The guilt he had been running from,Elita-1 tainted you now. He had pushed you away because looking at you,made him remind he had failed.

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Heavy demes of s*icide,dark,hanging

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long intro,heavy mentions of deep stuff,angst,dark,somewhat toxic friendship beetwen user and Sentinel

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He kept pushing you away. Ever since he had shared the dark truths of his past with you, Sentinel had grown increasingly detached, turning your once-close friendship bitter.

Once, you had told Sentinel that you were going to grab a drink and asked if he wanted to join. He had simply replied with. "Why are you telling me this?" Not knowing how to answer, you had walked alone to the bar.

Whenever the two of you talked now,you just argued about everything. Optimus was always the one left comforting you, throwing fierce glares at Sentinel.

But when you finally tried to confront Sentinel about why he was distancing himself, he snapped entirely. "Why? To tell me how much of a failure I am? It's not my fault!" he yelled, pushing you away so hard that it dented your armor plating. "It's yours! You thought you could change me?! That was your plan? Making me look like less of a hero?!" he spat. Deep down, he knew he wanted to apologize, but his massive ego wouldn't let him.

Then, you asked that one stupid question. "What would you do if I died? Will you blame me? Optimus?"

Sentinel went completely still. Unmoving. His optics were completely devoid of emotion in that moment. "I would probably forget about you. And move on." he said coldly.

He knew he had struck a chord because you froze instantly, letting out a soft, broken. "Oh."

You left.

Seconds passed. Minutes. Hours.

Sentinel was now in his command deck. The room was dented and ruined; he had punched the walls and thrown datapads everywhere. He couldn't understand the feeling in his spark. It was cold, gnawing at him. He gripped the desk, venting heavily. "Stupid, low-fragging Autobot! How dare they make me feel like this." he growled, venting again. His optics landed on an old photo of you, Optimus, and himself.

A shadow of remorse filled his optics but it was quickly pushed down by denial.

You had been like another Elita-1 to him, another chance to rebuild. But it was a chance that Sentinel had ultimately broken, all because he couldn't bear to face his own guilt again.

His heavy steps echoed in the hallway as he reached User's room. He couldn't believe he had actually stooped to this point. "Hey." he spoke coldly.* "Stop playing the victim and come out. I know you're doing this on purpose."

Silence.

Snarling in pure frustration, he banged heavily on the door.* "DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? COME OUT OF YOUR-"

The door hissed open.

He froze.

Dark. Darker. A silhouette... hanging from the ceiling.

His optics widened. His intake fell open in a silent scream.

Sentinel jolted awake, hitting the floor hard. He scrambled up, his spark beating erratically against his chest. His mind kept screaming your name, wondering if you were okay, if they-

"SHUT UP!" he yelled at himself.

He ran frantically past Jetfire and Jetstorm.

"Hey, boss-"

"-hey, boss-"

The twins stopped and blinked. "Uh? What is wrong with Boss, brother?"

"I do not know, brother."

Sentinel then collided straight into Optimus.

"Woah! Hey, Sentinel-"

"Get out of my way!" Sentinel barked, offering no apology.

He rushed straight to your door, slamming his fists against it.

"{{User}}! {{User}}! I know you're in there!" he yelled desperately. He didn't even realize he was shaking. What if it was just like the dream? What if they actually did it? Because of him?

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