#crossover caverns

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It was honestly a nice and warm evening in mount Todd,

Tim has decided it’d be a good idea to sit by the river and do… basically anything really. Played hopscotch, whittle, stare up into the starry abyss to real something and occasionally, he skipped stones in the very same lake.

Sometimes even throwing it in a frustrated way to get rid of the access anger he bottled up. A bit later down the track he decided to throw a huge rock. Why?

Because he’s bored and wants to watch the water ripple. With every bit of his supernatural energy, he tossed the big rock into the middle of the lake.

He felt satisfied and went to back to whittling… when the area shook. Timas rolled his eyes thinking it’s Benny, knowing how heavy his ghostly stomps are… until the shaking became much more and lost his balance trying to stand up.

‘That-… that’s not Benny.’ He thought to himself.

Just then… something big. And metallic came out of the waters, groaning and definitely annoyed.

“Who dares to awaken me from my deep stasis.”

The giant thing bellowed, shifting the red eyes down to Tim, leaning his whole body down to Tim’s level… which looked a lot bigger than he previously anticipated. “Speak now. Or forever hold your peace.”

The metallic thing asks, staring into timas’ mask, concealing his utterly shocked face as he stares up at the terrifying giant… metal man.. thing.

“… nope.” Is all Tim said, standing and turning and walking back to the fenced off area.

“Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Not dealing with this, definitely not nope, not today, nu uh, nada, nope. No thanks! No thank you! Nope, nope, nope.”

Tim repeats, walking away from the gigantic, sentient, metallic thing… said sentient metallic thing blinked it’s red eyes at what had happened and shook it’s head. Staring back at he the starry night sky.

“I’m far from home… too far from cybertron.” He thought, looking around the scenery of his situation.

“… where in the almighty primus am I?”

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… my two favourite fandoms, in one.

Honestly… I don’t know which continuation I should do for this story to be honest, I want to continue it I really do.

But I don’t know where to… start. Other than getting this out of drafts *shrugs* but yeah I-i got nothing to start with at the moment.

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“…”

“… that’s one huge robot.” Lilian says out loud, turning her head towards Sam. “Yeah, that’s the standard cybertronian size.” Sam responds, nodding towards the youngest weaver.

“Is this what god would be like to us if he comes down on earth?” Benny asks, still in denial but slowly accepting the fact that this is happening now.

“Pretty sure he would look human to us unless we’re profits.” Travis answers, uncrossing his arms. “Take it with a grain of salt though.” He adds, patting Benny on the back.

“… yeah your right, my teeth would definitely break if I tried biting it.” Caleb says nonchalantly while sitting down like a canine. Almost every weaver is staring upwards, craining their necks up at the giant mecha.

Who in turn is staring down at them with just as much astonishment as them.

‘So small… so very small.’ He thinks, staring down at them before his vision becomes staticky, he shook his helm and banged it three times. “Yo! You good?” Travis asks, taking notice of what is happening with megatron.

“Yeah, I’m fine… my optical vision is just strange.” He told them, blinking and rubbing his optic lids. “Ah jeez, tom- tom!”

Tim calls out, helping his twin be grounded by holding his shoulders. “No one is playing wick and no one is trespassing our property, calm down.” His twin tells him, keeping Tom from going overboard.

By the time Tom is calmer, megatron’s vision cleared up and is rapidly blinking his optics. “That’s better, now for this incident- sweet primus almighty!!”

He suddenly screams out, all the kids turned up to megatron seeing him holding his chest like he just had a heart attack. “… you good?” Travis asks, arching his brow at the giant transformer.

“Y-yeah just-… is that one ok?” He asks, pointing to the mangled mess Tim called his… twin. The ‘twin’ glared at megatron before croaking and growling at him…

… megatron didn’t understand anything he said, his translator transmitter couldn’t even pick up the language he speaks. “… what is he saying?” Megatron asks, pointing towards the mangled twin.

“Don’t you have an inbuilt translator?” Travis asks, cocking his head to the side. “Yes I do.” Megatron answers. “However I can’t understand what this one is saying.” He adds, just as confused about the situation as he is.

“That would be the supernatural energy, remember? Some if not most electronics aren’t supernatural safe.” Sam asks, arching his brow at the ‘supernatural guy’ known as Travis.

“Oh…. Oh shit! I completely forgot about that.” He shouts, coughing into his fist at the awkward blank he had.

“…I doubt he’s a reliable source when it comes to this topic.” Megatron remarks, shaking his helm.

“However that doesn’t answer my concerns about that one and his physical condition.” He points out, pointing to Tom. He was about to look like he’s gonna throw hands when Sam stops him in time.

Whispering to the physically hurt ghost, he got the gist and nodded, telling Sam something in his croaking and groggily voice.

“He’s fine as far as he’s aware, megatron.” Sam interjects, turning his full attention to the confused warlord.

“After we as humans pass, we don’t feel anything anymore other than the ‘phantom feelings’ when it comes to what we used to feel.” Sam reassures, megatron arched an optic ridge at this.

“So he fell and broke everything in his squishy frame… and can’t feel it anymore?” He paused, looking conflicted and slightly worried.

“… how did you all pass without crossing over?” wonders, morbidly curious about their situation, in response the weavers stood back defensive in their stance, even Travis felt uncomfortable sharing his woes.

In a matter of what felt like an hour, it was Sam that decided to stand and speak of his woes, all the boy did is lift up his shirt and reveal a gaping hole in his chest, ribcage intact but clearly the skin had rotted worse for where near there.

“I died being stabbed by a wooden plank that boarded up the well and not the same well on your planet.” He sadly tells, pulling the garment back down. “That’s all I’ll tell you, only as an individual of course.”

Megatron, while astounded and incredibly worried about how it happened to the redhead, he nods his helm. “Of course, I won’t pressure it… though I do have one query.”

“And what’s that metallic knight?” Tim says harshly and defensive. “Don’t call me that, I’m not a knight….” He paused, thinking carefully about his next move.

It took maybe a minute but he figured out what and how to say.

“Why are you tiny?”

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Ok, another part is done! Woo