would you do some headcanons for a poor unfortunate soul that took in bayverse frenzy like a stray dog? like this metal terror is your Boy now.
- It was late one night when you heard loud crashing coming from your kitchen. Thinking a stray cat had leapt through your open window, you head over, quietly hoping it wouldn’t be too feral. Then you hear some very garbled attempts at speech along with metal scraping against the floorboards. Hesitantly, you peek around the corner and catch a glimpse of one of the strangest robots you’ve ever seen. You contemplate calling the police, but between it missing half its limbs and looking more confused than threatening, you decide against it. A very strange, illogical part of your mind took pity on it.
- You coming into the room scares him. He tries to attack but falls flat on his face and instead scuttles into the furthest corner while throwing whatever he can get his hand on at you. A few hours of coaxing (and a black eye from an air born can of peas) later, and he settles down. Whether this is a good or bad thing is up to you because instead of terrorizing you from one corner of your house, he’s harassing you at every turn. Half your clothes are torn, your belongings keep disappearing, and the mailman won’t come within 50 feet of your home.
- Frenzy is like a cat in the sense that he can come bother you whenever he damn well pleases, but if you so much as look at him when he doesn’t want you to he’ll swipe at you. Has no concept of personal space either. He’ll latch onto your shoulders while you’re trying to wash dishes and throw himself on your lap while you’re trying to relax. That’s not so bad though, what is bad is his tendency to give you things you do not, and will never, want. Like the eye of some Autobot he didn’t like, or a shirt you commented on liking that he then ripped off the person who was wearing it.
- Barricade knows you have him but has no plan of ever retrieving him, good luck bitch