[Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be much of a trap. Soundwave is sitting in the back, hunched over, slowly playing an absent tune on his keytar.
Yet, as he plays, the holographic images that are usually cheerful, full of light? Seem to only sprout dark wisps from the floor and walls and ceiling. As if something tries to grow, and gives up halfway before fading away.]
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Yet, as he plays, the holographic images that are usually cheerful, full of light? Seem to only sprout dark wisps from the floor and walls and ceiling. As if something tries to grow, and gives up halfway before fading away.]