He doesnt understand why humans insist on putting boxes full of decaying organic matter inside of him whenever hes in vehicle mode.


He just liked the pretty hearse with the curtains in back.


EDIT: For those of you from D-Con club heres his info:

Name: Repo

Age: 13000

Gender: M

Species: Cybertronian

Birthdate: Idk :<

Birthplace: inside Cybertron

Personality: Repo is a morbid and cowardly bot who would rather roll over and die than fight, however the moment he gains some power he usually uses it against his own superiors to disobey orders that he doesn’t wish to carry out. He is NOT emo, he doesnt like emotional or sentimental people.

Skills: Medic/Mechanic

Likes: Empty space, the black void of space, not
having anything to do

Dislikes: working on sentient beings (he is both a medic and mechanic), being left half-dead with no one around to finish the job, overly sentimental people, hope

History: Living in the shadows of Polyhex for centuries Repo did everything he could to dodge actually participating in the great civil war plaguing his planet. To survive he would sneak into the battlefields once they were empty and scavenge useful parts off of the bodies of his fallen kin, then later sell them back to anyone who would buy them. This gave him the funds to purchase nourishment, but hardly enough to escape the planet. This went on for thousands of years, his skills in mechanics increasing until he was practically a master at the medical and mechanical craft. This skill was finally noticed when he was captured stealing the plating off of a fallen Decepticon who wasn’t quite dead. Forced to work for them he was branded with their symbol and put into service. Years of surviving off of the deaths of others had made him rather nihilistic and morbid, to the point that many of his comrades in arms would avoid being around him, or keep their attention to simple teasing and hazing for being one of the weaker smaller Cons.

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