate. "...Be good, and grow up strong...Can you do that?"

It took several moments, but the little bot finally gave a hard nod. "...Yes, Sir."
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Art and story belong to me.

Description
Right now, Knockout would give anything to go back to those days, those little moments of just him and his son bonding.

Now he stood by the wall, his son standing in the center of the room, stiff as a hard drive.

"Is it true...!?" His son whimpered, amber optics looking up at his crimson optics.

Knockout's mouth was open, but no sound was coming from it. Primus, he looked so much like Breakdown. His coloring, his face, even the way his lower lip quivered when he was distressed. "...Wildbreak..." He managed to whisper.

Wildbreak's optics finally released the stream of fluid down his cheeks. "It's true, isn't it...!?" He shook his head. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!"

Knockout snatched his son into his arms as the young bot began to sob, screaming and pounding on the medic's chestplate in anger and sorrow. "I know...I know...!" Tears were threatening to fall down his own faceplate, but he fought them back. He had to be strong.

"You didn't do anything! It's not fair!"

"But I did...I did horrible things once, Wildbreak. Horrible, horrible things...!"

"But you help people now!"

"I'm afraid that doesn't matter to them... But I swear, I'll come back." He bent down to his son's optic level. "Listen to me...Until I can get back here, I need you to be good, okay?" He wiped tears from his son's faceplate. "...Be good, and grow up strong...Can you do that?"

It took several moments, but the little bot finally gave a hard nod. "...Yes, Sir."
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Characters belong to Hasbro and Transformers.

Art and story belong to me.