I have decided to reveal my background story, it started quite a while ago, back here on Earth. I was young, atleast below 10 that is, in Cybertronian years. I had my own secret friend or, mentor. His name was Duros. He was an old, falling apart, retired Decepticon. He tought me how to fight, when to hide, and environments meant for easy kills, for an example a foggy area. Heheh. Soon though, I began to forget about being an Autobot that of like my parents were. What caused this decision, was Duros. He manipulated me into becoming very violent, he tricked me as a youngster that my parents would soon betray me for knowing I was hanging around an old Decepticon, as a child I easily believed it. Soon in my teenage years, I finally got the courage to slay my own parents. After I did so, Duros's crumbling self soon appeared after this murder incident, he than called me a "Idiotic disgrace as a child." After I heard that, I quickly ripped a chunk or cords out of Duro's neck. Before he died, he let out an odd deep laugh, one that I will never forget. After that, I had my optics changed to red, and I made it to where I had built in cannons made on my back. I have been a Decepticon due to all the guilt I have felt over the years of killing my own parents. Not saying more so, THE END.