#selvy

Henlo Selvy, you’re new (unless I’m just a dingus with potato memory).

It took time but soon Megatron, who you so “affectionately” nicknamed Spiked bastard, began to acclimate to how things worked in your house. The two of you reached an unspoken agreement that as long as neither of you bugged the other or that he didn’t damage anything you owned that you would leave each other alone to do whatever they wished.

It was a simple system.

But soon you noticed he seemed to be getting sluggish recently. He would often go more complicated ways around the house to avoid being seen usually but now he always took the road of least resistance to get where ever he wanted. The thing that sucked was even the simplest ways were still difficult considering he wasn’t even a foot tall.

You usually wouldn’t care but it became more and more obvious day by day and a small portion of you was genuinely concerned if he was okay. Had he really grown on you that much since he got here?

You decided to investigate what was going on and checked where he had taken up residence most of the time, an empty chest in one the closet. 

You knew he wasn’t in there as you walked because you saw him staggering in the kitchen, trying to see what time it was. Was it really getting that bad?

You opened the closet and then the chest to see if anything in here had the answers you wanted. There was a small block of sticky notes that had writing in a language you couldn’t recognize, a pen, the ‘energon’ crystal he stole, and an old lantern you didn’t even know you still had. Nothing here seemed to explain why he was acting sluggish.

You picked up the crystal with the intent of reclaiming it and noticed it had small grooves in it. Right, his kind ate this stuff to survive. The grooves weren’t regular either, they seemed to start out clean and sharp but as they reached from on end to another became ragged and shallow.

Had he dulled his points scratching and chewing on this? It would explain his actions, he was starving because he couldn’t eat enough anymore and took more and more effort to get some. There had to be some way to solve this issue.

An idea sprang to mind, you could crush it yourself into dust and he could just eat it like a pixy stick. You just need to figure out a way to do it. With a quick google search, you find a way to make a DIY cheap mortar and pestle to crush rocks. 

A quick run to home depot and hour of building the thing and now you sit outside crushing the energon into dust. It’s tiring and light blue dust soon begins to fly everywhere so you are glad you got the filter mask while you were purchasing supplies. Plus the long time it takes to do this gives you plenty of time to reflect and question your life choices like “Why are you working so hard to try and keep spikey bastard alive?” and “Will he even give a shit that you are helping him?”. The anger you feel from the thought that he won’t even be grateful helps you grind the energon further.

Once they whole crystal in crushed into a fine dusk you return inside covered in a fine bright blue powder, hopefully, this stuff isn’t particularly toxic. 

Back at the closet you open the chest again and find him laying within. he meekly looks up to you, he looks pitiful and exhausted. Carefully you set the mortar fully of blue dust next to him. His optics widen a bit but before he can say or do anything you close the lid and walk away to go take a shower and rest your aching arms.