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@skaelds

Amp and Lou in miitopia

(I saw Swindle and Lockdown's design and instantly wanted to write something I am so sorry Pastel) Optimus sighed as he stepped out of the club, basking a little in the crisp night air. It felt nice compared to the hot, stuffy atmosphere inside the club, somehow always reeking of alcohol no matter where he went, even in the places drinks weren’t allowed. He wiped a little sweat off his forehead, happy to be out of that very tight outfit he’d worn for his performance 

He had left through a side door, having had a pretty early shift he got off much earlier then normal and since the pathway to the main door was blocked by a sea of bots he chosen to not risk it.

He walked down the dark alley that the door had lead out to, wanting to get home and just sleep as soon as possible, usually Megatron would arrange some way to get home, however Megatron was busy with something and Optimus, not wanting to bother the bot, decided he’d take the bus.

He kept walking, the alleyway a lot longer then he thought. He only stopped when he heard something behind him, loud and clear

Meow

He furrowed his brows, looking down and seeing a little cat, the feline rubbed against his legs, low rumbling purrs vibrating off the cat.

Optimus leaned down a little, starting to pet the cat “What are you doing out here?” He asked curiously, the kitty only giving a loud meow in reply, flicking its long tail. 

He smiled, just continuing to stroke, his tiredness temporarily forgotten as he shared a quiet little moment with the animal, it’s back arching as he scratched the base of it’s tail, it’s hindquarters sticking in the air as it purred loudly.

The moment was ruined as the cat’s ears suddenly pricked up as it stared into the darkness, its muscles tensed before it let out a loud hiss, bounding away before Optimus could even speak.

“So there he is..” The voice was slurred, clearly under the influence. Optimus watched a few very drunk bot stumble out of the dark.

“W-What do you mean?” Optimus chuckled nervously, struggling to hide the slight shake in his voice, feet nearly tripping over each other as he backed up, trying to get away from the little group as they approached.

“You’re the...pretty lil dancer that was on stage earlier” One of bot’s weird half smirk grew “The one with the red lips and the nice voice” Another chirped. All of them kept shambling towards him as they spoke, struggling to keep upright in their drunken haze.

Optimus felt a heavy pit of panic begin to rise in his throat, he knew he would’ve probably been able to take on 1 or 2 of the bots, his time in the Police force having taught him some self defense. However the 4 or 5 in front of him right now was a little much, even with alcohol in their system if they really wanted to they could probably overpower him.

His eyes darted around, trying to find somewhere to flee but found himself unsuccessful, all his possible escape routes blocked by one of his harassers.

He flinched as his back hit a wall, cursing at himself for managing to get himself cornered.

“Oh don’t be like that” One of the drunk bots muttered, the others chuckling “Come on, help us out here” Another snapped

Optimus took a swing at the one standing in front of him, hearing a loud crunch as he hit them square in the nose, making them fall over onto their back, a bit of energon dripping from where he hit.

He didn’t have any time to really celebrate as two of his other attackers, clearly angry at his defiance tried to grab him, digging their nails into his arms as they tried to restrain the now writhing Optimus

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you” The new voice caused them all to freeze, turning to look at the bot who owned it, confusion obvious on their faces.

He was a bit on the short side, wearing a golden yellow suit. The bot’s purple eyes held a glint of cockiness, it was shared in his smirk as he shoved past the tipsy bots.

The newcomer reached Optimus and the two bots holding his arms. He easily shoved them aside just as he had done with all the others “Now anyone care to explain what’s going on here?” He asked, looping his arm around Optimus’s shoulders, making the bot flinch a little

The bot that Optimus had punched got up, glaring daggers at the purple eyed mech “Who the hell are you?” They snarled, ignoring his question

“You answer my question first and then i’ll tell you” He simply said, smirk growing wider

The other bot paused a moment before speaking “Well...this...bot was teasing us, leading us on!” They snapped, making poor Optimus flinch “and then he freaked out to take him up on his offer!”

“Oh we both know that’s bullshit” The bot in the yellow suit scoffed “You can’t lie to save your life you know”

The two started arguing, exchanging venomous glares and bitter words. Optimus meanwhile had a realization, he’d seen this bot before, a few hours prior actually while he was doing his show, he was sitting in a corner booth, playing cards with some other bot, however the popped up collar and wide brimmed hat they’d worn made it impossible for Optimus to see who they were from the quick glanced he’d shot them.

He was snapped back to reality as the drunk bot took a swing at him, he was quickly pulled out of the way of the hit by the yellow suited bot, his attacker’s fist slamming into the wall painfully 

“Alright everyone calm down unless you wanna deal with Lockdown” The cocky glint in the bot’s purple eyes grew as he pointed to something behind the riled up bot.

Optimus’s eyes widened as he saw what he was pointing out. A large bot, supposedly Lockdown, was currently standing behind one of the drunk bot’s friends, the large hook he had for a hand wrapped around their neck, choking them.

All the anger in Optimus’s attackers vanished, replaced with terror as one of their own dropped to the floor, passed out at hands..or more like hook of Lockdown.

“So is this little argument over or does anyone want to go a round with him?” None of them moved for a moment, however when the first fled it didn’t take long for the others to follow suit, dragging their passed out compatriot along as they retreated

“....” Optimus merely stood there, a mix of confusion and shock crossing his face before he looked at the yellow suited bot “H-How did you...w-who even...” He struggled to form words, his brain a jumbled mess as it tried to process everything that had just happened

“My name’s Swindle, the big guy is Lockdown” Swindle smirked “Your Orion right?”

Optimus’s confusion only grew “How did you know I was....” He felt very light headed, brows furrowing as he tried to steady himself, struggling to keep a coherent thought

Swindle chuckled “We work for Megatron, he mentioned you” He paused for a moment “They also said your name before you got on stage- OH SHIT” Was last thing Optimus heard before his legs gave out as he passed out, weary mind not able to handle the stress

When he awoke he was somewhere different. He opened his eyes a little, confused when he saw Megatron. it took a moment for his bleary mind to register the bot was probably carrying him. He let out a breathy chuckle before snuggling his face into the bot's chest and falling asleep.