Sklog hesitantly followed Prism through the dark sub level of mutilated bots. He wasn't much afraid at first, after all he'd seen plenty of dead in his line of work and one dead bot is the same as the next, but what really scared him was the beast before him. A mixture of emotions flooded Sklog as he saw the bug-bot laying in a heap of scrap on the floor. Back when Sklog was only a young Sparkling he remembered the larger cons talking about monster such as these, wether this was in the same line as the ones spoken about so long ago was yet to be known. Sklog stared at the corpse with both fear and anger. This thing was the reason, the inspiration, for Sklog and his brethren with Sklog being the equivalent of a cheap knockoff compared to this beast. 

"Sklog want to leave." Sklog said quietly as he nudged the body of the con with his foot, giving him some slight comfort in knowing that he was alive when it was not.