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I'm normally not big on babies, however, i can't help but melt at the thought of these tough, war torn bots cooing and playing with the little uns.
Optimus is usually a busy mech, always at the ready should someone need him. Though it's tough for this soft giant to peel himself away from the cooing baby in their playpen; call it whatever you want but it makes his coding purr happily whenever the baby squeals joyfully when he comes into sight.
"Have you been good for your parent?"
Cue baby babbles.
"So I heard."
He's always got that baby to sleep easily. Nobody knows how he does it, but the parent appreciate it all the same.
Ratchet no matter how many times he tried to deny it. His day and others in the medbay brightens up when the liaison swings by with their bundle of joy. It took so much to keep himself from cooing when the liaison points at him "Who's that, huh? Is thhaaatt Ratchet? Wanna say hi hi?"
His spark clenches when the baby cries after getting their updated shots. He may be a grouchy grump, but he never liked hearing little uns cry so he may or may not have played peek a boo which made that smile come back quickly.
No, First Aid, he does not have a clue what you are talking about. If he finds out this gets out, he will skewer your lines.
Drift and Rodimus always seem to find their way to get some playtime in with the youngest crew member. Drift definitely felt himself ascend to some place cause the little gummy smile with the two teeth peeking out up at him had him dying and crying.
"They're so cute," he sobbed, "how do you do it?"
"Oh trust me, It takes a lot to keep myself from kissing their cheeks aggressively at bay."
Rodimus making funny faces or tickling them always makes his day. He definitely ranked them to the "most official cutest baby around".
No, Rodimus, you cannot throw them in the air.
Bumblebee is always so good with kids, but imagine his surprise when they start picking themselves up. He had to drop everything, lower to his knees and watched in awe as they started slowly and stumble their way over to him on their feet.
Frag it! He should have a camera! This is important! He cheers when they collapse in his servos, door wings fluttering while quickly comm'ing their parent.
Jazz is another mech who got a soothing presence. He always entertain the baby babbles, humming them to sleep, etc. He's the most relax and easy going that you could call them buddies since the baby is always wanting JUST him if Optimus is not there at the base.
He always laugh when they squeal happily at the sight of him. Taking them into his arms and going on a "lil ride" around the base.
Ironhide. Ohhhh, he was a sucker immediately. He can hide it under all that grouch like Ratchet, but the little tiny hands on his while holding their bottle made him vent. His optics are staring fondly as sleepy, dropping eyes stared back.
Don't tell him about the fact when you press your thumb against their foot their toes curl. Almost to mimic as if they're curling their hands around your finger.
Human! darling having to deal with yandere Lost Light crew shenanigans.
"So, I downloaded Sims onto my heavily monitored computer and now whenever one of them pisses me off I torture them in game. Look Rodimus is having an affair on Ultra Magnus with Megatron."
"Rung is drowning in a pool with no ladder."
"Whirl is a single mother with two babies s(he) keeps neglecting. The grim reaper is knocking at her door."
"Drift is a starving vampire who just got shanked by someone he was trying to feed from."
"Red Alert is a werewolf... for some reason."
"Cyclonus isâdoing very well, surprisingly. Let's take all his money away and make him owe a debt to the mob aka the DJD."
"Tailgate is on fire. I can put him out. I will not."
"Thatâ," points on the screen where multiple LL Sims are fighting to the death, "doesn't need to be explained."
"I am so well adjusted. I do not need help whatsoever and these bots aren't driving me fucking insane."
Hello I just wanted to save that I am in LOVE with your Transformers LL x Reader and I was wondering if you can do a part 2? You don't have too but I just wanted to ask :)
I would say that that was one of my favs to read lol
If you want brainstorming ideas, maybe continuation of the reader trying to dodge every single obstacles (Aka the cybertronians), like bc they're small they can hide. Kinda like a twisted game of hide n seek but the like, frfrs
[A/N] Ehehhehe thanksieeees and sorry for the late reply, cause goddamn I got so many things, dooooo!!! Also, I had a (last month) con to attend. I will post my cosplays soon and the pins I gave out.
Yandere Lost Light x Earth Liaison GN Reader
First part heeeereee!!!
The Lost Light was under lockdown, heavy metal footsteps and loud commands muffled and reverbed from the vents you've been hiding in. After the sudden revalation that they all planned to never let you home, you panicked and ran to the nearest vent. It was a matter of time before one of the smaller mechs, or even Skids catches up to you. Time is ticking and every second counts, the longer you are in this ship the harder it is for you to go back home. The home you belong and cherish.
You wished it was a nightmare, a bad dream from drinking a little to much in the rationed alcohol at Swerve's. But the burning sensation of your aching knees and heeving lungs says otherwise.
Your fingers tremble in anxiety as you pull out a hastily and crudely made map, the map you drew doing your free time. You have felt a little blessed by lady luck, maybe those little adventures and scavaging in the vents payed off.
"Shit, okay okay okay. Calm down (Y/N), you got this, we will definitely go home." You gave yourself a peep talk, encouraging yourself that you will prevail and see this through. You looked around, tracing the semi familiar metal walls, trying find even a small distinguishable mark. A difference in the never ending hall of madness, and lady luck has blessed you once more.
The number and a letter was carved by the past you, in a fit of boredom nonetheless. You looked at the map to find the numerical letters and traced to it the potential exits. You looked at your options.
One, you can go to the lab far east, you recognize that it was Perceptor, Nautica, and Brainstorm's area. But you know by the time you get there, they may have set a trap expecting you to be there. You knew that there was a special sleeping gas in the making, that if you even get the chance to grab it while scoring a mask, you can deploy it in the vent fans and let each bots drop dead slumbering to the floor.
Two, you can exit the main lobby in the middle, hotspot. You would be even lucky to land on your in ship motorcycle and drive to the nearest drop pod. But it was too risky, many bots are there, big, small, fast and dangerous. You don't even remember if you parked your motorbike there or if they took it to prevent you from escaping any further.
Three, you can rush down to the control room and put as much chaos as possible with the controls, lock bots out to give you more time to get to the emergency ship.
Or four go the basement where they hold the criminals, letting them all out and cause chaos. You don't wanna let Overlord, Tarn, Getaway and the rest of the criminals and traitors out. You knew that they are oddly touchy and whisper temptations to you, but who knows what'll happen, or if they'll even bother to help you. They'll probably make it worst, and you'd rather not deal with that.
And before you can make you final decisions, you hear heavy footsteps coming closer.
"(Y/N), please luv, we can talk'bout this. We don't want tuh hurt ya, can ya please come out?" Skids calls out gently, trying to lure you closer to him.
Then you hear more footsteps coming from all directions.
"Come'ere squishy-squishy, you don't wanna do this the hard way eeeh? Come to mama." Whirl snickers, you can hear a click of the gun from his direction.
"Whirl! You're gonna make them even more scared!" Tailgate smacks Whirl's leg. "(Y/N), please can you come to us? Cyclonus and I are worried about you."
"(Y/N) dear, Are you lost? Can you follow my voice?" Rung's gentle tone echoes through the vents. "Come now dear, we can process this together. I know you're scared and frightened, but please let me help you."
"(Y/N)! Come on now! You're seriously going to be all skittish after all we've been through?!" Brainstorm exclaims. "Honestly (Y/N) you are quite the daredevil willing to be an experiment even in near death, yet you become soooo scared to be here with us permanently? Ugh you wound me deeply."
Ultra Magnus's voice booms through the walls. "Earth Liaison (Y/N), this is highly unprofessional and dangerous for you to be in the vents, please remain calm and listen to my voice as an exit." Then you hear his heavy armor clang against the floor. "If not, I shall take you in, I removed myself from the armor as it is too large to enter. Please do not be frighten by my alt mode."
"(Y/N), stay there, I've got your ping, everyone their coordinates is updated!" Rodimus voice comes closer. You knew you were fucked and better start running.
Being the one human on a Cybertronian ship, having to eat only rations and synthesized âfoodâ slurries that taste absolutely horrendous.
Your friends completely forgetting youâre a predator species, UNTIL⌠you say
âMan I would really kill for some meat right nowâ
And they are suddenly grateful they arenât organic, some of them completely convinced humans HAVE to eat meat or theyâll go feral. Mfers scared for they life (even though they ainât organic đđ) having to tell these GROWN ASS mechs they arenât in danger
RESULT: now you donât have to eat those nasty rations anymore! ^_^
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thinking about being the lost light's one and only human friend, and rewind wanting to make small documentaries/videos about you and your day to day life on an all-cybertronian ship.
you watch as rewind sits down in front of the table you're perched on, swinging your legs over the edge idly as he adjusts to get comfortable. the red light on the side of his head blinks in steady pulses, indicating its current status as 'recording'. it rarely isn't, you've noticed.
"ok [name], how's your day been so far?"
you briefly startle at the sudden question, despite the fact this isn't the first time you've both done this. he makes sure that's always the first question he asks, just to ensure his favorite human (the only human he's ever known) is comfortable and emotionally stable enough to have a day-by-day run down with him. the last thing he wanted was to add any more mental strain to your cute little human brain.
shaking out of your brief surprise, you grin widely at him, "it's been great! i haven't had any reports to do today, so i've been keeping myself... occupied."
rewind watches as your sweet smile shifts to a slightly more devious smirk. with no small amount of amusement in his voice, he asks back, "and what would that be?"
"well, if you must know, dear rewind," you begin, "i've been walking around with my pockets full of fridge magnets all day. thought i'd see just how many i could stick to everybody before magnus inevitably catches and reprimands me."
rewind briefly spits out a snicker before catching himself. however, you can still hear the restrained laughter in his voice as he asks, "and how has that been going for you?"
you fall into a small fit of giggles, bracing your hands on the table beneath you in order to hold yourself upright. in-between your laughter you begin to explain your adventure of the day to the minibot, who's visor now glows a bit brighter at the sight of your joy.
"rodimus was first," you say after a swift inhale of breath. "he decided he wanted to carry me around on his shoulder strut this morning while telling me about the next planet he's hoping for us to stop at. said they had a big race happening down there and he wants to participate and 'show everyone up'." you bend one of your legs up to settle your foot on the table, resting your head on your knee as you continue, "i managed to stick exactly twenty-two to the back of his head while i was up there, and i don't think he's realized thats why people have been snickering behind his back today."
you look up just in time to catch rewind pressing the tips of his digits to the front of his mask, his shoulders shifting up and down in a show of restraining his laughter.
loving the sight of making one of your big bot friends laugh, you don't give him a chance to recover before you begin again, "i managed to get eight on the back of ultra magnus' right leg while he was in a rare state of stillness, i know he's gonna know it was me when he finds them. only one person can get them that far down without being caught!"
now you're beginning to join his laughter again, both of you shaking with the force of it as you try to continue your story. "i managed to sneak into swerve's through the vent behind the bartop and snuck three onto swerve's aft!! how he didn't notice is baffling to me, he seems to have a sixth sense that let's him know whenever i'm within a two mile radius of him, it's very funny. i'm looking forward to him finding them the most."
now rewind is hunching over with his laughter, attempting to hold his head straight at you to continue recording the best he can. the sight of his joy at your hands makes your chest warm, something about making your friends laugh this hard settling a happiness so intense inside of your heart it feels like it may burst. you're sure when he goes back to review this footage he'll see the unfiltered admiration pouring from your eyes as you stare at him. perhaps he'll show chromedome, and they can gush over how cute they find you as usual.
every recording session you have with rewind solidifies the thought in your mind that this is the best idea you two have ever had.
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you lied. this was the worst idea you two have ever had.
as you watched the newest episode of 'Life of a Liason', you realized rewind had a lot more footage of you than you originally thought. a horrifying realization - truly - as you watched a ten minute section of footage of you tripping over random objects and/or absolutely nothing at all. when did he even catch any of this? and this video goes out to the whole ship like it does every other week, everyone is going to see this!!
and with that knowledge you come flying out of your habsuite at speeds that blurr himself would be jealous of, screaming down the hallway;
Interrupting the story, Drift raises his servo, âErm, excuse me, but can I go now? Sorry, itâs just that Rodimus is threatening to revoke the reintegration act and have me arrested unless I meet him at the oil reservoir. I mean itâs alright heâs jokingâŚAt least I think heâs joking.â
As Drift stands he turns to Ratchet who nods before he can even say anything. With whatever confirmation he was looking for, Drift continues to walk to the door before giving you a look that you canât quite discern.
âI didnât even know we had an oil reservoir.â
You have a feeling that itâs important that you finish reading the datapad while you can. You scroll through a couple more files and stop at Logs #72. Itâs a short document.
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Cycle 350
Subject seven wakes, too soon to draw data.
Cycle 352
As stated in logs for the subjects of the artifact, subject seven shows much activity within processor scans, but outwardly they show very little motivation. The current conclusion is that there was too much connection to each part of the hostâs processor. Not separated enough from memories to reach our goal. Additional consideration on why the subject had only taken parts the frame provided.
Cycle 354
Subject seven continues to accept a miniscule amount of energon. Its optics show defiance and a level of smarts that match the internal scans. Retched little thing. Will need more data to discern the reasons for differences in frame compared to the one given.
Cycle 356
I will be moving all future information concerning subject seven to this personal log. Havoc has begun to doubt me as revelations about subject sevenâs frame choice come to light.
Cycle 360
Analysis on subjects 1-6 was difficult, yet thankfully subject seven has preserved them nicely. Confirmation that the frame type changed from what was provided due to age of the species and parts of the processor not being properly separated. The organics here are numerous yet live miniscule lives compared to Cybertronians, it hardly mattered which one we grabbed as any of them would have resulted as a sparkling. The only way to combat this would be to make the subject forget its life in its entirety before transfer. Will update later on how to do that.
Cycle 362
Scans on subject sevenâs spark chamber show that although it has been some time, decomposition-
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The room erupts in red blaring alarms and it rips you from your readings. As everyone starts to get up from the table in response to the alert you turn off the datapad and bring it to your chassis.
Once Ratchet stands he makes his way to you and begins to tug on Aquaheapâs datapad. âBattle stations everyone! Skids- can you take Rung back to the medbay?â
âSure, I just wanna try something first.â
Turning back to you, Ratchet waves a hand to Chromedome to have him come over. âDrift said that this datapad might be the one the two of you were looking for. Apparently the sparkling found it in Rungâs office with Rodimus.â
Uh oh.
Chromedome takes a moment to look at the datapad still in your servos, before turning for the doors. âIt very well could be. Do me a favour and hold onto it for now, it has a password so no one should be able to get into it, but keep an optic on it just to be sure.â
Ratchet looks confused, âHow could it have a password, the sparkling was drawing on it?â
Chromedome practically spins on his heels to you and thereâs a familiar overwhelming uneasiness growing. Youâve been caught. And you havenât even deleted that much information! As Chromedome begins to tug on the datapad you wail and hold it closer to you. Does it make you look more suspicious? Maybe. But itâs all you can think to do currently.
Hopefully they donât know the password.
Thereâs slight movement coming from where Rung and Skids are as you see Rungâs servo twitch while Skids lights up. âLetâs keep Rung and the Bitlet together, he seems to be reacting to them.â
Chromedome finally yanks Aquaheaps datapad from your grip and by the time you swivel your helm to glare at him he places another datapad in your grip. One of his own? âPlease donât mess up anything on this datapad too much, okay Bitty?â
Itâs strange how much emotion can come across someone with a visor and face mask. Itâs also strange how soft metal can look all of a sudden.
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Closing the doors to the common room, Drift walks over to where Chromedome is sitting. âSorry it took so long to meet up again.â
âDonât be, things kinda went to slag after you interrogated Havoc. It happens.â
Venting as he sits down, the cracked datapad Chromedome holds doesnât escape his view. â...Well. He didnât tell me anything about Overlord. I think he genuinely didnât know. He really truly thought that I was there to interrogate him about the sparkling. Still didnât get much from him. Would only talk about his own involvement, nothing about the Bitlet other than what we already know.â
âHe didnât know much. The datapad that the sparkling found in Rungâs office was the one we were looking for. It confirms his role in this.â
âThe password work?â
âYes, although I came into a second problem after unlocking it.â
âWhich is?â
Handing the datapad over to Drift, Chromedome watches as he inputs the password. âThere were two separate times where massive amounts of data got deleted. The latter, more recent one was easy to retrieve. Despite all the security to get into it, they didnât do a very good job of erasing any of the files. They essentially just put them into the trash but didnât take the trash out.â
âAnd the former ones?â
â...Iâm still working those ones out.â
âWhat about the ones you could get? What do they say?â
â...Nothing nice.â
Drift opens the datapad and the slight blue that illuminates his face wavers as he reads through the retrieved documents.
âFrom what I can tell, Iâm pretty sure the sparkling is subject seven and the artifact of creation we were looking for is a segment, or a broken part of Solus Primeâs Creation Lathe.â
As he continues scrolling, the slight blue hue changes to something red, before changing back to blue when he scrolls further down.â...So they were human once?â
âSeems that way. I believe this nutjob scientist wanted a new way to make soldiers from scrap once he found that artifact. Unfortunately, it wasnât in great condition so to help it along he gave it a base to work off of.â
âAnd they- do they remember this? The bitlet? Why are they a bitlet if they wanted soldiers?â
âThat one was still being worked out. Nutjob didnât know either. But his guess was that the artifact was reading physical ages compared to cybertronian lives.â
âSo they areâ they were still a sparkling before they got⌠transferred?â
âI think age greatly differs between our species. Iâm not sure.. However I still think that they mustâve been young for the artifact to recognize them as a sparkling⌠Right?â
âDo they know what even happened to them? I mean- they mustâve woken up one day after practically being tortured only to find themselves in the body of a completely different species? Tha- that planet is secluded! They mustâve been horrified. Might still be horrified! I-â
âI know. Itâs a lot and itâs horrible.â
Thereâs silence in the room as Drift continues to flip through documents and scroll, his face falling anytime red flashes by for a moment. He scrolls from those quite quickly. Chromedome raps his digits against the table before quietly speaking, â..youâre close with ⌠Ratchet.. yes?
âUhm. A bit. Yes.â
âCan you get them to check out the sparklingâs spark chamber? I think they mightâve put something in there. Read Logs #72 and the last entry in the Earth found artifact over again if you haven't already, theyâre concerning.â
Drift puts the datapad down and drags his servo across his faceplates. âHow do I even start that conversation?â
âI donât know. Read through the datapad yourself to get some inspiration on what you can say.â
âDo I tell Ratchet about the datapad? How many do we tell about this?â
âFor now⌠I say we talk to Rodimus and Ultra Magnus but keep it quiet. Maybe Ratchet? He should know in case anything goes wrong. I donât know how much of the situation the sparkling has actually apprehended, and it would feel⌠cruel to just⌠tell everyone.â
Drift opens his subspace to put the datapad in before rising from the table. âWe went looking for the leak about Overlord and found makeshift empurata amalgamation scrap instead.â
â... I donât know, there might still be something here. The sparkling drew many pictures of Overlord despite no mentions of Overlord in any of the recovered files. Iâm pretty sure they even drew Tailgate before they even met him.â
âYou think they know something?â
âWell. I mean. Is it that crazy? They got their consciousness transferred into another species, and despite that all I read in their behaviour is that they were picky with their energon? They didnât fight back at all?â
Drift squints at Chromedome, about to argue when Chromedome interrupts him, âAlso! When we first met them, they came out pretty quickly! I donât know about you but even if I was just a sparkling, if more of the species that tortured me and turned me into one of their own came around, I wouldnât have let myself be cradled in their arms!â
âWhat are you saying? That theyâre damaged?â
âIâm saying that the information still got to the bitlet somehow! Maybe that artifact gave them a little⌠something? In hindsight, theyâre far too comfortable around us and have been giving us⌠helpful information!â
âDrawings. And are you saying the artifact gave them the ability to read the future?â
â... Maybe not that. But like. Maybe some good intuition? Or something?â
âI think youâre making large leaps from little information.â
â..yeah youâre probably right.â
As Drift turns back around towards the door Chromedome interrupts one last time, âBut still how did they know abou-â
Drift doesnât allow him to finish, âIâm picking up the sparkling now.â
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Itâs been a couple days since Aquaheapâs datapad was stolen from you. Youâre unsure what to make of the situation since theyâve likely broken into it by now. Thereâs some anxiety around the situation but you deleted a fair amount of information that included you. That should be enough to throw them off the trail. Right? Itâs also been a couple days since the fight at Temptoria and even though there was much chaos, everything went according to the comics without a hitch. Which should be a good thing, since otherwise someone probably would have died.
However you canât stop the feeling of dread hearing the rumors and stories about what occurred that day since it truly means nothing has changed yet.
Will the doors get put in?
Did they find out what you are? Do you know?
You havenât gained any credibility as being smart and you canât even talk, so no one has listened to you at all yet.
Nothing you have done has helped you.
Nothing has changed and youâre getting closer and closer to the day cycle where Overlord escapes and kills R-
âYou doinâ okay bitty?â First Aid tilts your helm from where you sit on his lap to look up at him. âIs the movie too much?â
Right. Movie night. Technically, on the cycle and the one after that it was Drift and the Medics turn to take care of you. With both parties terribly busy, it was decided that when the rotation started again the two of them would get half a cycle each before it went back to Rodimus. Since everything had calmed down a touch, Swerve opted for a movie night, which many mechs came to.
You think you saw Fort Max hovering at the door for a moment, but it was hard to tell. Youâve seen Fort Max a handful of times since the incident, and itâs almost hard to remember him as the lunatic who held three hostages at a gunpoint. He looks so pitiful. Tailgate had tried to drag Cyclonus in when he passed by. Which was a fruitless endeavour, as Cyclonus ran almost immediately.
Hound rolls up beside First Aid and speaks very hushed as to not disturb the movie, âIf the movieâs too much I can bring âem to Drift for you.â
Handing you over to Hound, First Aid returns the hushed tones, âIf youâre okay with it, but I donât know if itâs the movie. It might also be growing pains. Their field just felt off for a moment.â
Growing pains?
Hound holds you close and gently tosses you a couple inches in the air, âNow that you say it, I do think theyâve gotten a tad heavier.â
First Aid nods, âThey have! Only by a small amount but itâs still a really good sign. Remember when they got sick?â
âVaugely.â
âWell, they were running a little hot for a couple of cycles but now theyâre at normal temperatures!â
Huh. You hadnât even noticed that. In fact, when was the last time you noticed the cold?
âWe think that getting sick actually gave a big boost for their systems to start growing.â
âAwe, so weâre not going to have an itty bitty for much longer?â
âThey might even start talking soon.â
At the last comment, Hound whips his helm to First Aid who just laughs at him. âBut theyâre so small!â
âThey wonât be small for very long Hound!â
Hound begins to look you over with a pout over his features, but you hardly see this as a bad thing. Being bigger and being able to talk? Sounds like a win-win. Only consideration would be to ensure that you act less your age and more with your frame.
Light floods into the room as the doors open which causes a couple mechs to groan at the intrusion. Drift walks in and quietly apologises while looking around for you. First Aid waves him down at the same time that Hound gets up. The two of them meet in the middle and youâre handed over to Drift who instantly starts to lightly tap your shoulder.
âWhereâs the stroller?â
âUhm.. Itâs tucked by the door I think. Right.. Uhm. Oh! Right there see?â Hound points to the floor beside the door which has your bassinet and the stroller attachment folded up neatly underneath it. You have no idea how that eyesore managed to elude Drift. Itâs dark but itâs still neon!
Drift made quick work at reassembling the stroller and the two of you had left the movie room almost immediately after. A walk with Drift is normally quiet, with the occasional quip or hum in your direction. Honestly, from what you can tell he simply enjoys holding you close. However today he seems to be swinging from especially chatty to complete silence.
How odd. And slightly awkward.
Driftâs habsuite is a tad plain, but thatâs not unexpected. He unhooks the bassinet and places you on the floor while he rummages for something on his desk. Itâs unusual behaviour, but thereâs nothing much you can do except wait and see where this goes. After another moment Drift stills, slumps, and opens his subspace to reveal a datapad.
A datapad with a crack across the screen.
Aquaheapâs datapad.
An overwhelming emotion that you can numbly associate with dread practically drowns you as Drift sits down across from you. He rubs the corner of the datapad and moves his jaw a few times, but ultimately stays quiet. You shouldâve never gone for the datapad. You shouldâve just let it sit in its original hiding spot and hope for another opportunity. You should have deleted everything while you had the chance instead of wasting your time reading worthless diary entries from a mad scientist.
Slowly Drift begins to talk, âYou, on some level, know what this is. Donât you?â You canât even bring yourself to look at him. Everyone is going to know now. What's going to happen to you?
You can hear him inch a small bit closer to you across the floor. âNot too long before we found you, someone else did. And they did terrible things to you. Didnât they?â How many others know? Does Rodimus know? Do they know how old you are? Would they consider you grown up? Will they take you out of this body too?
âIâm so sorry.â
It takes another moment of silence for Drift to inch a bit closer again. âIâm so sorry that this ever happened to you. I donât know if you remember being.. Human, or what you went through, or if you can even understand what Iâm saying, but please know Iâm so sorry.â He wouldnât lead you into a false sense of security, right? After all, he doesn't sound angry. If anything he sounds⌠Shakey? There's a better word.
He takes a deep vent in and you can lightly hear metal dragging on metal. âIf ⌠if you want we could try to find some things that could remind you of home? Maybe...soft things?â He sounds sad.
You take a chance and finally rise from your bassinet to see Drift sitting crisscrossed on the ground with his helm in his servos, â...Soft animals? I.. I think you would like those. From what Iâve seen theyâre quite cute.â
The shuffling in your bassinet alerts Drift to look up at you, only to quickly look up the ceiling after making eye contact. âUhm. I- well. I probably canât get you any treats that remind you of home. But.. But if you like sweet things I know a couple desserts you could try.â For a moment he lets a dry quick chuckle out, âWould have to get an okay from the medics first thoughâ
You lean forward in your Bassinet to hop out of it and the noise of you falling alerts Drift to rush to grab you. Once he does, you practically fall limp in his hold.
You want to be held.
As youâre kept close to his chassis, Drift silently rocks back and forth while occasionally tapping your shoulder. In patterns of two, you note. The room is otherwise quiet, except for your hiccups.
Boo! Hope you enjoy the much delayed truth being unveiled! There is more to come! Just a heads up, I will be starting to prep for exams and thus won't be writing and uploading as much. So expect some empty weeks in the upcoming month.
Anyways, thanks for reading! I always love hearing your guys' thoughts so if don't be afraid to voice 'em if you got 'em!
Something just scratches my brain about humans showing their favorite cybertronian/cardbot videos of people doing amazing feats due to adrenalineâŚ
Cause like what do you mean these little fleshy things can lift things 10x their weight simply because of a hormone being released into their body..
I can like, imagine their shock as they watch these videos and their little human buddy explaining the concept of âhysterical strengthâ to themâŚ
Like, what do you mean your body can override its natural safety mechanisms in order to rush adrenaline through your muscles to give you a burst of superhuman strength..WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN LIFT A CAR??
I just really like the idea of cybertronians/metal card bots being in awe of the feats humans can do while running on adrenalineâŚokay anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk
