(Yes I'm alive, don't be surprised...also this story won't make much sense)

It was a normal day in Cybertron. Hardly any chaos and everyone was at peace. Minors at work and Constructicons busy building new buildings for more homes or businesses to expand. LongHaul, a crane Constructicon, was at work, lifting pipes from one place to another. And there seemed to be a glitch in his claw. "Would you stop twitching?!" He growled at it. A small screen appeared on the claw. Text started to appear within the screen [I can't! Being locked in this alt mode isn't the most comfortable thing ya know!]

LongHaul sighed and detached the claw from him. The claw transformed and a bot landed on the ground with a thud. "Ow.." the bot whined. "Grapple have you taken your pills at all?" LongHaul asked as he helped the bot up. Grapple sighed and dusted himself off. "I don't like the taste" BoneCrusher, the oldest, came over and handed Grapple a small bottle. "Well take them, or we have to do this build without you" he growled and went back to work. Grapple didn't take that as a threat, more as relief, he never enjoyed building. LongHaul got his normal claw and walked off to help his brothers at work. "Just take a break to take those pills and head home" he said as he transformed. "We'll finish here"

Grapple sighed and walked off knowing he had let his brothers down again. It hasn't been the first time his twitching was a problem. Many buildings had to be built without him, but if they had to carry anything heavy they needed Grapple.

Grapple was a thinner bot than his brothers. He never liked his alt mode so he had fake windows on him that, from a distance, could fool anyone. He had no wheels, no wings or even weapons. He was just a claw.

He sat at a bench in a small park and took the pills. He gagged at the taste but he knew the pill was necessary. He could never stop shaking unless he took his pills. Taking a look around he pulled out a datapad and began drawing. When ever he got a break he always told his brothers that he went for a drink, but that was a lie as he usually spent his time drawing, or sculpting.

And this was just the start of his day.