#reader is codexa

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Codexa!reader is oblivious. Not naive, just socially oblivious. She’s been cooped up by herself in her previous life, only going outside when she remembered to buy groceries. Her social battery is nonexistent and her social skills is down in the depths of Unicron. She had her nieces and nephews, but striking up a conversation with a child was much easier than striking up a conversation with an adult. Therefore, when Codexa!reader woke up in a mechanical body, she was completely lost. Talking with Orion was proven difficult for her at first, to the point that she only spoke in short sentences, which confused Orion to no end.

(Orion learned to deal with it. He knew there was something wrong with his mentor, but he couldn’t put a digit on it. So he decided to let her be.)

Now, besides having problems talking with everything and everyone, Codexa!reader… uh– did not develop the social skills to know when someone is hitting on her? In her defense, she’s old, and she doesn’t expect to get hit on. Literally thinks a bot is being nice just for the sake of being nice (even though that’s probably rare on Cybertron???), and Orion cant help but look at the scene in bewilderment. Hey, just because Codexa!reader is a old frame does not mean that she isn’t sweet underneath. Ppfft…

Transformers AU

Codexa!reader

(Very short)

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(Eyes Without a Face– Billy Idol)

When your child passed away during childbirth, you never knew peace. Sleepless nights spent alone inside the nursery made just for them, crying. You despised whatever god that forced your child to part from you so soon, loss making you go into spiraling depression. So many missed meals made you slim, dehydrated, and quite sickly. The house was neglected, dust piling up everywhere, even the task of throwing out the trash felt impossible.

You would’ve been dead if it weren’t for your sister stepping in when you almost hit the fan. You were thankful now, truly, but during that time of darkness you felt almost annoyed at her desire to help you (you wished to perish in your own pity). You were doing better now, of course there are times when you still forget to eat, or still cry at the nursery during the night, but compared to back then, it was an improvement.

The kids visited more often, nieces and nephews of yours that belonged to your sister or your cousin, they made you feel sane. They always talked about their favorite TV shows, foods they liked; they even made you drawings! You always had to catch yourself from crying in front of them, magnetizing the drawings on the fridge afterwards.

Those were the youngest kids however, the oldest of the bunch, a seventeen year old, always hanged out with you when the younger ones were napping (He didn’t like loud noise). This one was more soft-spoken, using an inside voice rather than exclaiming, even when speaking of their interest: Transformers. This boy got you interested, the story, the characters… what you were interested most was the tragedy of each character (especially Optimus Prime) doomed by the narrative. It was… sad, yes, but it was realistic by your standards.

“The thing is that Optimus had a mentor, not Alpha Trion, but a femme by the name of Codexa. She was head Archivist, if I remember correctly, and was a sort of mother figure to Optimus.”

He rambled on and on, mentioning characters that were never revealed in the show, or ever rarely appeared. You knew the basics thanks to him, but…

“If she is that important to Optimus Prime, then why isn’t she mentioned more often outside of the comics?” You asked curiously.

The boy shrugs in reply.

Hm.

Interesting.

Truly…

Interesting.

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Heh…

How long has it been?

You’re starting to forget their faces.

Their names.

You still try to cling to memories.

What a pity.

It’s not your decision to do so, you know?

You’re not supposed to be here.

You’re dead.

Collapsed after your family left.

Maybe all that crying’s finally gotten into your heart, hm?

And as you open your eyes, you can see the blurry figure of a familiar bot. He doesn’t look like what you remember; he looked younger,

More naive and curious.

Worried.

Why was he worried?

“… Codexa?”

“Optimus…?”

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(I had this short thing rotting in my drafts. I’m quite rusty when it comes to writing; it’s been a long time.)

(Also this is not proofread.)

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