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The gang is here

Orion is very much happy to be on Megatron shoulders, all while Elita-one scolding him about climbing bigger bots and her younger self looking disappointed. D-16 is verry much fed up with all the antics Pax get him self in to. All whole B-127 looks a bit jealous.

Though no one was surprised when Pax showed up with B-127 on ios shoulders. Just disappointed.

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Little Alien part 4

Alright, you are now a pet to pink one – this is for sure now. Even if you were provided with all necessities for you to be alive and well – food, shelter, sanitary facilities, clothes – it seemed more like they got it just to keep you alive, panic buying things for the stray cat they just picked up of the streets. Though from where they bot it made you felt like something was of, and you were correct – the place did had a spot for you to rest, place to relief your self, excursive and a small box to store your clothes in, and every thing looked like it was made by one of those cheep landlords, that you knew to well about because your last apartment looked sort of the same, though you managed to scrape enough to make it feel like home, however in this situation you can’t do shit about it. What worried you the most is how pink one was constantly looking at you, knowing well what any reasonable parent would do the second they bring in a stray. And you feared what would come.

With one problames solved, Elita-One was left to deal with few other troubles. From what she learn from Swindle, while holding back as to not beat the living pit out of him, it become clear just how much effort it will take to take care of such small weak creature and right now she was staring at them with a bit of disgust. Apparently any organick life shed their body frequently and required a lot of sanitary care for it, like washing it every other day, to make sure it was safe for the little creature. Great, she will have to take care of it, though not right now as she did had a bit more work to do, time to time glansing to check what you were doing. You seemd to just relax, climbing on to small berth, covering them self with cloth and going in to recharge. It felt weird that she seemed to feel content to see little creature safe now, feeling pity brew inside her chest-plate again about them being left behind. Quickly shaking it off, she focused back on the pads, doing some more work before she left the room to get something that she will need.

After exploring your new cage, you felt exhaustion kick in – of course after being carried around all over the giant metal city, visiting doctor, shop and getting all the attention on a train ride, you just wanted to kick back on your new bed and get some rest, so seating on something that is actually soft for once in few days felt nice. Letting a yawn out, you curled on the soft bed, pulling thinnest blanket over your self and your head, hopping to dim light just a bit to let you sleep peacefully, closing your eyes and letting a sigh. You can feel you limbs becoming pleasantly heavy as exhaustion spilled though your body and you managed to fall asleep.

Returning to her quarters with every thing she needed, Elita-One was pleasantly surprised to see small one still resting, peacefully curled up on small berth that was propably more suitable for your little squishy body. Setting a small dish of water on table and a bottle of disinfectant along side a small rag, she walked over and leaned checking on you, making sure that you were still alive – even if she knew that you were, deep inside she worried for the small being, and right now she will have to wake them up to clean them up as Primus knows what you might have on your little skin - she is not ready to deal with any diseases that you might’ve brought. Opening the top lid of the cage, it made some noise, alerting you immideatly, jumping in your berth and scurrying in to the corner of the cage as soon as they saw her servo reaching for them.

“Stop fussing, I need to clean you Scraplet” she sighed heavily, reaching in with another servo, blocking any path that you might try to take. She is really not ready to play cat and mouse, even if it is inside the small cage, finally trapping them in a corner and quickly wrapping you in her digits. The small life from started wriggling and chirping loudly, but she really needed to do this. The small thing strated freaking out even more when she gently pulled the thin fabric of them, making sure as to not hurt them, their little peds kicking like crazy and little servos banging weekly in her digits, in fact she was not able to feel it that much, as of someone was tapping on them with something soft yet firm. After all the layers of clothes were off, she lowered them in to bowl of water, their body immideatly stifling and as soon as she let go, Scraplet tried to scramble out, it was a bit fun as the bowl was big for them and they did a strange motion, which fascinated her for a moment. It seemed like this life form is capable of floating on the surface, using their limbs to propel them self in liquid towards the edge and gripping on it. Alright, this is interesting, but now she really need to clean you off the grime you had on you. Grapping disinfectant, she squeezed a few drops on top of small thing, with Scraplet started chirping loudly and swatting their hands, trying to rub the cleaning mixture of them self, inevitably starting the process them self. Reaching in she rubbed the mixture in to the flexible soft skin, rubbing in the soapy substance in circular motion, all while little servos swatted at her. “Stop this” she mumbled out, tapping them slightly on the head, enough as a warning to stop wriggling. Moving up and down, she managed to clean the small one up completely and dipped in to the water to wash the soap off, lifting them up and settling them down to wipe of with a cloth they had prepared before hands and once they were dry, she gave them their small fabric back to wrap them self, letting a small chuckle at how quickly they did it, hiding their small squishy body behind fabric again. Pushing bowl to the side as to not accidently spill it, Elita one looked around for a small box she got at the same time as they were in Swindles little boutique shop, something she wanted to put on when they were clean.

You knew that it will happened, and you could do nothing about it, no matter how much fighting you did, you still got undressed again and dropped in to bowl of watter. Your first though was on to getting out, swimming to the side and getting some perch on the side of the dish you were lowered in to. The water was incredibly cold and you wanted to get the fuck out, able to fill your muscle tense up. As soon as your hands wrapped on edge, you felt a new cold sensation drop on your head, slowly flowing down like some slime, making you let out confused and fearfull gasp, trying to get it of your self. And then it started. Huge hands wrapped around again and strated rubbing the strange slime in to your skin, forming bubles that slipped in to water as the process continued. You did tried to fight again, but just got gently slapped on your head for fussing to much, so you just gave up, letting Mama-robot wash you. When it finally came to an end, you were washed off with same cold water, you swearing under breath and were pulled out, immideatly wrapped and rubbed with towel. The heat from friction spread through, making you sigh with relief, and when you were handed back your clothes, you were more than happy to put it on your body again, cold finally leaving your body. You sighed with relief, happy that the worst of things were behind, seating down and just taking a second to breath. Though you quickly jumped up when bot reached for you again, holding something in between two fingers, stopping you from going any where with other hand, wrapping strange contraption around your neck and it clicked loudly, biped and secured around your neck. The second you were free you strated tugging on it, letting out all kind of swears you could remember, fingers glididng along the grooves, trying to find something to dig in and free your self.

“What the fuck!!!” you yelled out, tossing your head up in fearfull expression “Hey! No! Get it off me! NO no no!” even if there was some distance between your neck and metal ring, you felt like suffocation, not licking the feeling of metal ring aorund your neck. You continued fighting it, until you just got tiered and slumped down on the ground, huffing and puffing while still holding on to the ring. You could not do anything about removing the strange collar, so you just give up, trying not to cry that now your entire being is just a pet. You knew it already, but just did not expected to be sealed with a fucking collar.

When she put on the collar on Scraplet, Elita did not expected such violent reaction. It looked like small being got possessed by something as they tugged on the collar, dropped on the ground, kicked, chirped loudly, doing every thing to get it off. It shocked her a lot, but to be honest it will be best of you because you are small and already proven to love hiding in small crevasses, so for your own safety she got the small tracer collar, just to keep tabs on you. Pluss it had a leash, even more procotion. And in case B-127 tries to take you to play with, which she sure will happen. When you calmed down enough, she had to do just a bit tinkering, to make sure collar was working, brining a small devise and letting it sink up with collar, checking that it was actually working and making sure it functioned alright. It did, so it might be even a good time to rest after very thign, and heating berth as well her self. Lifting Scraplet up and putting them in to their cage, Elita laid on her berth, letting her self recharge now a bit more peacefully. The very next day she took you out of the cage, as she was sure you were growing tiered of constantly being in a cage, a bit more confident that in case you managed to sneak away she at least she can track you, waking around with you on shoulder. You just kept stirring, looking aorund the place, letting chirps of curiosity. Passing by the archives, she managed to get a glance of Prime, stopping in her track and backing up, leaning in to see dark room filled with glowing pads laying all over the table in mess, that only Optimus can go through. Letting a sigh though her vents, pink robobt stepped though the doorway, closing the doors behind and queitly approached big red and blue robots, with his chest glowing bright at the demi-light room. Big bot seemd to be in deep though, resting his helm on the servo while scaning another tablet for any information, in hopes of finding answers just what Scraplet was and where they belonged.

“Prime” gently placing a servo on his shoulder, Elita-one brought Optimus back to reality, his head tipping up ad blue opticks focused on her with exhausted look “You need some rest... I managed to find some crumbs of information to keep them alive” she spoke softly, patting his shoulder. The little one chirped, leaning over, trying to get the eyes on the pads. Not wishing them to fall, she picked them up and settled on table, letting them roam around table, pushing on tablets and scaning them as well.

“That is some good news...i don’t seem to find anything about their kind specifically. I can see others, similar, yet not like them.... it’s good that you managed to find something that will keep them alive” he sighed heavily, reaching to pat small one, who dwindled in comparison to his servo, his digit so big, but still gentle, scratching their head. He scanned though a lot of information, but just can’t find any that was of your kind. Maybe you were still an undiscovered one and maybe he can get a privilege of naming them. This will be fun.

“You should get some rest... you are Prime now, remember. You have responsibilities and Quintessons are not exactly gone from our world. And there is still all the mess Sentinel left behind”

“yeah...” big bot sighed, dropping his head on table with a thump, scaring small one just a bit, She knew well why – it’s been not so long since their crazy adventure and them getting t-cogs, Pax becoming Prime, and it takes time for every one to adjust to a new world, to the world that they were supposed to have no thanks to false Prime. And even Optimus has trouble with transforming time to time, let alone his size, constantly banging on doorframes, stumbling over or getting stuck when ever he transformed. More times she would have to call him twice just to get his attention. “By any chance, do you have any name for them”

“I think Scraplet fits them well” reaching to scratch small one as well, Elita smiled

“Scraplet huh? It... kind of fits them”

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Big Scary Grandpa - part 5

“Little one!” panic building in his system from suden change, Megatron adjusted his grip, gently lulling you in between two of his servos, trying not to move little flesh form to much. One second you were alright, reactive, screaming and kicking, then the other second go completely limp. Light escaping opticks, he scanned small fleshy body for any injuries, letting an audible gasp of relief from his vents as it came up with nothing – no internal bleeding, no damadge to bones, no visible scaring or bruising, so why did you suddenly fainted - he had no idea, and it worried him a lot. Twirling small body in servos, he looked up, opticks focusing on small flickering light shining though the line of trees, a beacon of human civilization, some where you need to go, but if HE brings you to the camp, unconscious like you are now, it will surely spike some panic and will add even more bad reputation to his already dark picture. Gears shifting inside him, big bot let out his frustration in a huff, optick shifting rapidly, while trying to think as hard as he could, digits wrapping around small cushy body just a bit tighter, able to feel week pulse echoe though out...

Crickets orchestra echoed though the ranch as the huge moon shined gently upon the land. The cattle were in the barn, peacefully resting after day of grazing and watching kids get in to all sort of trouble, rolling in the mud and getting all the attention from them. Kids were sleeping as well, having a sort of sleep over in secret barn base, after having a late nigh fun, all knocked out and huddled together under blankets – Mo was nestled in arms of Nightshade, who was letting soft “who’s” as he recharged, resting on Jawbreaker, who was in his dyno form, laying on his stomach. Rob was wrapped in Thrash and Twists, who was curled around boy and Hashtag just sprawled in top of them, with data pad still in servo. Letting a soft chuckle, Dorothy Malto let out a happy sigh, observing their little happy family resting. Walking over, she fixed the blankets over them and left, turning lights off, walking out in cold air, taking in deep breath of fresh night air and walking in to her home. It was one of a few spare days when they had whole house to them self, mg that they can finally catch up on some alone time they wanted, and Alex already planned a few things as soon as he heard kids plan to have a sleepover in the barn. Opening the door, Dot can smell popcorn scent hanging in the air, along with some other scent and a loud pop of wine bottle being opened in the leaving room. Smiling, Dot took of her jacket she wore over her comfortable nightwear and walked in to the leaving room, with tv on and a  bowl of icecream on the table. One of a few days when they can dig in to secret stash of sweets without kids begging for their share, adding a little bit of amarula  and chocolate pudding. Plopping down on the sofa as Alex brought in two glasses of whine.

“I can safely assume kids are asleep?” he asked with a soft smile, leaning in to give his lovely wife a kiss on a head, plopping right by her and snuggling in, ready to enjoy their tv show. It might be a bit wrong to agree on, but it was really nice to have a break from the kids and their constant troublemaking attendances.

“Yep, they are finally asleep. And we have a home to us.” She smiled, scooping some cold treat on to the spoon “So, what episode we are on?”

“If I do remember correctly it was episode 10 session 3” picking up remote, Alex clicked a few buttons, setting it up to the right episode. The theme of the show played along and sweet couple settled in to watch their show... though it seemed like their peaceful time did not last for to long. Half way though the show a familiar sound of helicopter rung through the air. Letting a soft grunt out, Alex got up, helping his wife up, stopping their show and walked out, silently pondering as to what reason Megatron would be visiting them in such late hour. Walking out of the house, they braced them self as big bot descended on their lands in his alt form, moving incredibly slow. For a moment it reminded of the moment Dot saw him again after a long time, being dramatic and taking it slow. Yet, something deep inside her heart felt that something was wrong. Bot started transform, taking his sweet time to shift every peace of his metal in to right position, one by one, taking more humanoid form. He quickly reached for his chest and something visibly fell in to his palms. Kneeling down, Megatron froze for a moment, looking at Dot with a very familiar look.

“Megatron, what happened?” worry sipping in to her soul, Dot took a few carful steps forward, eyes narrowed on large servos, clearly cooped aorund something protectively, refusing to even pull away from his chest.

He knew well that it was late, he just really had no one else to go to in this situation. He still was not to sure that he wanted Prime to find out that he was secretly leaving base to see a human child, which will make this trouble even more problematic, so the only person he can think of going to is going to Dorothy, a very trusted person. Plus she was a human, so she will know what to do. Slowly lowering his hands, he glanced down at small body, that was still not responding to any thing: not when he transformed around them, not when he took them in to the air, not even now, just still, breathing and not awake. Once the body was at Dot’s eye sight level, her eyes grew wide with shock rushing over with a bit of a limp, focused on the child completely.

“I need your help Dot” he spoke with worry and care, letting human touch little archivist...

Stirring awake, you turned in your sleeping bag, letting out angry grumbles as you pulled covering over your head. For the first time in weeks you managed to find a soft spot in your sleeping sack, your body melting in to soft padding and hotel pillows, letting a sigh feeling soft fur of teddy bear, nuzzling in to it, letting out a wide yawn. You can hear birds chirping loudly with light annoyingly shining in to your eyes even though you had a blanket over your head. Though one noise confused you just for a moment, enough to forse you to open your eyes. You knew for sure that forest did not had any cows, so how come you can hear them. Still with blurry vision, spinny head and half asleep state, you set up, feeling your self almost loosing fight to blanket, looking around, trying to get out. It took some time but ass soon as your eyes adjusted you realised one thing after another: for once you were not in a sleeping bag in your tent, you were in some kids room, evident by all the toys, pink bedding and other things that clearly made it seem like a child’s room. Slowly getting out of the bed, you looked down, shame quickly heating up your cheek and you pulled the blanket over your self, panic now fully settling in. Adrenaline pumping through your blood, you lost control of your limbs and fell out of the bed with loud echoing thud. You are certain that this noise alerted someone as a set of footsteps echoed though the house, quickly approaching the room you were in. Being an “A+” student meant that you quickly learned how to differentiate footsteps and when thay are getting close, wrapping your self in blanket and shoving your self in to the corner, eyes wide and heart pounding like crazy in your chest, deafening you. The door slowly creaked open and a dark skinned woman poked her head in, making sure you were decent before walking in. You relax a bit at sight of green uniform of forest ranger, but still were on guard.

“Morning kiddo, you look better. That was a nice way of letting us know you were awake” she let a small chuckled, placing clean clothes on the bed you just fell out of, as yours were gone as you are sure that falling out of tower watch in to tree made it dirty, you just were creeped out that they were missing. “How are you filling?”

“I am okay” you nodded softly, panic calming down just a bit “Where am I? Who are you?”

“You are okay, you are at my range. My name is Dorothy Malto.” She did not move from the other side of the bed, giving you a bit of space and time to relax. You looked down at clothes and then up at woman “Your clothes were not.. in best of conditions. Do you feel any pain any where? Falling from such high place surely left some marks on your body.”

“I feel.. okay...” you nodded softly, patting your self to feel anything. So far you were okay and honesty only thanks to miracle and Megatron that you were unharmed .”How did?”

“How about I tell you every thing at breakfast. I am sure you are hungry”

“Yeah. Thanks” you nodded again and watched woman leave, giving you some privacy as you looked down at new clothes.....

Taking in deep breath, Megatron opticks flickered to life, unfolding his arms from his chest and looking around. He was in secret base of little ones, who were more then ecstatic that he suddenly showed up for the late night – any sleep disappearing with in seconds, assaulting him with questions and asking for stories. Of course he complied, intertaining the youth with all kind of fairy-tails he could remember, all while wondering just what will happen to you. Now he was awake, young ones were out of the base, propably already having fun with Bee or meeting you. He secretly hopped that they didn’t, wishing to introduce you him self to they young once, knowing how some of them can get quite excited. Getting up with grunt, he carefully walked out of the base, making sure to be carful with his big frame, squinting as sun shined brightly in to his opticks, lifting his servo to block some light. He can hear kids laughing, cows mooing and birds chirping. After a second, he was able to see and spotted a group of younglings huddled around in far out corner, hiding under the tree, with a new small figure in between them. Letign a sigh, his hopes of introducing Little Archivist dwindle, but not to much. Even from here he can see that you seemed to feel a bit better then you did in the camp though, clearly engaging with others without looking like you were forced in to socialising. Any time your camp would have some kind of activities, you always tried to hang out in the corner, out of sight, trying not to interact with kids. And even during free time you will avoid same age kids like fire. But now he sees you more relaxed, engaging with others, even if you are trapped under Soft Ears, letting your little hand slide up and down the fur. Taking a deep breath, Megatron strated walking forward, already seeing a chain reaction from young once, Twitch face lighting up with a big grin and flying towards him, circling his head and then nuzzling in to his side. She was really affectionate for a small bot, and he liked her too. Especialy her energetic enthusiasm.

“Good morning little one” he greeted them softly, joining them in the small circle, with Terrance happily greeting him back, with one more additional voice in the mix, he knows MO and Robby are in school by now, menaing  there were only terrance and a new guest “I see you met a new friend?”

“Yeas, we did, and they are quite nice” Nightshade smiled, his cyan optick not moving even a bit, but he can still can gues that kid was happy to meet another “egghead” as human would say. And he just let them on, with all the kids soon talking about what ever was on their mind, making him feel a bit more content that all the kids were in one place, almost but he knew Rob and Mo were safe at school. Though one of the younglings were not as safe as they were. Still worried about Y/N passing out suddenly in his servo AFTER falling of a watchtower, that even he can tell was to dangerous to climb, let alone when he slammed in to it, yet he is sure that speaking about it with them in privet will be the best, so he just waited pationly, knowing well that Bee will show up soon to whisk kids away for another training integrated with a play. It’s seemed to be the only way to get younglings to enjoy training in this day and age. And like a clock, Bee shows up and take young Terrace to train, leaving him and little archivist alone. Clearing his throat, Megatron looked down at the small young human, who was looking up at him with doe like eyes, coking their head just a bit.

“So, mind telling me what you were doing on that watch tower?” And he can see colour drain immideatly drain out of their little face, eyes growing wide and darting around, brain visibly struggling for answers. It was hilarious that they panicked so quickly at such simple question, making him let a snort out. “So?”

You shrunk in your self, mentally wishing that little cattle did not fell asleep on you, wishing that you can try to say something that you needed to do something, that you needed to get back to the camp, but alas, you were stuck. You can feel warmth drain out of your body and back heating up, quickly glancing down to avoid eye contact with Megatron, who clearly was giving you a parent glare, squinting a bit as you made a eye contact for a second. You really had no idea what to tell him – first of all you already had enough of your parents dealing with your bullies, even if it did not help much thanks to school politicks and all, you really did not wanted to drag Megatron in to it, second of all if he will get involved you are sure that your bullying will get worse. Just talking to him made it bad, what will happen if he will show up for a “talk”. Sucking in breath, you scrambled in your head for an explanation that will save you and HIM a hustle: well first of all you are a teenager, right, and they are infamous for getting in trouble, so maybe if you pretend that you were “acting out” you can make him believe that you were just exploring something abandoned, and second of all it was not much of a lie. You always wanted to see and visit an abandoned building, so you decided to go with this. Yet one more glance at bot quickly made you rethink your life choices – the squint seemed to glow, red light digging in to your soul, you immideatly averted your gaze, pressing you lips in to thin line and pressing your head in to your shoulders, able to feel heat spreading through your back. Yep, no, you are not lying to big bot who’s hands can easily wrap around you. You hated to admit it, but that night, when he “kidnapped you”, it did leave some mental scars, giving you nightmares time to time and just how weak you are compared to cybertronian. An uncontrollable chill ran up your spine, you gave up on lie, gently stroking little cattle, who finally seemed to have enough of you, or he heard his mom calling him. You almost cried a bit as little comforting cattle got up, the warmth of living being leaving your lap and slowly trotting away to where ever they wished, leaving you alone with Megatron. He seemd to immideatly notise your discomfort, reaching for you and scooping up to hold up to his face, as you are sure that constantly looking down must hurt his neck. You tried not to move to much in his servo, to scared right now, like a child terrified of a parent who knows that their kid did something wrong.

“Well?” Megatron asked again, tilting his head to side, digits flexing behind small humans back “why were you up there, in the middle of the night?”

“I... I was asked to bring something from there” you replied with notes of shame, now truly seeing how ridiculous it was to risk your life for a toy, yet you had your reasons and maybe they were a bit childish. “I could not say no”

“And for what reason you could not say no? What would be the reason to put your fragile life in to danger?” his tone was calm yet you still can feel notes of anger and disappointment echoing though his voice. “If I were not there, you would’ve been badly hurt, for pits, I don’t even wish to think if you would even make it out a life” you shivered a bit as bot raised his voice, just a bit, not to much to get attention of other robots, but enough to make you shiver. Yep, you are hundred present in trouble now, folding in to your self, you looked away, not able to look in to his red optick, not because they were scary, but because you felt ashamed. “Well, why were you up there?”

“I.. I was forced to do it” you answered with a bit of shame, regretting that you are admitting your weakness, yet it also felt good. You did grew tiered of running to your parents for help, even if it what you supposed to do “I could not say not to it.... they had my Teddy bear”

“Teddy bear? Seriously?” Megatron stifled a chuckle as he coked an eyebrow at little life in his hand. They risked their being for a toy... such a childish act, but honestly, sort of adorable as they were still young and naive. “For a teddy bear?” a smile escaped him and he quickly looked away. This is not a laughing matter.

“Teddy was gift from my grandma! I couldn’t let Dupeng do anything to him!” you bursted out, able to see that Megatron is not taking it seriouse as much as he tries, slowly cracked in to quite chuckle “It’s not funny!”

Despite the disappointment and anger, seeing you get so riled up relay broke him, Megatron cracking in to laughter, shaking with chuckle. You had to grip on to his servo, clinging to life and not really wanting to fall again, even if from small height, still you had enough of falling for one day. When he managed to calm down, he jus let a heavy sigh and patted you on your head. Alright, this was a really stupid decision on your side that you went to such length just to keep a toy in good shape, a childish like behaviour for a young being.

“It’s not funny” you pouted, clinging to metal fingers wrapped around, really wanting to be back on ground. “It was a last gift from my grandma... and I can’t sleep without it” you confessed with red cheeks.

“You risked your life for a toy, little archivist. This is funny” Megatron chuckled, pocking their cheeks with his big digit, feeling soft flesh give in under him “Well at least you were lucky I was there.”

And safe. After a quick scolding, he let you down and join Terrance when they had a break, able to feel his spark relax and now seeing his little collection of kids safe and all gathered in one place. Maybe he can even somehow put you in to the same school as Rob and Mo, just to be more safe. And he is sure it will be easy as any parent will be happy to switch school if their kid went missing on one of the school trips.

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Do not get modeling kits for Transformers of any kind. It WILL become an addiction!!!!!

I realy enjoy building them and with wvry finish desire for new one grows more and more.

It is small for jow but I have more comming in soon

Here is a small ones of Bee, Arce and Soundwave with Ravage, soon to be joined by Starscream and Blitzwing

Our Good Boy Mireage, ready for trouble and Fun. He is the heaviest of them all so Far

And Elita One with D-16, waiting for Pax and B-127 to join them soon

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Sorry if I'm bothering but this morning I got a small idea for the primes x human thing

I don't wanna put too much pressure/overwork you, this can be only Zeta prime and Amalgamous prime

One day while the primes where spending time with their "pet" they noticed they have been fidgeting with a weird and small metal device the human had ever since they got captured by the Quintessons but the primes didn't mind much thinking it was probably a human toy or something similar to that until one day...

The same day both Primes are spending time with the human the little one just simply started speaking in a language they can understand, like out of nowhere and after a slight spook and some questions turns out the "toy" was a type of translator the han was trying to fix so the primes could understand them and explain what humans are actually

Little Break

Part 2

"Where are you” letting a heavy grunt, Zeta got on all his four limbs, bending down to check under cabinet, his blue optick shinning brightly as he scanned the crevasse, looking for something small and fragile. It was common for small thing to hide somewhere when ever he is to buizy to pay attention to them. He is already feeling bad for constantly being buizy with all the data-pads and meetings to make sure that his people were able to live comfortably and without worry of Quintessons attacking Iacon, leaving you alone with your own devises for far to long. Not that you will die of boredom as your cage had a lot of thing to entertain you, one of the few thing yoou loved was a small wheel where you would run in or you will be fiddling with strange collar that you were found with, refusing to give it to them.

He let you out of the cage to relax and have a little bit of rest from being cooped inside the cage all day, letting you wonder around the large table for a bit before you settled down again, focused on your little toy, tinkering with it while he continued his work. But now you seemed to just disappear and after checking every crevasse he could think of, he just can’t seem to locate you anywhere. You did run away before, even one time where he “chased” you by simply slowly walking behind while you clearly were running as fast as you can, constantly looking behind and trying to find space to hide. Letting a sigh, Zeta stood up, scratching his chin. Just where ca you hide this time.... maybe some one took you while he was to buizy with work, but who? He only had Solus, Alchemist and Sentinel walk in to his office today, and all wore about work and their meeting that he will need to attend soon, so he is sure non of them took you without informing him. Unless. A quick thought cross his mind and every thing seemed to click in to place. Sentinel was not here today, send on another duty, so he could not bring him any documents today. Letting a heavy sigh, Zeta rolled his opticks and left his office, able to feel his spark calm down. Amalgamous Prime was a well known prankster among Primes and would often shift in to another bot to pull his pranks, so it will not be to far fetched for him to use Sentinel’s appearance to sneakily steal you away for one of his pranks. Zeta did deferred him before from using small fragile life from for his pranks, even if he can see why he would do this, such small form can get in t anything and do anything that their big hands were to big for.

You grumbled a bit as collar sparked again and for just a second you swore you could here words that you can understand, slowly putting your collar down and looking up. One Eyes were tinkering with strange round shape, his thing fingers moving small parts inside and tinkering just like you were  playing around with your translator, “generously gifted” to ou by those strange aliens that kidnapped you from your Planet. You could understand them before but after your escape, it somehow broke and you spend most of your time attempting to fix it, moving wires, tightening screws and making sure every thing was in right place. You were just so tiered of being treated like a pet, even if it was not to bad time to time, yet you still had some honour, feeling a bit ashamed when they would treat you like a smart parrot, making you learn tricks and being reworded with “cookies” – a few of good treats you like here. Now though you just happy to be around and not cooped up in cage, even if Crowns did not mean any harm and constantly buissy. One eye looked up at you, saying something in his language and reaching for you, his fingers gliding gently across your head, ruffling up your head and then made a motion. You listened, rolling on your back and then getting up, getting another pet as a reward. The doors opened up as aforementioned Crowns walks in, his blue eyes quickly narrowing on you and his shoulders dropping with what you can guess is a relief. One eye took you from his office, parading like Icarus, blue bot with golden wings, masterfully swopping you out of there, muffling any concerned noises you made by simply cooping you inbetween his two hands and quickly leaving, Crowns not even looking up or even reacting, just locking in on those papers while you were being stolen, to be honest it gave you a small heart attack as he shifted around you, metal bending, cracking and shifting in to another person with iconic “hchk chk” sound. Now of course he simply looked up at Crowns with a wave, you never able to tell his expression besides body language, returning back to your collar.

“Amalgamous, Please never do this again. I feared the worst” letting a heavy sigh, Zeta walked over to the table, scratching small one with one digit behind the audio censer, looking at his brother.

“Well what was I supposed to do, they looked very bored constantly being copped inside the cage and your office. I would die of boredom if I were them” chuckling, Amalgamous swopped small one up, not bothering to much as they continued playing around with their little toy “So I just wanted to show them aorund and take them out of the cage. You constantly sit there and do nothing but work.”

“hmm” letting a hum, Zetta silently nodded, agreeing in his mind as his brother was right. He really done nothing but work and the small times he does take you out do not last long and usually are just as simple as taking out of the cage to roll around the table. So, maybe Amalgamous is right about constantly being on one place. “I can see where you are coming from. I maybe not so caring to them as I wished. I should’ve taken a better care of them”

“Hey, that’s not true! You’re doing a great job!”

For a moment every thing went silent and still, so quite that if you were to drop a pin you would hear it echoe in the room. Two bot’s were focused on the small being, with wide opticks, completely shocked at what just happened. Could it be something that they just heard, hallucinated from overworking them self so much? Blinking, Zeta bend down, shocking small life form to back away for a moment, gripping the small electric toy you were constantly playing with, now with green light coming from it. Zeta could not just believe his audio sensors, coking his head side to side, not able to find words to say anything, while Amalgamous shifted behind him, getting closer and staring at the small thign, shocked as Zeta was, but also curiouse. Slowly he reached and poked the small thign in to chest, make it stumble back a bit, their small face contorting in to angry grumble.

“Hey! Stop!” it was clear now that small one was the source of the noise and no clearly spoke. “Why you all staring at me like this, huh?”

“You.... you speak” slowly getting out of the shock, Zeta carefully swopped small creature from behind, settling them carefully in palm of his palm, lifting them up to his face, their little face contorting in to shock as well. It must be that the small toy he thought it was in realise was a some kind of translator, it was just broken “Birdie.. you speak?”

“Yeah?” you coked your small eyebrow, confused, before looking in front of your self, both frowning, processing something befre their face light up with shock, just like they did “I can understand you?! I Can understand you!” they jumped up in his palm, smiling widely “I can understand you! Can you understand me!? Please please understand me!”

“We can, we can” letting a small chuckle, Zeta gently patted you on the head with digit, Amalgamous now circling arund his hand, poking at the small being, to focused on how it was working and how suddenly small being strated speaking their language “We can understand you, little one... I presume you have a name then?”

“Y/N” you replied putting a hand on your chest “My name is Y/n... and what is your name? W-where am I? Who are you?”

“My name is Zeta Prime. This is Amalgamous Prime, my brother. We are Cybertronian and right now you are on Cybertron... may I ask how you ended up with Quintessons?”

“I.. I was kidnapped from my planet - Erath”

“E-a-rth?” Amalgamous slowly pronounce, lulling it on his glossa “what a strange name E-arth. Why did your species called it like a dirt.”

“I don’t know.” You answere his question “I am from Earth , I was kidnapped by those huge bug aliens. I am a human being”

“Human, huh?” pulling seat up to him Zeta set down, letting you hop on table and let you speak freely. It be best if he can learn a lot more bout your species, it will be best for him in long run as now, even if he knows you are your own person, he still did not wanted to let you go.

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hey, listen, why Mirage is so hot

Why is Mirage in Rise OF The Beats (ROTB) is so hot! the moment he appeared on the screen i fell in love with him - he is like a hyper active teenager, to bored to sit in one place. and just look at his face

he is so cute!!!

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Little Alien - part 3

“What do you want me to do here?!” slamming his opened palms on the table, Ratchet stared at Elita-one with angry look, his processor runinig a mile per hour. “I am doctor, not some kind of Magician! What do you want me to do here! With -with with this thing!”

Never in years of his activity he would even imagine that he will be dealing with this.  He sort of expected that sooner or later one of the miners would be a bit more troublesome, like Orion Pax, he expected Wheeljack, he expected thign that could happened, but never this. Letting out an exhausted groan, Ratchet look down at the small cage that housed small creature, cybertronian alike, just different. Their small beady eyes sparkled with intelligence, snooping around the new environment, while keeping to the furthest corner, away from him. Leaning down on the table, medick took a lcoser look, before standing up and throwing glares at nurses, who quickly ran away. This new thing sure is getting a lot of unnecessary attention

“I am aware Ratchet, but I really have no other choice” folding her arms on chest, fem bot shifted her weight from one peds to another “Prime is digging though archive in hopes of finding anything about this one, so we really need some kind of medical attention.”

“And what do you want me to do?! I can’t cut the open unless you want them dead! They are a new life to me, I will have to cut them open just to see what makes them tick! So what do yoou want me to do, huh?!”

“I can try to help” letting a groan, Ratchet quickly grabbed the wrench ready to toss it in to Wheeljack, who pooped from behind doorframe, his blue “ears” glowing as always while his optick shined with excitement. Of course this idiot will be happy to try some experiments, which Ratchet was not to ecstatic to allow. As soon as this bot got his T-cog, he become a frequent visitor of the med-bay, with his experiments always ending in explosion or some other bodily harm. And now he just hang around, trying something else. “Oh, what is this cute little thing”

“Not sure,” Elita shrugged, taking a step back. Even if Wheeljack was accident-pron, he was still smart and two helms is better then one “but their name is Scraplet for now. I can’t keep calling them thing and little thing. So, you said you can help?”

“Sure can” Wheeljack tapped on glass, sending small thing running away from one side to another, eyes on him, confused and scraed “What if we scan it? Maybe it can give us some answers, even if a small percentage”

“This is---” Ratchet raised his voice, ready to snap when he stopped “Not to bad of an idea. Alright then, lets do this then.”

Sleeping on hard surface was very uncomfortable, even with hand under your head – your back ached with pain, sides screamed at you for even daring to sleep on hard surface and headache drilled in to your mind like crazy. Rubbing your eyes, you pushed your self off the gorund with a groan, eyelids heavy with sleep and exhaustion, despite the rest. Smacking your dry lips, you looked around, knowing well then you will have to communicate to metal giants your need in one way or another if you want to survive on this planet. It will be hard, with language barrier, you just prayed that they saw you at least as something smart, not some dumb new pet. Last night, after what you can guess was a destressing session for Pink, you were taken to another room, that looked to much like a bedroom, even if all of it was made out of metal. She took you to her room for a god night rest, putting you back in to container and laying on huge metal bed to rest, quickly fallign asleep, without moving or breathing, making you shiver with creepy chills. And even in the morning, she still did not change her position, still laying on her back, hands by her sides, face peaceful and with no emotions. Taking a deep breath, you let a sad sigh, sucking in the pain from your hungry stomach, left with not other option but wait for pink one to wake up and decide what will happen next. Surprising it did not take to long for Pink to wake up, optick snapping open and getting up, stretching from the good night rest, mumbling something and ignoring your existence for a bit, leaving the room, then returning with same box you were in, only with glowing liquid you’ve seen outside and poked with stick, drinking it. Okay those thing can eat and drink, making you a bit worry for your own safety, observing carefully every step bot made, still ignoring you, talking to no one while tapping on the head. Was she using some kind of built in radio in her head, you had no idea, she turning toward you and walking up. Trying not to look to tense, you just looked up, trying to save all the energy you had in your body, blinking slowly. Pink one leaned on table your cage was placed, still with one hand on the head, talking, coking head side to side it then tapped on the glass with her metal finger, saying something loud and clear.

At first you did not understood what it meant, but then it pointed at you, repeating the same thign, again and again. Was it calling you something? You had no idea, but maybe it will be best to show some reaction, getting up when she said one more time, walking over. She smiled, clearly happy that you showed a reaction, reaching in and scratching your head, moving slowly to the side and under your chin. It then spoked to the air again, taking hand of her head and wrapping two hands around cage lifting it up. Yep, you learned quickly it will best to seat down as to not slide around, no mater how carful Pink was. She carried your cage through huge place, with more bot’s on the way, more shapes, more sizes and all different colours, a few same, bust still different. They all started momenteraly at you, grumbling something to pink one or saluting, meaning that your assumption about Pink being some kind of higher up was right. Does it mean Blue WAS some kind of king around here. You did not see yellow bot though, kind of happy that you will not be tossed around. Pink walked to the huge doors, pressing a button, signalling to them to opened up with a magnificent view.

Shining in golden glow, an alien city was buizy with life. There were buildings hanging of the sealing of the huge cave that seemed to have no end in sight. The building reminded you of skyscraper in New York, just upside down. Then there was other structures, build normally, with lights in the windows, antennas and other things. You can see also train, weaving in between building in air, going up and down, leaving some space for flying machines to go peacefully on their path. The lift strated moving, quickly descending, you able to feel your guts shift a bit with sudden speed, like on one of those carnival rides, yet you were still were enamoured with what you were seeing on the ride down, not really worried about where you are being taken now. Once you reched the bottom, the door sit open and Pink walked in to streets, heavily populated with bots, who did not really cared about you or Pink one, to focused on their own life, walking in and out of building, hand filled with something or empty, running or walking, reminding you of a city streets on Earth, filled with life. You become even more ecstatic at fact that Pink went to platform, still holding you, waiting for the train, that you watched closely, able to see tracks form in mid air, forming path for train of enormous size. All the bots walked in, taking seat or standing grabbing on to rails, with doors closing and train moving, gliding though the city, giving you more scenery. Finally, after all the rides and path, you finally reached some kind of place, filled with same monotone coloured bots, with crosses, tending to other bots, moving them on glididng gurneys. The place felt clean and organized, with voice coming from speaker. Okay, so you were brought to alien hospital, eyes darting around at what you can only guess were nurses, all doing random tasks. Pink walked over to the reception, putting you on table while starting conversation with nurse, then taking you and going in to hallway. This is when you were brought to a new room, with huge table, strange equipment laying around neatly and organized, able to smell chloroform in the air and a new bot. He had the same colours as nurses – red and white, but with blue “windows” in his chets, that’s the only thing you can describe them. His hand were red and on his head was a set of red small horns. He seemed to be happy to see Pink, eyes quickly shifting on you in confusion, your cage placed in front of him on table and the conversation started. It relay did not take to long for “Red horns” to start yelling and slaming his hands on table, pointing at you time to time, propably getting angry at Pink for brining you to sterile environment. It leaned, staring at you. Than came another one, this one had long flat ears and he seemed to be interested as well. Unlike Red horns, Elf clearly did not belong to hospital, covered in burns and scratches, chattering with Red Horns while Pink finally took a step back, letting two “doctors” do what ever with you.

Alert, you huddled in to corner, not knowing what else is happening, eyes glued to Elf while Red was retrieving something from many cabinets, grumbling like an old man. It came over with something flat in his hand, tapped on it and directed at you, making you press your self in corner, shaking your head.

“Oh hell nah, nah nah nah, stay away, what ever this is stay AWAY!” you raised your voice, screaming now, panicking when the thing was brought closer. There is no where to run, so you though your hands up, shielding your self, closing eyes and getting ready to be hurt. You heard some noise, bright light and then.... nothing. Confused, you opened one eye, watching as line of light went down your body, navigated by Red horns, moving slowly, then go up, momenteraly blinding you, making you jerk and rubbed your eyes. The light went over your body a few times, you getting confused. It stopped with a beeping noise and red horns lifted the machine to his head, staring at it with confusion before reching for you. You did not wanted to see where it will go, bolting ay from the hand, missing it by inch, but being small did not mean quick, robot quickly wrapped his hand around your torso, not squeezing and lifted up. It bubbled again, his other hand putting console down and reaching behind you, turning over and then hooking under your suit. You started screaming again, wriggling as the suit started groaning against your skin and metal fingers, hearing the seams groan and tear, able to feel fabric stretch and rip, slowly being pilled of you like some kind of banana skin, no matter how hard you protested, leaving you only in “PJ”- a blue suite that you wore under the suite to keep you warm. But even it was not spared, quickly stripped of you, leaving in only undies. You swore at them like a sailor, punching and kicking the hand and when they put you down, you covered your personal bits with shame, running for the corner and huddling in it, glaring with anger and hatred at two bots who seemed to be interested in your clothes. You just let them study it, because right now you are very much emberesed with your body being naked, with nothing to cover up. Pink chuckled quietly at you while one of “doctors” finally reacted to your predicament, leaving to quickly return with cloth, handing it over you, which you snapped quickly, scaring the BOT to pull back from how fast you snatched covering, looking at red horns.

After peeling strange layer off the real body, both scientist bend over the covering, mumbling in between them self, momenteraly reuniting with reality to replace fabric for little one, who seemed to be ashamed to be seen without it around their body, snatching it so fats, Wheeljack stumbled backwards, making Elita-One chuckle. Two scientist spend a few more seconds over the fabric, Ratchet taking it to one of many equipment’s he had, examining it under his microscope, moving it with pincers, letting a few gasps.

“So?” tiered of not having answers, Elita finally made her known “Any ideas?”

“Well, first thing first,” Walking over, Wheeljack lifted small one up, who fought as they were lifted up by him, no longer liking him “This is an organick life form. The reason Prime can not find much about it is because it is so rare to come across it, they were considered a myth. They are fragile, easily hurt, incredibly week compared to our kind and require more intense maintenance to function”

“And why are you so interested in their outer layer armour?” coking her eyebrow, Elita reached for Scraplet, who seemed to be happy to be in her hands, reaching their small servos towards her, relaxing once presed against her chest, curling in to them self “they don’t seem to be happy about it.”

“Mostly because of what came up on the scan” Ratchet replied, tapping a few buttons and bringing the vision of microscope to every ones view. Opticks growing wide, ELtia took a step back, little one still nestled in to her safety. As Ratchet cut carefully in to strange material and pealed it away, a layer of wires  opened up to every ones view, connecting to boxes, small screens and other things. How did it ended up in the suit and how did the small one build it, can it hold answers about them? Question rushed through Elita’s processor like crazy, slowly looking down at Scraplet, who lifted their head up with soft eyes, pure and unaware. ”It seemed despite being organick, those small things are smart. Can not say for sure if this one is” Pulling from microscope, Ratchet sighed as Wheeljack tried to pet the small thing, who only hid away form him in Elita’s servos, letting angry chirps out. “But if we tinker around with this primitive technology, we might uncover their language and translate it. For now it is hopples to even try to communicate.”

“Hmm...” Elita sighed heavily, letting her servo run up and down the back, able to feel small bumps along the back. “any thign else I should know?”

“Well for starters as organick life from it needs a lot of attention. I heard one of elites used to have an organick life form and it was not so easy to take care of them – basicaly requiring around the clock care. Yet he was able to find all the necessary purchase”

“And where do I get it?” feeling something bad about to happened, Elita clenched her servos aorund the small squishy being, watching two scientist exchange glares.

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“Welcome to my humble shop!” a dark coloured bot greeted them, clapping his servos and rubbing them together, watching as well known fem-bot graze his footsteps. It was no secret that Elita returned from patrol with something and that this something was small and strange. More interestingly LongClaw was ready to pay him big price to try and steal from her just to get his servos on small creature, of course Swindle planned to keep small thign for him self, seeing how much attention it got, planning to turn it to mascot for his business, but now he had to backtrack, his opticks carefully watching every step fem bot took, carrying small being in their arms like some kind of sparkling.

She knew something was wrong when two smartest bot’s went quite, staring at each other. Sending her to well known crook for supplies for Scraplet was very stupid, yet no one around the whole Iacon had necessary equipment she needed, and Swindle was famous to be able to get anything, for a high price it is. If she could, she would shut him down and his little boutique, yet the slimy salesman was able to find every legal loophole to keep his shop open, scamming poor bot’s out of their hard earns credit. She already can see a lot of contraband, pilled in boxes and tucked away in shelfs, all shinning at her with prideful shine. Yet she is not here to try dig some dirt on him, she actually need his help. Walking up to the counter, she looked at purple visor, holding back her pride to not punch him square in his faceplate.

“I was informed you have something that I am looking for” Letting Scraplet down, she still kept a close optick in them, not allowing to winder of to far “Specifically for something as this one.”

“AH yes, organick life form,” scratching his chin, Swindle leaned down, focused on the small thign that immideatly running for safety, away from him, but he can win any ones love, all he needs is to bribe them. Still smiling, he reached in to his hub-space, looking for something small, incredibly small. Took some time, but he did found it, pinching it inbetween his thumb and pointer digit, puling out and holding it in front of small thign, shaking it for a second to get their attention even more. The bait worked as small ones eyes grew wide and they glanced up at Elita, then back at his hand, taking a hesitant step forward “Free of charge” he chuckled, moving it closer and small one quickly snatched it, though this time not hiding, just hugging small packet like a nugget of gold, nodding at him with gratitude “Well then you came to the right place” straightening up, he addressed Elita-One “I have every thing you need – water, food, new cage, some fabric for them as I learned first hand this little organick creature value they privacy and being seen without clothing is basicaly as being seen without armour” Counting in his mind how much he can scam Elita-one for, salesman started walking aorund his shop, reching in to boxes and fishing out the product, all under watchful optick of pink bot while he can hear small organick ripping in to small snack he gave them, retuning to the counter with every thing and ready to pitch his sale

“Fragg” letting a heavy sigh, Elita set down on the birth, settling new cage and it’s new resident on the night stand, rubbing her face. After visiting Swindle and getting everything small creature needed, she was surprised at how much care Scraplet needed, and the ride back was not without incident, now that she actually had a cage, every bot paid attention to her and you, wanting to see what strange creature she found. Hearing something squawk, she pulled servo away from her servo, looking up. Inside new cage, Scraplet was having fun, running around, looking in to other small boxes, especialy happy with one of the boxes, apparently a disposal unit for small one to clean them self up and do other organick stuff. Taking in a deep inhale, she sighed, smiling a bit. Maybe it is worth all the trouble.

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Human and their body and hair modification.

For Transformers there is only so many ways to change their appearance - a new painting or a different alt-mode, and even then new polish seen as something posh already. But Humans can do so much more then that and honestly sometimes it scares them.

Natural look is seen as normal and plain, where human does nothing to extreme with their image - a simple haircut here and there, new nail-polish, whiter teeth - this is not to much and some bot see it as a day to day normal thing, some even prefer such appearance and would do their best to help to maintain it, helping to choose them clothes and perfumes, as even for bigger bots preferer nice smell.

Then there is a bit more interesting modification to body - piercings, tattoos and hair-dye. Seeing their skin with all colorfull patterns, metal hanging form lips, ear, nose, eyebrows and other art of body is seen something more exotic - like a parrot, snake or other controversial pets humans would own. The brighter the colour of hair, the more tattoos and more piercing human has - the more "valuable" they are, bot's proudly showing of their little friend, more extatick to help them upkeep they appearances.

Though those who go through extreme body modification are seen more terrifying, unless it was a necessary medical intervention or help them adjust to the body they fell like. Like for example when human undergoes gender change and seem more happy, every bot is a bit shacked that human can do it, even if they them self can do the same, just for them it is a bit easier unlike human, where there is a lot of procedure and medical intervention. Amputees are seen as something interesting as well and those who are disable are taken care of with love and attention. But for cases where plastic surgery is used to enhance once appearance are seen more unnatural and when it goes over the edge, seen as a horror. How would you react when you look at face, knowing that it supposed to be human, yet nothing in it looked like it supposed to be. scary.

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Can I request for you to make a one shot of Sentinel and his pet (human) please. I also love your work!

Sure thing! sorry if it took so long to reply.

Little Birdie

Little chirps filled the room, making Sentinel Prime stop what was he doing and lifting his helm up, opticks sliding to small thing by his side.

Being Prime was not to bad – he had every thing he chased while 134 Primes were still active – fame, recognition and respect and fear. He can do what ever he wants, through the best of parties, have as many Iacon races he wants, entertained by pain and suffering racers, all for a moment of glory and a pinch of fame, quickly to be shadowed by him. The parties where the best, where he can snack on all the energon he wanted, walking around smaller bots, his wings faltering with pride when ever rich snob tries to get on his good side with all the gifts and presents. But even in such glorious life there was still work – he still had to take care of Iacon and his people, even if he did not wanted to, seating through meetings, signing document and do other boring task. The worst thing that he hated – boredom. He can never escape it, no matter how much he tried, no matter how bright the light shined upon him, it is always there, dragging behind him like a shadow. Letting a heavy sigh, he lulled his head on his arm, leaning on the table and watching the golden caged floating just to the side, housing a small thing that made all the noise.

A smallest being ever, no bigger then a servo, cybertronian alike – face, five digits, hands, torso, peds, but made out of strange squishy material, that was easily scratched and hurt, a long fur patch hanging down from the helm - a jewel of appearance on the small thing. It was given to him as a gift from Swindle – a well known bot for able to get the stuff, with moto “You want it – I have it”. Apparently this small thing was called something like a hooman, a native to Earth planet in far away galaxy – a planet that is strangely made mostly out of liquid then ground. They civilisation is still relatively primitive to theirs, their weapons unable to hurt them. When those small things are in big groups they pose threat, but all by them self they are defenceless. And this one was his pet.

 They rocked on the small set of swings inside they golden cage, chirping loudly about something in melodic tunes, trying to cure them self from the boredom as well from being cooped inside the cage for so long without any attention. They wore a blue garb with gold plating on their chets and torso, with golden collar around their small and easy to break neck, with gems mended in to it. Their long hair were let loose, but not messy, taken care of and brushed to make it look silky smooth. They just kept swinging back and forth, keeping them self buizy with useless task like this, making big blue bot sigh with jealousy, reaching over to tap on the cage, getting small creature attention.

It’s small helm turned, swing slowly coming to a stop as they stared at him with those small wide little opticks, waititng for something, letting a few chirps in their own language, jumping of the swing when it came to a stop, walking over to the wall of bars closest to him. Letting a small chuckle, false Prime put down the tablet, reaching for the containment and opening the small door, letting it hop on his hand. Lifting his servo up, he scratched the small helmet with another servo, lenaing back in his “royal” chair.

“Gonna sing me a song, little Birdy?” he let a sigh, able to feel boredom slowly leave him alone “sing” he made a movement with his hand, a simple command that demanded a song from a small thing. They listened, room filing with new chirps, more softer and sweeter, a pleasant tone to his audios. Lifting them up, he settled them on his shoulder pad, returning to work with a bit of entertainment. Time to time he wondered what it is you sung about – could you be singing about your home world, missing it in solitude of tune, letting notes of the song carry your longing through vast vacuum of space. Or were you singing about him, praising his beauty, his power and his kindness of taking care of you. He really did not care, as long as you behaved and loved him.

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Hi i hope I’m not bothering you I wanted to get advice of writing how do you do it

Hi!!! No trouble here at all. I am a bit happy that someone asks for advise.

Honestly, I am not sure how I do it my self.

I write for fun, or to get thing out of my chest and to make sure that my thought can get across I use Microsoft to double check my spelling. It did help that I was a good student in my early ages, plus was a bit if a book nerd. And reading first of other authors greatly boosted my desire to write my self.

But over all it does not matter how one's write as long as it is done with pasion and love.

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Little Alien – part 2

“Why you little pest! Get out now!” grumbling under her breath, Elita tried to reach n for small thing, slamming her other hand on the gorund. She just left for a moment and now had to fish the little thing out of the crack she did not even known she had, letting steam out of her body. Her hand was to big, but maybe B-127 can reach for it “B-127, give it a try” letting a heavy grumble, she stood up, letting yellow bot get closer and try his luck. His hand fit in, but it still came out empty.

“NO, sorry” visible worried, bot took a step back, looking like a kiked pup “I did not mean for it to go like this. I just wanted to see what it was that you brought.”

“I can see this B,” Elita sighed, ribbing her eyes with one servo while resting other on her hips. “there is a reason I put it in a dome. Now it’s hiding in the hole and I don’t even know if they are a threat!” she through her hands in to the air, a black smoke slowly escaping her vents, showing clear frustration.

“It did not seamed dangerous, more like scared,” B shrugged, kneeling down and poking in to the hole, able to see strange creature pushing it self deeper, the head bopping for a moment like a ball inbetween walls, then reaching for it as if it hurt t self in rush attempt to get away, making bot snort “and funny! Come here!” he started whistling, wiggling his fingers, calling the little thing out to him, hopping it will see that there was no danger coming from him. The little one only shook their head widely, pushing them even deeper, now rammed in far corner, out of reach completely. Letting a disapproving sigh and puffing his lips, Bee got up and Stood still, watching Elita phase back and forth, thinking to her self. “What if we pretend to leave? Maybe it will come out on it’s own? I mean it is scared of us and if thinks we gone it will get out, right?” pink bot stopped, opticks darting before looking at Bee as if he said something very smart right now and her face light up.

“It’s not to bad of an idea,” she rubbed her chin “then you leave, make sure to make it loud and clear, okay? I’ll be by the hole to catch little pest when it gets out. Got it” be nodded widely.

You crammed your self in to the furthest corner, sides of your head hurting from how violent you managed to bonk it inside the fucking helmet all while the huge metal fingers dug around to get you out of the safety of the hole. It was not the best that pink one was swapped by yellow one, the same bot that shook you like a snow globe before dropping you to your doom. You shivered, chill running up and down, trying to think of the way out or what to do after that. You can try to survive by hiding around, but how will you get home. Your train of though was broken when you heard loud footstep and able to see some bot leave, you did not get to see who it was, just that they were leaving, your stomach dropping once more. Did they leave to get something to fish you out? You really did not wanted to find out and slowly crawled out, making sure you were quite, looking around for some other place to hide, hands wrapping around the edge and leaning a bit forwards, scaning the area to make sure it was safe. Only far to late you noticed pink huge feet. You barely had second to let a yelp out as your body was crashed in between two huge metal hands, pain shooting though as you can hear and feel your bones scream under pressure. You did not had a chance to process anything when you were quickly shoved in to a new cell, this time it was a glass box with open top. You gasped for air like crazy, chest paining and hurting, grunting, crawling away from the glass wall that was closest to the face that stared at you with anger. It tapped, gargling at you before standing up quickly and turning to face another huge bot. You swore under breath, pushing in to the wall and just waititng to see the outcome, praying for swift death.

“Elita, what is going on?” Prime watched as Elita-one jumped up and stared at him with wide opticks, caught of guard by his sudden appearance, B-1327 was more happy to see him, his little antennas moving with excitement “What is that?”

“Prime! I, uh, I was about to call you” standing up straight, pink bot nodded at Prime, who was walking over to the table, his blue opticks focused on small emptied glass container that held small being, cowering in the furthest corner, round helm looking up and he can see a face staring at him, small, scared and clearly hurt. “I found this little thing on the surface. It was not alone – it came on ship that I presume left them behind as one of mountains started closing up on the ship.” She explained letting Prime examine little creature, lening down, the matrix glowing bright. “it is quite wriggly”

“And squishy” added B-127 with a note of pride. Letting out a sigh, Prime stood up, back straight, processing just what he was seeing and all the information Elita shared with him, a bit shocked that there was another form of life besides Quintessons and that they were able to reach their planet. He just did not expected it to be this small and having such resemblance to them – two peds, two servos, five digits and little face, two opticks, mouth and a nose. Maybe it is also sentient, kneeling down and choosing not to reach for it, he gently tapped on the side of makeshift terrarium, startling poor thing even more, it’s jumping and pushing it self so far in to corner he feared they will break them self. Softening his look, Prim pointed at him self and then at the thing, speaking slowly “My name is Optimus Prime, what is you name, little one?” he can only read confusion through dirty visor of strange helm, maybe it did not hear from it. Reaching in, he made sure to move slowly, yet the little thing let a strange loud chirp, grabing head, taking it off in second and tossing it in to his servo, shocking him for a moment that it did it, but now he was able to see their face and helm clearly. Their little helm was covered in strange long fuzzy thing, thin and gathered in to something, it kept yelling at him in strange chirping way, clearly having their own language and different vocals. Letting a heavy sigh after seeing how scared the thing is of him and the hand, Prime pulled back “I can guess you were not to soft with this little one,”

“It is not my fault B-127 decided to play with it and then drop it, scaring it in to hiding, and I might say I was not... to easy when I grabbed it.”

“I guessed so,” Prime sighed, remembering how heavy she went on Arachnid “Please be carful with this one. I will go check archives about –”

“NO you don’t!” and there it goes. Chest faling, Prime prepared him self. “You have a meeting to attend and I am not letting you miss it, again!”

You regret tossing the helmet at the blue once hand, but you were scared and acted out of instinct to keep your self from any more metal hands, having enough of strange aliens already, letting them chat in their robotic language, clearly arguing about something and you, along with yellow bot, felt very uncomfortable. They are clearly a family – papa robobt, mama robot and a kid, who was more then hands happy to touch things, sneaking past them and staring at you through glass, tapping on it with his fingers like a toddler tapping om fish tank. Harmless so far. Calming down a bit, you climbed on to your feet, even if they were shaking a bit, started moving slowly toward the yellow bot, ready to jump back if it reaches over the edge to grab you. The pink one barked at him as soon as he strated lifting his hand, quickly putting it down. Okay mamma-bot is not wanting him to touch you either, so it just laid it’s head on the huge table, observing each other with curiosity. His blue opticks shifting while he smiled.

“What are you?” you sked, its eyes growing wide just for a split second, before going back to normal “Are you... are you their kid” you pointed at two bots behind than at the yellow one, lulling invisible baby. The bot reacted, standing up and mimicked motion you just made, smiling and pointing at you. Yeah, now you are not a baby, so maybe he misunderstood or understood at all what you were trying to convey “yeah, now, I am not baby” you shook your head, sighing heavily an dropping your shoulders down and bot tapped again, you tapping back just for fun. It then reached in again, of course after checking the horizon for safety, quickly grabbing your helm, while you jumped back, ready to bite. Yet it seamed young bot was interested in helmet, twisting it in his fingers, rolling it and peaking inside of it, being gentle. It was not long before your cage was grabbed and carried away along with pink and blue bot, with yellow bot waving behind, you panicking about where you are being taken, stumbling on your ass and sliding aorund while being carried with two bots still bickered. You were carried in to a room, with even more bot’s who were shocked by your arrival, staring at two bots with wide eyes as they walked to the front of the table, placing your cage on table and started talking, ignoring you and your existence for a while, letting you spectate. The other bots focused on the two, only time to time looking at you in between words. Okay, so you were brought along to the meeting so that there will be no more accidents, just forced to seat through, so you did, taking seat in the corner and just watching. It was clear that it was important, with hologram popping up showing a circular graph, pink one speaking the most and blue only popping in time to time, somehow sounding very powerful, even if you did not understood anything he said. Then photos showed up and your eyes grew wide – those pictures were of cities, tall and glowing, some even hanging upside down from the sealing, bots walking around  and piles of trash, something that was very familiar to you. Waste management problames. You your self lived for years surround by trash, pilled up around on the streets, only getting collected once a blue moon, air pungent with rot and it seamed like those creature had the same trouble, gathered around to deal with this. So it means you were captured by some one high in rank, like president or a ruler as big bot was literally towering over every one and the only one who had glowing chest. Was it some kind of “crown”? You had no idea, just kept observing the whole thing, seeing meeting change from trash to other things that you did not quite understood, but it steel looked familiar.

Apparently for alien civilization made out of metal, clearly with advance technology as to have holograms, they are not so different from humans – the same troubles, gathered in huge room around table to discuss them. Hell, you are even willing to bet that some of the bots were not interested at all and even able to pit point them as they slouched over and hardly listened to those who were higher in rank, instead focused on you completely, making your skin prickled with goosebumps form their intense stare, making you wish you did not let yellow kid-bot take your helmet, that you are sure is broken by now, just choosing to focus on photos or pink or blue-red bot, trying to get more out of their talk and just how much trouble they had to deal with. Then came a moment for other to speak and it all dragged on, with time slithering by like a snail and when they were done - it was clear by the lights outside the windows of huge room it was late. Sighing, Pink bot rubbed her forehead, bubbling something and letting every one go with a wave, of her hand, bots getting up with sliding chairs, that you did not hear a sound. A bit intrigued, you got up, feleing needles bite at your shines and tip toed a bit to see. The chairs were floating above ground, somehow able to hold big creatures easily, but you tried not to think to hard. Every bot passed by, holding tablets and a few glanced at you, some even stopped to try and reach in, their fingers hovering above you, baiting for reaction. They were shooed of though as soon as you let a few swear words out, pink one chasing them of with a glare, and soon enough he room was empty besides two bots that were yet to decide your fate. You looked up at blue one, who stared at you with sad eyes, worry and kindness, leaning on table and letting a huff of air out, coking head to side and speaking to the other one, lifting one hand and reaching in to poke you. You did not move away and let him do what ever as your life depended on him not being angry with you.

The meeting seemed to drag one and eventually it finally ended by late evening, with sun shining though the opening of the Iacon city and Prime let a heavy sigh of release, patting Elita on her back, knowing well that it was very hard on her as well. It did not help that LongClaw was more interested in the little alien they brought then the meeting, constantly asking about it and even attempted to “take it of their servos”, making him shiver from a though alone. You are something new, a new life that seems very fragile and small, yet showered in attention of every bot. Letting a heavy sigh, he looked at small thing in empty glass, looking up at him, with little opticks focused on him with confusion and worry. Reaching over, he nudged them gently with two digits, waititng for same defensive reaction of chirping and swatting, opticks growing wide and helm moving quickly and slightly back from shock at a new reaction – docile – little one just accepted his actions, head leaning in a bit and eyes blinking a few times, shifting from his servo to his faceplate, expecting something. Letting a quick huff of amusement out, Prime scratch their little head, a motion that seemed to be pleasant to small one as they closed their eyes and sway with motion.

“So, you wanted to look them up, right?” Elita spoke, opticks focused on another report, buried in paperwork as always “Any idea what is it you will be looking for?”

“Something that is organic and small,” Prime spoke calmly, moving another servo behind and scooping small thing up, scaring it for a second as it clamped on to his digits, opticks wide with shock and surprise, able to feel little spark beating fast in their chest plate “I am sure thirteen Primes ran across something like this before Quintessons, or at least I hope so.”

“You’d thingk with you constantly sneaking in to archives back then you would know about things like this,” Fem-bot smirked, watching Prime play with little creature, moving his digits up and down the spine, it arching a bit from sensation “never ran across something like this in your previous adventures?”

“I was more focused on looking for Matrix of Leadership, so I did not really payed any attention to what other books had in them, though I did saw something about organic life momenteraly. I will go see if I can find it” letting you down back in to makeshift cage, Prime left the room, patting Elita on back as he left, leaving pink bot and strange small alien alone. Letting a heavy sight, Elita dropped her helm on the table with loud grumble. All this is t much, but also what she strived to. High status she chased as a miner now was nothing but a fading whisper of the past, now being right hand of Last Prime, with more responsibilities landing on her shoulders. There were enforces who are not too happy that the laws were now a bit more “calmer”, letting bot’s to actually enjoy life instead of being scared that any wrong movement will ended up with them in jail. Then there is housing crises with all miners are no longer forced to live in barracks and more bots coming in to activity then under Sentinels cruel ruling, and all the mess he left behind after his death. It also was getting worse with bots praising Megatron for what he did and choosing to follow him, refusing to listen to reason. Her processor hurt and an annoying migraine made her worry that this whole thing might end in a civil war. Letting a heavy sight, able to feel her inner cooling system kick in, she rolled her head on it’s side, opticks focused on glass with little being inside, looking at her with innocent eyes, blinking a few times and coking it’s head. Right, another problames to add on her shoulders.

“Why did you come here?” grumbling out, she reached out, wrapping her digits around the rims of the glass, pulling it closer like a glass of high grade, staring in to little opticks that were glowing with life, that it was smart and could think “Why did you come now? Could you not come like later when thigns would calm down?” twisting the glass from one side to another, she rotated it, to study creature more. It is clear now form what they did before that strange white body was nothing but outer layer of suite, real deal hiding beneath, acting as an armour. Stopping the motion, she chuckled how little one fell back on their aft from stop and trying to get up. Alright, Optimus seamed to enjoy petting little thing, so why not give it a try, she heard that such activities help with headaches, which she was desperate to get rid off. Giving little one some time to adjust and react, she reached in, hanging her servo over the edge, letting it come closer in it’s own accord and let her touch them. Alright, they are no longer scraed, so she wrapped her hands around the small body, unable to lock all her digits completely, lifting almost weightless body out of cage and seating up, leaning on the back of the chair. Thing chirped for a second, little servos wrapping around her digits for safety and looking up at her with fear, going stiff.

Coking the head, Elita lifted another servo, moving slowly, seeing it jolt from seeing another hand closing up, shutting opticks tightly in fear, expecting something bad to happen to them. Yeah, no, despite how fragile you are, she is being very carful, for real this time. Unlike Arachnid, she needed to be carful with such soft creature, gently putting pointer digit on to small head and running it up and down the small long fur patch. The sensation is surely something interesting, and she did it again, running the same digit up and down, able to feel the errors slowly going away, leaving her processor to finally take a break. Slightly loosening grip and unwrapping digits around the body, she let it seat on it’s own and kept petting the small thing, using all her digits, just to make all the headache and worry leave her alone for even a bit.

You were ready to scream and fight when your head was suddenly gently patted, just like the big blue bot glided his fingers up and down your back, seemingly trying to calm you down from suddenly being picked up. Was it all the bots wanted – just pet you? You can problbay agree with them as you your self would every time pet a cat any time you saw it, be it domesticated or stray, only you would let them come to you and not grab them, letting cute cats sniff you and decide if you were worthy. In this situation you were not given a chance to approve of the person petting you, just letting them do the thing, able to feel grasp loosen up and just let you seat in the palm of the thing without trouble, letting it do what ever it want. Mama-bot seemed to enjoy it, leaning back in the floating chair even more, moving you lcoser to the chest, now using the whole hand to not only pet your head, bot back, a noce motion that you kind of felt ashamed to admit felt good, closing your eyes and letting a long pleased sigh, listening to the internal machinery of the huge being. You can hear the humming of something that sounded to close to an engine, propably like a human heart, making you wonder just how those creatures were build. Maybe you can find out if you stay just abit longer.

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Hello, I would like to place an order if it's not too much trouble, since I've been thinking, what would happen if the human that arrives in tf-one is a little bigger than a prime, something like, how would Elita, Orion Pax and D-16 or Sentinel and Starscream or even Megatronus Prime react! I imagine how the big human finds the miners and bots smaller than them adorable, I'm sorry if you don't like the idea, I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. Head, I hope you have a good morning, afternoon, or night!

Hello!

i am not sure how to do it as a human, unless reader is another species of organic creatures, like from another planet where they evolved to be tall - like one of those aliens from ben 10 - way big.

this will be very strange for the metal beings to see a fleshy creature so tall, every one reacting equally confused and shocked, but in different levels.

Orion, and Elita-one will be shocked and interested, most likely keeping their distance just to play it safe, trying to establish some kind of communication with huge creature. B-127 will be more thrilled about having a friend from another world, chatting strange alien up.

D-16 will just keep away because he is not touching something that is taller then him, worried that Darkwing won't approve of him talking to an alien that is visiting.

Sentinel being an egoistic narcissist would hundred percent do his best to impress new alien, who is taller then him despite being of organic state. At first he would show his wealth, stature, position, show that he is PRIME and very important, respected an feared here. In the end reader is still made of flesh, so he will try to make them like his slave and bring to meeting like some kind of trinket, all dressed up to match him.

Starscream will be disgusted, yet will do his best to show that he still in control and leader here.

Primes who are a bit older and a bit more well educated about universe, would welcome strange creature on their planet, showing around and treating them with respect before wisghing them farwell on their future travels.

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Big scary Grandpa - part 4

Humans are really easily hurt, but also very resilient, watching as Rob play brawl with one of terrans, Jawbreaker, having fun of his life, playfully bumping heads. Letting a heavy sigh, not with heavy spark, Megatron scanned aorund, mentally counting all the kids and feeling proud at their slow but steady development, yet it still felt like someone was missing. Crossing his arms on his chassis, big bot wondered to him self what were you up to today, knowing well that you will brag about your activities, smiling to him self.

Its been a week and a half now and he’s been diligently visiting small human every night, this time not scaring you half to death. And slowly started running out of stories to tell about Cybertron, now speaking about recent events and just how his day was, and you happily sharing your daily events, particularly proud of earning coins and able to fish. Though so far you did not managed to catch anything, but not giving up, a good trade to have. Makes him proud. And he can not wait to bring you, just needs to find right timing to take you here during the day, grumbling about the plan. He can try to sneak you away during one of “free time” where kids are let loose to do what ever they want in camp, yet it is a short window to be able to accomplish it without alarm.

“Something on your mind, big guy?” waking up from his thoughts, Megatron looked down, smiling at Dorothy, who was enjoying her morning coffee, wrapped in a soft blanket, enjoying watching kids play fight as well. She is an amazing person for adopting all five terrans and handling things well so far, and the kids respected her in return. He almost fainted from laughing form that one time when Nightshade attempted to upgrade her prosthetic leg in mothers day.

“Something like this” bot tilted his head from side to side, still keeping eye on kids to make sure non will get hurt, though Terrance knew well about humans and their fragility. “How things coming along with young once, they do not give you to much trouble, do they?”

“Non at all. In fact they help around. But I do wish they did not” a snort escaped her and Megs let out a chuckle as well, knowing well what she meant by this. Bee was now trying to get their attention for another training, or a play-training, just to keep kids attention on him, getting all worked up “So, how things going so far? Heard you disappear of to somewhere every night now?”

“Let me guess, Prime is concerned and he is asking you to enquire about my whereabouts?” big bot rolled his opticks.. he can already picture the text filled with emojis. Why is he using so many emojis?

“He is concerned about you, Megs. You’ve been disappearing off to somewhere without telling anyone. I am worried as well.”

“I can asure you it’s nothing to be that concerned about, Dorothy” Meg sighed, shoulders dropping “Say, do you know by any chance what young ones like?”

“Well they do love soft and cute stuff, poor fluffy ears is now getting pampered with all the love I am scared they will spoil them rotten.”

“Hmm”

You yanked on fishing rood, able to feel hook dig in to flesh and something started to fight back. Glee spreading though your body and able to feel your heart pumping like crazy, you started riling the catch in as fast as you can, feet digging in to the splintered wooden planks of an old pier, grunting as the fish fought quite hard. For weeks now you came here during the free time, throwing in line after line, coming empty handed and with less bait, making you angry and curse all that lived in water for not daring to be caught in a hook. But finally your work paid of and you managed to pull out quite a big  yellow perch that you knew for sure thanks to animal crossing. Letting squeals of excitement, you struggled to unhook the fish, getting scratch in prosses, you tossed the fish in to bucket of water, letting it suffocate slowly while you will fish for it’s bodies, leaving it to a cruel death... yeah, not a good way to go, but you did not care, tossing another hook with bait in to water after hours in grilling sun, hiding beneath shadow of your cap and sun-cream protection, you manage to rill in more fish and now were running to kitchen to show of your catch to cook, who ruffled your hair, praising the skills. You grinned, posing for the photos with the catch as to show your proof to Megatron about your successful catch. You honestly looked forward to seeing him every day now, even if the first time scared you so much. The big bot felt more like a grandpa to you now, someone you can go to yap about your day and get treats, a big scary grandpa that was in interspecies galactic sized war, and being a redeemed war criminal. Yet you felt safe and secure every time you were held by big bot, cradled and called something in strange alien language.

With photos on your phone, you skipped out, skipping over to the shop to get something nice on coins you got, trying to think on what yoou can spend it on. So far you spend the coins on useful things and fish bait, so a little treat will be nice. Walking in to the building, you happy to see that the arcades were free of people, leaving you to play them alone, which you will do. Shoving in the coin, you watched the black screen blink in to life, colorfull character showing up on set of metal bars and a huge gorilla climbing up with lady in it’s hand. Classic, smile spreading on your face, you pushed the joystick, forcing character to move, venturing on dangerous journey to safe the lady. Eight-bit music played along, deafening your perception of reality and failing to hear footsteps approaching from behind and only reacting to touch when your small handmade coin purse was yanked of your hip, forcing you to abandoned your noble quest and spin around, shooting daggers out of your eyes at a very familiar bitch.

“Give it back Dupeng!!!” you barked out, swiping at the little pouch, which were easily pulled away. You knew well that you are not be able to fight them, not because you were outnumbered but because who they were. This was a team of your school cheerleaders, one of the best and because you dared to get your hair done on colour, after begging your parents for it, you were suddenly a target. You got shoved, lunch stolen and even one time got locked in toilet. You tried telling teachers but they turned blind eye because Dupeng was Principals daughter. You hated how she got away with so much where others would get punished for vaping in restrooms.

“Well well well, look who it is. How are you doing?” trying to act all sweet, Dupeng flattered her huge fake eyelashes at you, hiding your purse behind her back while other girls giggled as if they knew something you did not. “So, you know, me and the girls are wondering, where is it you sneaking of every night? Are you like, dating someone here?”

“What?” you frowned, cocking one of the eyebrows on confusion. “Pardon?”

“I mean with your ugly face it must be Dave, huh? Are you two like ugly ducklings couple?” girls chuckled “did he give you this?”

Your eyes grow wide as your little secret is pulled from behind on of the girls back, passed to the front with disgusted expression. Every person seeks comfort for the night, it’s normal, but being surrounded by mean teens made it difficult, but you just could not get any rest unless you are hugging mr. Teddy – a generic looking teddy bear that once had soft fur, now curled from all the love you gave him. Blood boiled inside your body, fist tightening up and ready to jump pink haired bitch that held Teddy by the foot with two fingers, making faces as if she was holding a bag of trash instead. You were sure you hid it well, even zipping up your tent, going as far as being placed on the edge, yet those fucks still went out of their way to get it.

“Dupeng. GIVE. IT. BACK” you snarled out, eyes focused on her and venom sipping in to the tone. You can take all the bullying just fine, you are used to it, but Teddy was a step to far overt the line. “NOW”

“I would, but it will be so boring JUST to give it back, you know” Dupeng snorted, hooding plush to the side “I mean I went though all the rouble to get it, right girls?” the group nodded and hummed in agreement “So it will be un-fare to give it back without something in return”

“You can have the coins” you blurted out quckly. Money here was one of necessities for her type and you hade enough to pay the fee to free your toy, plus you can always earn more, just need to think of ways to keep your night comfort even more well hidden, maybe getting a small lock and shoving him in to bag?

“Nah, that is to easy” She snorted and a wicked smile slithered on her face.

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“FUCK fuck fuck fuck!” you swore under your breath, quietly making your way though the forest, flashlight of your phone acting as the only light once more, only this time there is no path to follow, no safety of predetermine path and knowing that Megatron will be there. The task you were given to complete in return of safe return of teddy was to go to an old abandoned out post and bring something from there. It was of limits and further in to the forest, out of bounds of legal camp site, and surpunded by scary rumours. Ghost, ghouls, homeless people, cannibals, killers – it had every thing and now you had to go in to the tall building and bring something from it. Shuddering, you cursed even more jumping at every frogs croaks and owls hoot, cursing your self for not being tough enough to fight back, yet with how your parents raised you it become difficult to. And it just had to be fool moon, shining high above the dark forest. Slowly making your way though the forest, you strated catching corners of warning signs pooping in your light, meaning you were on the right track, keep pushing though. The warning increased with every step and soon enough the old post showed up on the horizon, the old wooden building standing proudly above the ground and towering over the forest. You shivered, pulling jacket over your self and climbed through the hole in the chicken wire fence, over-grown with greenery and weeds, getting closer. The wooden beams were long time plagued by moss and rot, bugs eating in to it, making nest and spiders webs in the corners of the building. Old metal stairs creaked loudly beneath your weight, cursing to bend and drop you down any second you were not carful and the fear bit at your ankles.

“Fuck you Dupeng!!!!” you screamed out once you finally reached the top, able to have a little break and look aorund. The old building was covered with planks, shards of broken glass scattered around and covered with leaves that were miraculously blown up here. Light zapping around, you can see some letters, rusted metal dish and some other stuff. You can see a crack in one of the boarded up windows, allowing you to peek inside. Right it looks like every thing was left behind in a hurry – the old bed was right there, still unmade and pillows tossed around, grey from all the time and dirt, table still had some plates on it and what ever it was molded and rotted long time ago, old radio was covered in spider webs and dust bunnies. Right this place clearly have not been touched by human hand for a very-very long time, meaning you can grab something quickly and leave. Pulling away from dirty wooden boards, you scanned the area, hopping to find some way in, prying on the door, which creaked loudly and screamed, but did not budge. Right, okay, walking all around the small mini house, with wood sinking in a few places, making your heart skip a beat, you managed to find a hole big enough to crawl in, with skin getting scraped by wood and leaving a few splinters in palms, which you removed with a hissing pain, shocked at how huge they were. It did not smell to nice inside the old building, making you cough immideatly and cover mouth with fabric of your shirt, glansing around for something small to grab and leave, really not wishing to extend your welcome here.

There was a lot of things here – old gramophone, old radio, plates, books and many other things, all is needed to be done so grab smallest thing with a date on it and leave quickly. Walking a bit around, circling the table, eyes shifted aorund the place, spotting an old calendar with date and year, perfect proof that you did visited the cursed place, finally taking a step back and just look around, chuckling at them self. The place, even if abended, did not look that scary, just getting the bad rep like any other old building left to rot and to it’s fate, with teens covering walls in grafity. Though it still smelled bad. Crawling back out, you took your time to enjoy the view, inhaling fresh minty air and leaning on old rail, ignoring all the voices inside your mind screaming about danger. The view from here looked better – the huge full moon shine now pleasantly from above, hanging in the vast space of star filled void, the soft pale light of moon shined gently on the forest, reminding you of one of the famous painting you once saw in museum – Moonlight night on the Dnieper. The way artist perfectly manage to depict light reflecting from the river made it look fascinating and the small moon seemed to glow in the dark it self. From this height you can see the small glitter of fire form the camp, the only indignation people were there. Letting a heavy sigh you grumble a bit, hand clamping on the old calendar, listening to the natures orchestra. It was nice to see something like this, maybe it was not to bad that you were forced to come here, taking out your phone and taking a picture of the scenery, knowing well that the phone wont depict the moon just as glorious as you see it. Suddenly the whole forest went quite – no longer hearing he croaks, crickets no longer sung and the owl went silent, the only noise was the howl of the wind. Your skin prickled with worry and goosebumps run down your spine, getting alert immideatly. Its not a good sign how quickly it all went quite and you knew that it was not Megatron, because by now he did not scare the life in to silence. A quite rumbled echoed somewhere behind and out of curiosity, you circled the building, eyes peering in to the darkness. You can see trees shake valiantly, and the movement to quickly getting closer to the tower.

Okay, never mind, this place is cursed, with bated breath you ran towards stairs, wood creaking loudly and it gave under, dropping you to the floor. You yelped in pain as old wooden floor scraped your knees and you can hear your jeans getting torn, thankfully it was one that you did not regret tearing up, but still. Sucking in the air to ease the pain, you crawled up, back on your feet, the booming getting louder and a clear sound of metal clashing forced your heart to beat faster. Yet seemed luck was not on your side as the loud sound of crashing rattled the entire building and a loud creaking and splintering of wood echoed though the forest with building shaking and slowly tilting, you screamed, rushing to grab on to something for support, eyes wide as the building started falling down with you still in it, lungs burning with scream. You can feel guts shift and blood going cold, wind whistling in your ears and eyes tearing up, watching line of trees getting closer with every nanosecond. You can see life flashing before your own eyes, from childhood to the last second, regretting every thing that you were not to brave to do, the building slamming in to first of trees, wood splintering loudly and you flying out, despite dead mans grip, flying through the forest and hitting the gorund with quite a force to knock the air out of your lungs and you swore you could hear something crack in your body. Immideatly the pain flooded your body, tears swelling up in your eyes and painful lump threatened to choke you, but you did not had time for self pity, able to hear scuffle just inches away from you. Rolling on your stomach, you crawled away cus every time you got up the legs would get all jelly and just fall down. You kept crawling, feeling gorund shake from the fight and actively looking for a way out. Yet it seemd like luck was not on your side ever since Dupeng had her sights on you, huge metal hand wrapping around and pulling you swiftly, air whistled again in ears, world going dizzy and you felt like you were about to hurl.

What is Mandroid and his bugs doing here!? Megatron grumbled, tossing another bug to the side and sending an angry field blast after it, making sure they will not get up back again. He was coming over to see small one, bringing something for them as well. It was difficult to obtain and even harder to leave the base as Prime seemed to go out of his way to talk to him, trying to figure out just were ex decepticon was heading every night, with Elita-one not to far behind with her own questioning. Yes, he had respect for both of them, but had no reason telling them about his privet life, let alone where he was going and got a bit heated about Prime involving Dorothy in to it. It was decided to just let him be and on that note he left to the camp, fuming a bit about the talk. Landing further from the camp then he ususaly does, Megatron slowly started walking towards it, the faint light aiding him with directions what he did not expect is to hear something cliking behind, turning in time to swat flying at his helm metal bug creature, legs spread and screeching. Just what he needed, because if there is one of those things surely the other swarm was not to far behind. And he was not wrong, those things immideatly swarming and forcing him to fight. Blasting at them, forced to fight and praying to Primus that the camp wont hear the fight. Moving around, he was a bit overwhelmed when they combined in to centipede, sending him flying through forest and though some structure, breaking poles and support in process. A blood curdling scream filled the air and something slammed not far behind him, his head snapping to side and opticks growing wide at small little form landing not far from were building collapsed and crawling to get away. There was no good place for you to hide here and you already looked hurt, so he had to quickly grab you and roll as centipede slammed it self. You screamed louder, prying his fingers, propably to confused to even realize it was him, banging on his fist and kicking legs. It made him feel incredibly bad, but now your survival depended on him fully. Blasting at the thing, he manage to break it apart, finally, and stood up, quickly pushing you to his chassis, glaring at surrounding him spider-bots, jumping up to his peds.

Are they seriously gonna attack him with an injured youngling in his servos? It really did not surprise him as dr. Meridian was not above hurting Malto’ kids just because of their mother conection, so hurting another human in order to save humanity form his kind sounded a lot like him. Growling, big bot bared his sharp denta, his plasma gun warming up as one and only warning to the creatures, servo tightening just a bit aorund the small body, his digits pressing just a bit tighter in to small body, able to feel little spark inside your chest flattering like a bird inside the cage, earning for freedome. The creatures did not heard to his warnings, immideatly jumping at him only to get blasted. It will be hard to fight with a human in his hand, but he head to as to run away right now will out him in easy spot to get captured, so fighting was the only way.

Warm fingers tightened around you, you kiked and yelled, to blinded by panic, fear and pain that still was in your back. It felt like a fire and every breath hurt, so you could not speak at all, only clinging on while the huge bot let a deep growl and started fighting again. You just clung, eyes shut tight and waiting for the outcome it seemed like big bot came victorious and let a sigh of relief, you finally opening your eyes one by one, staring around, trying to see what will happened next. The ground was littered with broken bodies of huge spiders made out metal, some twitching time to time, but not functioning at all. The rumble from inside the big bot slowed down a bit, calming down and you finally were pulled away from the chest, eyes staring at familiar face, who you were more then happy to see now. Without more words, you let a heavy sigh of relief, feeling every thing finally hitting you and eyes growing heavy, slumping down, last thing you hear is Megatron worried call or you.

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You know something that I think it would intrigue the primes (or any other average cybertronian) Is seeing humans change skin, like when after sunburn the human's dead skin would start to fall off revealing a new and healthy one

I think it could at first be very concerning for the primes because they never had interacted with such life form before, but then that concern would turn into curiosity upon seeing this new "trick" the human does

It would them very much at first – the little fragile thing can change colour, that some colours hurt them and now they can pull it off. At first Primes would shudder and rush little one to “Vet” every time it happened, to confused and freaked out by it, but after some time they grew used to it, even going on as to pull it of them selfs as well, digits digging a bit under the pealing layer and pulling it of, like humans would help snakes shed time to time. It also depends on what prime we are talking about.

Quintus would be fascinated that life can evolve like this, hundred percent would run some tests to see how far it can go, carefully of course as he has only one specimen and it was his pet, immideatly providing care for them if it went to far like getting heat stroke. After all the tests are done he will develop a supper strong & safe sun-cream and when ever he will take you out to surface he will make sure to not let you sizzle to bacon, let alone be in sun more then 30 minutes. Zeta prime would keep you in palace completely, even if it was interesting to see you shed skin, he still wanted things to be safe and kept you from surface for your own safety. And of course Solus Prime would dress you up in the cutest attire he can get his hands on, as long as it kept

[simpingforbots]

Hello I was wondering if I could have human reader and TFone elita one in it the human lands on cybertron gets found by elita one and lives at her place and shows the struggles of them liveing on cybertron and them growing in their relationship with elita one soon after having a hard time sleeping elita ask them if they want to sleep in her bed and cuddle

Thank you I hope this wasn’t a lot

Hello. Sure can do my best. I am thinking of putting this meeting this time in future, after Sentinel became a twix, but before war. In more peaceful times. might even take few chapter so head up.

Little Alien - part 1

You were no one special and you knew it. Unlike every one else on this ship you did not go to some expensive college, or was a genius gifted kid who managed to ace every thing, or just well adducted person who did their best to earn their spot here. You were just a normal, run of the mill, human being, who happen to win this stupid lottery and decided to take a bite. The months of grilling training for the launch off, space and it’s zero gravity and how to act was enough to make you second guess, yet you still decided to stay. How many people can tell their future generation that they were in actual space, joining egg heads for some kind of experiment. What you did not know that you were also an unfortunate sap to become their lab monkey, after all they need someone to do something

You just stared at the new planet as it slowly passed in to the illuminator, able to see light illuminating from it, fascinated that something like this exsist. All it took is to travel though some kind of worm hole while you were frozen, now about to land on this new world. The leader of this operation asked every one to come to the detachable shuttle, and get ready for descend. Smiling, you pushed your self though zero gravity, enjoying the feeling of being free, collecting your suit and camera on the way as your only job here. Floating in to the shuttle you greeted other people on it, smiling and doing your best to stay out of their way as they got every thing ready, dragging in boxes and other expensive equipment. They been good to you so far, and you relay did not wanted to piss them off. Taking your right full seat at the far back, away from controls and important leavers, you stared outside and watched as shuttle detached it self, slowly moving away from the main ship, able to see other scientists watch you and the team go down to the planet. The ride was not without hiccups as this planet was a new environment and who knew what was on it, especialy of it looked like it was made from metal. You felt the entire ship shake as they slowly descended, landing on the stable ground and after some time you finally were allowed to get out, following others as they all got out, carrying boxes and other science equipment.

“Holly Shit” your eyes grew wide as your eyes scanned alien terrane. The alien sun was just going up, basking the entire world in wonderful colours and constantly shifting mountains added to the majestic atmosphere to this new world. Hell, you sure you can fell quite buzz of something coming from below heavily padded boots of the suit. “DO you think there is air here?”

“So far reading says there is traces of oxygen on this planet, so I presume so” one of the scientist reply, piking up a small rock for the sample “Should be safe for us, but for safety reasons it best to keep the helmet on”

“okay...” you stayed quite, continue watching new mountains grow from the gorund while other collapsed. Pulling your camera out, yes it was on old one, that was printing photos, you still liked t, you started taking pictures, letting the small machine whirr as it printed, giving you a memorabilia of such strange and wonderful world.... “Hey guys, do you need me to take some other photos... for the science?”

“Actually it will be nice” you grinned as you continued taking picture, staying ou of the way of those who knew what to do.

It seems like you’ve been here for hours and standing in one place, taking the picture at the same spot soon bored you and you wondered out a bit further in, not to far as to still be in radio frequency range, taking photos of every thing that seemd out of sight. Like the small tongues of grass poking though the harsh metallic surface and seeming to thrive in this harsh environment, right next to flowing blue liquid that glowed brightly. Walking over to it, you huffed a bit thanks to the heavy weight of the suit, lifting your camera and ticking a picture of the river as close as you could, even able to see it “flow” in picture. Maybe you should tell your “friends” about what you found, kneeling down a bit and reached over, moments away from touching it before quickly puling your hand away. Right, no, you are human, you poke things with sticks just like God intended. Turning around, you spotted a small “stick” or something that looked like it, wrapping your gloved hand around and plunging it in t the river, obtaining a sample. A sound from the other side of the river quickly alerted you, making you jump and stare on shock at what you wee seeing.

A deer – or something that look like a deer, giant and made out of metal, reminding you about the obstruct sculpture you’ve seen one time back on Earth, herd of them, leisurely walking over to the river, ignoring your presence and bowing to take a sip of the strange liquid floating by, one by one, stretching in to line, with few staying on guard, the round lights on their head instead of normal horns glowing purple, their head high up and staring around. Your eyes were glued to them, to much in awe to even say anything but slowly breathing in, time to time eyes darting from one creature to another. You were scared that if you move to fast you’ll scare them, if you make any noise, like calling to your group, they will run away, so moving slowly and carefully, you lifted your camera again, turning the flashlight of. Slow as a snail, you raised it, closing one eyes and looking through lens at the creature, who were still enjoying liquid, ignoring your presence completely, allowing you to take as many photos as you want. Finally one of them noticed you, the light shifting for just a second to red, before going purple again, the head slightly tilting to the side, it’s small eyes shifting rapidly, waiting for any action from you. And so did you, watching them in return, ready to run in case those huge metal beast decides you were danger. Finally it decided to see what you was about, jumping over the narrow for him river, making you jump and take few steps back, freezing a bit as it walked over, graceful as one would be on earth, heavy body making idle mechanic noises as it slowly walked over, head low and lights blue, closing the distance. You carefully lifted your hands up and try not to look threatening to something metal and big, just letting it inspect you, and it seemd like the thing approved of you, the head bumping in to your side lightly, yet still making you stumble, rubbing a bit and light turning green with a ding, letting human let a heavy sigh of relief, lifting hands toward the head and letting it slide up and down the metal segmented head, able to feel quite buzz and warmth even beneath gloves.

“Wow, you are beautiful!” you whispered, smiled creeping up not your face, the mask fogging up a bit with your breath speeding up, able to feel your heart pounding in the chest. “just what are you? Hehe” you let a chuckle, bracing your self as the rest of the flock came over to “inspect” new creature, head budding you as well and soon enough the entire heard was playfully bumping heads to get their own share of head pats, making you savour the moment that you were the first to interact with alien life, even if it was wild one, it still was amazing, so in the moment that you were unable to feel that the distant faint rumble grew nearer, and when it become a small tremor that it seemed to finally alert the deer, their heads shooting up, scaring you a bit, with their rings turning red and quickly scramble away, forcing you to curl up and cover your head from them running over you, almost trembling you to death with their huge heavy metal hoofs and weight. When they ran away, you got up, confused just what was going on, turning your head to horizon and watching carefully, seeing something that was not right.

Mountains, they were growing closer, shifting quicker and quicker toward your and your team direction, but could it be just your imagination. Confused you reached for the tablet on your hand, taping it to activate your radio, calling out to the team, asking if every thing was okay, only to get static. The mountains grew nearer and tremors grew harder, finally sending you in to panic mode, turning around and running back to the ship, stumbling with every shake and heart pounding. Why did you wonder so far?! You kept running, panting and screaming for the team, eyes pilled on horizon and seeing your team finally react to earthquake, gathering expensive equipment on to the ship in a hurry, constantly looking back. Why were they looking back, what was going on. Regretfully you turned your head, stumbling over your feet, catching just in time as to not fall, eyes growing so wide you could feel them almost pop out of the scull – the constantly shifting mountain were rapidly moving towards you, sending violent earthquakes along, and the sight alone pumped more adrenalin in to human’s blood stream, the chain of exhaustion quickly falling of, screaming louder, turning your head and speed up as much as you could in the heavy suite, waving your hands at last person jumping in.

“Wait! Wait! FUCK!!!” You yelled loud enough to even burst your own ear drums, tears forming as you watch human look in between inside the ship and you, diving in and the ship slowly rising up, the engines roaring no lounder then the grumble of the ground, slowly kicking in and flying away, leaving you behind to your doom. You screamed in anger, fear and pity for your self as the shifting mounted quickly caught up, tossing you around like some kind of tennis ball. You felt every bump and toss, sharp edges digging in to you and you fell on your head to hard, knocking you out.

Ever since Orion become a prime every thing seemed to change for the best. No bot had to slave away in mines as energon flowed through city and it was plenty then enough for every one, the only reason mines were still were open was for minerals and safety was at all time high with Elita-one on control. And she was quite proud of it, after all she did spend most of her life reaching for high position, and now she was right hand of Optimus Prime, with a lot of paperwork and responsibilities, along with all the stress. Hunched over another stack of data-pads, it took every thing not to throw it at poor sap who came in, bringing more documents and thankfully some energon to help her power though this entire mess even if the energon crisis was over, there were other troubles that needed to be taken care of. Like sudden influx of young bots, waste and a clear as day divide between those who could live in comfort and those who could not, something even Prime did not approve much, seeing as every one were equal. Letting bot place data-pads and energon in front of her, she waved them off, leaning back in chair with a grunt.  Besides those problames there were still Quintessons, who are now no longer provided with energon by Sentinel and Megaron with high gurds, now knowns as decepticons, constantly causing trouble and even starting roomers about false Prime.

She needs a break. Getting up, Elita headed out, passing by B-127, who was happily talking some ones audio off, a smile creeping on her faceplate to see him so free after hearing where he was, finally enjoying a proper life that was intended. Heading out, Elita headed up to the surface, wanitng to enjoy the scenary just for a bit, reminiscing about past adventure, driving through landscape when something caught her opticks. On horizon something appeared, descending quickly and carefully, to small to be one of Quintessons ships. Reeving up the engine, fem-bot speed up toward the landing, even if it was far away, praying to primes it was nothing to worry about, still being carful of shifting terrain. By the time she reached the spot she calculated was landing site for the small ship it wad to late for who ever landed. One of many shifting mountains made it’s way toward the ship and crushing something small in the way while the ship left, just in time to avoid collision with the shifting mass of metal, leaving one of presumed passengers behind to their fate, getting tossed around mountain like some kind of ball before going limp along woth moving maintain stopping. Knowing first hand how ruff it can get, Elita rushed over, something inside her gripping her spark as this small thing looked to close to a sparkling and getting tossed like this surely did not end well. Transforming mid way, Elita closed the distance, slowing down and carefully walking over to limp body laying on one of spikes, unmoving or showing signs of life.

This small thing did look like sparkling from a far, but up close it looked more creepy. It was small, in white covering with no distinguished segment, as if the metal was fused all in one moving part, it did had hands with five small digits, curled a bit, creepy. Shaking of the strange feeling, Elita approached it closer, kneeling down and letting her self inspect it, head tilting side to side while optic scanned the strange life form. It did not look like any Quintessons she’ve ever seen, in fact those bug creature were big and this paled in compression, hell it’ll easily fit in her servo alone. Slowly reching out, she poked it, body swaying before going still again, but just for a second she could feel warmth. Could this thing still be alive? Poking it again just to make sure it won’t suddenly attack or anything else, even if the size difference was big, she wrapped her servo, lifting it, round strange head with big reflective visor swaying a bit, limbs hanging down, big bot could feel it moving, middle torso expanding and slowly deflating over and over, like some kind of constant force, an engine that can not stop even when one is unconscious. Seeing her own reflection in the strange head, Elita use one of the digits to prop up the round head to make sure it was looking at her. It felt so week and fragile, just what is it? Squinting a bit, Elita could see something under the strange visor, could this strange reflective thign move, slide up perhaps. Slowly, using the other servo, she tapped the head, it making a hallow thunk noise, still not reacting and the strange reflective surface moving just a bit, confirming that it can be moved. Using the same digit, she slid it up, opticks growing wide and head tilting back a bit with shock.

This thing had a face, just like any other cybertronian, just on strange colour and weird things on it, yet the expression seemed peaceful as if they were simply recharging. Bringing them closer, Elita squinted, tapping on the strange helmet to see what else was inside, angling it along the way. Nothing that she can see from here. Looking up, she had to wonder if this one was left behind as to let other escape the shifting mass or they were unlucky enough as to not get on the ship when disaster stuck, what ever it was, she can no leave it here, no matter how much she wanted. Letting a heavy exhausted sight, fem bot stood up, leaning on the mass and turned, heading back to the Iacon, already getting a headache just from thinking what will happened when she brings this strange creature there, especialy Bee with all his questions.

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Why is every thign hurts? Letting a grunt out, you tried opening your eyes, immideatly getting assaulted by light, forcing you to squint and raise your hand to shield eyes from such suden brightness. Where were you? Not on the ship that was for sure as there was no ideal chatter of tv captain put on as to not let the crew go crazy due to all the silence outside the ship. Who wouldn’t if you had to spend months floating in vacuum of space with no constant noise that ususaly surrounded you on Earth – all the nature sounds and human life, a constant, even if not noticeable, noise. Slowly getting up, you can feel fresh bruises painfully sting all over you, a sigh of relieve escapes you, seeing that you managed to get out of what ever the fuck was happening alive, with only cracked visor, quickly putting panic in to your head. Even if there was air that in theory was breathable, it was still not the best. Taking a few deep breath you did not notise anything bad happening, no dizziness, or sharp pain in chest, meaning it was alright. Good. Hold on, where are you?

Finally snapping back in to reality, your eyes grew wide while you looked around, head snapping from one side to another. You were in the hugest room you could even imagine, bigger then the room you visited back in the day during the “tour” where guide explained what was going on and what you singed up for, showing of the top of the notch technology. No, this was bigger, much-much bigger and it seamed like you were on something huge that extended a bit further and dropped quickly, getting up, you walk, spinning around, eyes wide and instinctively reaching for the camera, bumping in to something. You bumped in to the glass... what? Putting your hand on it, you followed the slightly noticeable surface, trailing it above and behind you, horror slowly sipping in. Dome, where ever you were placed in to the glass dome like some kind of spider caught in a glass, you are not a bug! Panicking, tried to get under it, the gloves are to thick to do the job, and even if they could, you doubt you can lift something so big and heavy. So banging it is. Drumming your fist on the surface, you yell

“HEY! Let me out! Let me out!!!” you shouted on top of your lungs, bot fist hammering on the surface, hell even kicking, trying to get attention of what ever it is caught you. Do you really want to? No, but you have to get out and try to call “home” to get the hell of this planet and tell every one to not come back. “HEY!!!”

Something seemd to hear you and a heavy, like very heavy footsteps echoed though the entire place, you freezing and staring at what clearly was door frame, eyes glued and heart pounding, expecting something to pop in all while your brain started processing every thign at once. You were in a huge dome, in a hugest room big enough to fit in 10 of the ships you travelled through space, you saw huge deer made out of metal, so what can be stomping so loudly through the hallway. As realisation quickly hit you like a frag train, sweat pooling on your back you quickly stopped banging and just stared quietly at the doorframe. It did not take to long for the source of the stomping to slowly peer in, metal fingers wrapping around the edge of doorframe, and a huge metal head with strange helm popped in. Of God, it had a face and it’s huge blue glowing eyes staring at you like a child staring at the new thing they just found. Both of you just stared at each other, wide eyed, shocked and confused, you honestly were about to faint as the vision got blurry and starts blinking in to appearance. It seemd like the big yellow things will make the first move.

The face light up with smile, it’s mouth moving as it spoke garbled words that sounded like someone put on blender and drill, quickly walking in to the room and closing the distance between your prison and it, huge hands reaching for the dome. You let a yelp when cage left the gorund, you sliding back and trying not to fall on your ass, heart pounding and now completely terrified. Of course this planet will have giant metal people, though huge bot did not seemd to concerned that you were terrified out of your wits, rotating the cage and you at the same time, examining you with the most puppy like eyes you really did not expect bot to have, it’s mouth in a wide smile. How can he talk so much, is he expecting you to understand him just because he speaks non stop.... oh god is that how animals feel when they first get adopted.

When Elita brought the strange creature back with her, every one seemd to be shocked by it and freaked out, mostly confused and wierded out how something alien can look so like them, even in a weird way they ad two peds, two servos, a head hidden behind round helmet, all keeping their distance, and not only bacouse it was a strange thing, but because Elita held it and no one want smoke with here, she carried her little finding in to her office, placing it in a small glass cage so that it won’t run away when it wakes up and she is not there. Grunting, big bot leaned on table, scaning the small thign over again. It seemd to be damaged while being tossed around like some kind of ball, but not leaking anything, meaning that the thing it was “made out of” was only an outer shell, like Quintessons had the first layer, hiding beneath a strange fleshy thig, could it be the same case. So does it mean this thing is a Quintessons, like hatchling of theirs? Hardly, they should look somewhat similar, like a smaller version of them and ugly. Letting a heavy sigh, she tapped on the glass, keeping her worries to her self as another request for meeting came though, taking her to the other side of this huge building, passing by B-127.

B-127 knew that Elita brought something that caught every one of guard and he wanted it to see, yet the tall fem pushed him aside, saying that it was not the time for that, making him a bit grumpy. Is she saying he can’t control him self around something so small, but he can and he will prove it, and it did not take long for big fem-bot to be called for another boring meeting that he can sneak in to her office, quickly running though the corridor. And just as he was getting closer he heard the weirdest sound ever – it sounded like chirping and soft singing in some new tones, getting his attention at full strength. Tip toing now, as to not scare it, Bee poked his head out of the hallway, staring at the small dome with the thing, it awake and active, and looking at him.

“OH WOW! You are cute! What are you? You are relay weird little thing, are you?” chittering B-127 quickly closed the distance and “gently” grabbed the dome, little thigns sliding to the back of the cage, still staring at him “IS this your opticks? Why are they not glowing? How are you small? Are you a sparkling? You are so cute! I am gonna call you Steve Two” he spun the cage, trying his best to get a better look at the little thing locked away and how to get you out the cage, jolting you around at the same time. It seemd like Elita knew he would come and locked it up tightly, taking the key with her, but no trouble he will just

“What are you doing?”

“AH” tossing the dome out of panic, B-127 scrambled to catch it, digits slipping while it was in air and the cage shuttering on impact, letting a yelp and covering his mouth. He did not mean for that to happen “B-127!!!”

“I did not mean to kill it!” Bee spun around, hands in air as angry Elita stormed in t the room, eyes on him and steam escaping with angry hiss “I just wanted to see them”

You yelled as the cage got tossed and big golden bot scrambling to catch you, like a child trying to catch tossed ball, but to your horror he did not and you plummeted down, glass shattering on impact and you hitting the gorund. You must be very lucky though as all you came out with was a few cuts, somehow surviving the fall, but it still hurt and knocked air out of lungs. Coughing your lungs out, trying to breath in, your ears rung like crazy, as if you were by explosion, roiling on stomach. You can not rest now, even if you wanted, you need to run, scrambling to your feet you ran, or tried to, stumbling and falling again and again, basicaly crawling under the huge table, hiding from the sight yet still able to see thing. The huge golden bot was clearly getting scolded by a big alien robot, who most likely was his mom or something like this, huge arms on hips and staring at young bot, chattering in strange robotic language and yellow one looking down, quite. Okay, good, you got kidnapped by baby bot and now the little one tries to convince the parent to keep you. Pink one even was letting steam out of the body, upset that yellow one broke the cage and bend down, piking up a few shard, scaning all over the place, clearly lookig for the lost specimen – you.

“Oh hell nah” you whispered, gripping in the table leg and darting behind, barely avoididng being seen. “Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” looking around for something to hide in that is to narrow for huge hands, you managed to spot a small crevasse in between wall, far away and risky if you do it now, yet the huge pink robot was closing on to your location, so you waited your options and darted out of the hiding, legs burning already but you pushed your self, laser focused on crevasse, ignoring a metallic noise, heavy footsteps an just in time managed to throw your self in to crack as huge metal fingers clasped around the empty space where you once were. Purely out of adrenaline, you pushed your self deeper, wedging in between walks and stared back out of the hole. The pink one was kneeling and starring at you with the most angry stare there was, light blue rings in dark blue ocean of light shifting almost every second. It grumbled what you can gues was disappointment that something small like you manged to get away, moving away and shoving metal hand in, fingers wriggling around, inches away from you, and there was no more space to shove your self away from, the tank already stuck and you are not getting out of suit, not because it was dangerous, but because you will get captured the second you will climb out of this bulky suit. The fingers went back, face returns, angry grumble, and again it is trying to reach for you.

What did you get your self in to?

Next

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Big scary grandpa – part 3

You stared at the big map stapled to the sign that showed what the small camping ground offered wth curiosity and a note of excitement. This place was surprisingly somewhat modern – they had designated areas for restroom and showers,  a separate cabin for laundry room, that also seemd to store some arcade and a small store, a bar and grill that adults prohibited kids to even approach (you thing that they just want to have some space away from all the kids and their troubles), a big pond for swimming, a smaller one for fishing, connecting to a passing by river, basketball/football area, playground, dumpster area. You can guess that the laundry room was already flooded with your classmates as it most likely had wi-fi in there, making you quietly grin to your self as you had a very good deal with your parents, getting your own pocket router as long as you keep your grades up, which is not that hard, plus being a proud “teachers Pet”.

Your eyes wondered from the map, checking all the other posters stapled to the wooden poster, protected by the plastic display from weather – most of them were about wild birds and some animals, list of rules and a kind nor asking to clean after them self you inhaled deeply, taking in sweet scent of clear air, able to smell something sweet hanging around and looked to the side, focusing on one of two vending machines by the sign they still worked and offered a fine selection of chips, sweets, nuts and a range of cold drinks in another. All it needed was a special token you were all given immideatly upon you arrival – a small coin with tree engraved, allowing you to do laundry, play arcades or by drinks, though there was also simple rules: do not spend all in one place and that you can earn it for doing something, be it as simple as helping teacher around the camp or completing tasks set in the beginning of the day, with list being posted in the main tent. In hindsight it seamed like a good idea and moment to teach young generation money responsibility and prepare them for the future life, how ever some students took it as a greenlight to just go wild and they ran in to arcade. You sighed, smacking your dry lips and gripped you water flask.

On one hand a though of a snack and cold Coke sounded noice, on the other you will be spending money in something that you will be provided by your teachers and you can safe the coins for something useful, like washing machine, tie-pods, and some sanitary things in case you will need it and something told you will cus even your own body hates you. Sighing, you decided to go and refeel your water bottle and taking a swing while looking around you already ’ve seen that someone offered 5 coins to help with making food so you decided to head there to offer a helping hand to designated chef of this trip, who seemed more then happy to put you to work – pealing and chopping some vegetables for upcoming evening meal.

Soon enough the sun slowly hid behind the horizon, the last warm ray of light disappearing behind the trees, letting biting chill of night slowly take over and gathering every one around the fire pit to enjoy the warmth of dancing orange flames and warm meal the area immideatly coma to live with chatter and laughter, along with some people time to time singing along to an old guitars tune played by one of teachers, time to time taking request. Right now theyr were playing an old classic – Don’t stop believing with every one joining in for the good part. You sighed happily, whispering along all while watching majestic and mysterious dance if flames, intrigued by the story it hid behind all while red hot ash slowly rose high up to join the older fiery sibling in the night sky, getting their own spot in story maps of the cosmos. Out here the stars seemd to glow even brighter, something that you could started forever if you could, shivering a bit as cold chill ran up the spine, you gripped papper bowl a bit tighter, soaking in the warmth of food while slowly picking the spoon up and humming quietly at the flavour of the food. The moment seamed very peaceful and warm, making you sigh with content, relaxing and worming in the light of flames, time to time sipping on a can of coke teacher handed out.

It did not take to long though for the drinks to ran out and teachers started whispering between them selfs, pondering on who to send to get more drinks for the rest of the class as kids started asking for more, and that mostly adults really did not wanted to leave safety and warmth of the campfire. You listened for a bit, listening to their whispers, trying to keep to your elf, yet your heart gave up and you sighed, closing your eyes in frustration at your self for being so kind, putting your plate on the seat you just left, feeling cold biting your lower part already, lifting your hand and offering to go get drinks. It seemed that also being a Teachers Pet played a good roll with teachers giving you a hefty amount of tokens, saying that you can keep it in case shop is closed, sending you in to darkness to follow the path to the small shop. Shivering and pulling hoody of shark hoodie you liked over your head, you ventured in to the darkness, with your phone acting as a small flashlight to shine your path to the building ten muinets away, why was it so far you relay did not care, just wanitng to get this over with.

Who knew human can obsess over paperwork so much, letting a quite grumble and feeling his cooling system kick in to over dive, Megatron rubbed his face, unable to even look at the documents anymore or he will get an error in his processor, pushing data pad to the side. Karen piled this documents on him after they all failed to catch Mandroid, once again, with this document acting like some kind of punishment. Grumbling and stretching in the chair he was resting on, he could feel his inner system stretch pleasantly, checking his messages he got a few from one of Terrans – Twitch and Hashtag, proudly showing of their daily activities. Big bot smiled as he swiped though pictures of sparkling and kids having fun and from what he can guess annoying Bumblebee to no end. It warmed his spark to see young generation not worrying about anything and just having fun. Speaking of young generation. Getting up, Megatron walked out of his room, scaning his surroundings for unwanted eyes, making sure no human or bot saw him leave. Clear. With that he quietly left the base and headed towards small camp site. It was already dark by the time he left so it was not big surprise to see every human gathered around a campfire, getting louder as they sang along or just talked to each other. It did not take to long to find the little human he was looking for, huddled in to blanket and slowly enjoying the meal, eyes glued to the fire and it’s dance. It will be hard to outright come out there to just speak to you as his past reputation still haunted him and most humans did not fancy him like Terrance and Malto’s did. Hell, Karen was only acting nice to him because he was useful, Megatron was sure of it.

Grumbling and scratching his metal chin, Megatron kneeled down, his silver paint easily helping him hide in the dark of the forest, especialy that the only source of light aorund this whole place was campfire. He kept watching for a bit, as before, you kept to your self, yet still did your best to be part of the social group, singing along to some songs old bot recognized, smiling widely. Soon you seemd to be troubled by something, listening intently and then getting up, turning to face adults, taking something from them and then leaving the safety of the fire and walking in to the forest, your small phone acting as the only source of light to shine the path. Why did you left he really did not care as he was pleasantly surprised by such sudden action, quietly following behind, making sure to not make much ruckus as humans tend to get spooked easily and he does not want to scare you. It was surprisingly easy to scare humans with just his presence alone, so moving quietly through the forest and just watching you walk though the forest, his presence scaring wild animals who grew accustomed to humans away, making sure it was even more safer, even if the animals were harmless at first sight. You walked over to some building, all while muttering something to your self all the way, hyping your self in to false sense of security and make your self braver, sadly though your bravery wont pay off as the building was closed, sending you back in to the dark forest. And back to him... maybe now be the good time to make him self known?

You jumped at every branch snap and leaf rustle, scared that something will jump out at you, your heart ponding a milling beats per second, echoing in your own scull. Why, why did you had to be so “brave” as to offer your help and go away from the fire? All those scary stories you listened are now flooding back in to your mind to hunt you. Slowly but surely you made it to the shop, only to find the lights were out. Walking up and peaking in, you can see no-one was inside and the sign on the window clearly spelled closed, meaning you will have t go back empty handed, your shoulders drop with regret and started your journey back. Only this time the forest seemd to be to quite your footstep on gravel echoing to loud even for you now, making you be on guard as far to many stories you read warned that when ever the forest goes quite it means nothing good. Eyes skipping all over the place, you could feel anxiety digging in to your guts with it’s dead-cold claws, slowly speeding up your walk until in the corner of your eyes you noticed something move in the shadows and you turned your head, only to freeze in spot. In the darkness of the forest two red orbs floated high above you, focused on you, unmoving and terrifying, making your blood run cod. Your brain was throwing every thing at you and it took a second for you to inhale deeply and let a scream out and turn aorund to run, only to immideatly trip over your own two feet, stumbling and faceplanting in to the gravel with a loud “FUCK”. You tried scrambling up, forgetting every thing, fuck the dignity, hell you ready to crawl like a dog just to get away from what ever nightmare creature resides in the forest, only seemed that luck was not on your side as something hard quickly wrapped around you and started lifting you up. You fought and kicked all you could, screams muffled by huge hands carefully plased over your head and you can feel the thing move, but you did not give up help, even if you fall and break or twist your leg, you are getting out of here. You twisted and turned, pushed and kicked, time to time able to feel that you were sleeping out of the grasp only to be readjusted and something slid up and down, a soft noise trying to calm you down, but you did not give up. YOU are NOT dying today!

Following you, you seemd to be alert and Megatron took a step forward, kneeling down, ready to call out to you when you spun so suddenly it shocked even him. It took seconds for you to start screaming very loudly and  dart away only to trip over your own peds and fall on your face. Worried, Megatron quickly reached for you, wrapping his hands and pressing close to his chest, shushing you and trying to clam you down by slightly sliding his servo up and down your back, trying to muffle your scream with another. Someone clearly heard your scream as he can her someone calling out, sending his processor in to overdrive and purely out of panic he flees in to the forest, carrying you with him. Primus who knew humans were this active and slipper, almost loosing grip far to many times, still trying to calm you down, yet soon decided to let your run out of steam while wrapping both his hands around you, sort of caging and leaving only legs dangling out, and seems like having you squished calmed you down more effective as you stopped moving so much, but not completely. He kept walking away from the camp, quickly loosing it and any-one who tired to see what was going, finding a quite spot and seating down on the rock. This is not how he expected things to go, nor to traumatize you to death. Still holding you to his chest, he hummed quietly, feeling you tier out eventually, carefully pulling you away from his chest. You are a strong one to scream and kick this loud for so long, but now could barley move, chest falling and rising with quick pace, finally looking up, eyes wide, only this time not from fear, but shock and confusion, one of little hands gripping on his digits. Letting a sigh of relief, Megatron looked at them with soft and concerned eyes.

“You alright little one? I did not mean to scare you”

“Mr Megatron? What- what’s going on?” you slowly moved, trying to seat up and have a more comfortable position after being squished, even if not to tightly, it still was not to comfortable “You scared me! I though I was gonna die!”

“And I am sorry for this... Must say, almost dropped you few times with how hard you tried to get out, I must applaud you for this.” He coked his head to the side slightly, eyes focused on you, on how you place a small hand on your chest, slowly moving his thumb as to not scare such fragile being even more, yet you did seemd to flinch just for a second, out of instinct as soon as he touched your back, rubbing it slightly and you letting your guard down. “I was passing by and saw fire, though it was some wildfire. I know how bad they can get”

“Ah” you inhaled deeply and sighed, leaning in to soft touch. And not because it was the warmest lace aorund as of now. “Sorry”

“For?” a bit taken back, old mech blinked rapidly why is the little one apologising when he is the one in the wrong.

“I... I don’t know. Its good to see you. How are you?” you quickly changed the topic, looking around to get down. Even if it was Megatron and not creature of nightmares you prefer to be on solid ground, plus it felt a bit.. wired to be held by bigger being. Not in bad way, you just felt uncomfortable, like when you in someone’s home and try to be polite, seating on the edge of the sofa. Yet you also did not wanted to leave because of the warmth.

“I am doing well. How will be you? I was looking forward to seeing you again it’s getting a bit lonely when you have no one to speak with”

“What? I though you and Optimus were good friends? No offence” you added quickly.

“It’s get tiering to talk to him time to time” Megatron sighed and rolled his opticks, not that he did not like Optimus, it just time to time he needs break from him and talking to the same person for so long can get tiering, plus terrance are more interested in other stories and it’s nice to have to talk to some one new. “And I did enjoy our last talk, so I was looking to the next one. Found any other interesting books in archives?”

“Not really. Most of them I read though already” you confessed “Do you have any new once? “

Megatron smiled, quickly settling you on his lap to free his hand. Indeed he had, with all the time he spend reading though archives, and he was more then glad to share it with you, going in to all about them. Hearing all the stories he had brought, you quickly forgot where you were seating, bringing legs under you, seating in lotus position, listening intent fully to every word, time to time even asking few questions when some things did not made any scense to you.

“Did you guys had any mythology?” you finally asked, coking your head to the side and letting a cold shiver run though your body. Megaron seemed to notise it, nudging you jently close to his body and you quickly leaned in to his torso, soaking the warmth he radiated. It was expected as his was a big metal being with all the machinery that you can now hear quietly working inside of him, cliking, shifting and whirring inside, producing heat and warmth that you more than happy to borrow from the big bot, who also seamed not to greedy about sharing.

“We did, we had stories surrounding 13 primes. I am sure you read about them already in one of the book of yours”

“Yeah!” you felt a yawn coming in, quickly turning away and covering your mouth, blinking a bit as small tears formed in your eyes. It was late after all and you had a strict bed time you put upon your self, doing your best to follow it, yet you pushed your self though, after all who knew when will be the next chance you can see Megatron again “13 primes – one of the first cybertronians created by Prime, right?”

“Mhm.” Megatron nodded “they had a lot of stories following them and achievements. Young ones seemd to have favourites, do you?”

“yeah. I like Solus! She sounded badass” you smiled and tried to show that you were still awake, yet your body was slowly giving up and the warmth from the bot did not helped your cause.

“I though so” Megatron chuckled, moving you a bit closer, wrapping his hand aorund your shoulder and could feel you melt in to the palm, letting another yawn escape your body, shaking your head a bit and blinking rapidly to blink the sleep away. Bot let a quiet sigh escape his system, eyes softening at the small human sparkling resting on his lap, half asleep, trying to talk more about history, yet bot also knew how to lull any sparkling to sleep, not against you falling asleep on him. “I have some stories about her, would you like to hear them?”

“Yeah!” you quickly woke up, eyes glinting with interest about what stories did Megatron had cus you did not find much in library and Megatron was more then happy to oblige, starting his tale about what was going between Primes, especialy Megtaronus and Solus relation ship. He kept talking, keeping a watchful eye as he can see sleep slowly taking over once more, you nodding off, thoug still fighting squinting slightly, raising his temperature just a bit, and yet it all it took for you to finely give up, yawning last time, murmuring something under your breath, as if trying to still be part of conversation, time between blinking getting longer and he can see how hard it was becoming for you to keep your eyes open, leaning in to the body and not even protesting as he started slowly rubbing your back with his thumb, drawing circles in your back and feel your little heart slowing down. Soon enough you closed your eyes, falling asleep, making old bot’s spark warm up. Why are the younglings look so peaceful and cute when they are asleep he does not understand, but he will not fight it. He jus set there, looking up at the sky to stare at those glowing orbs of light, wondering just what would happened if he never started the war. Letting a long sight though his vents, he slowly lifted you up, your entire body limp like a ragdoll, limbs swinging slightly at the movement while he cradled you to his chest, you curling up and turning a bit in his palm, string just for a bit before settling in completely again, letting a long sigh of content.

“Hm” Megatron hummed, slightly coking his head, letting a soft smile escape him. He can’t wait to introduce you to other kids, just has to time it right, for now he will just seat here, doing his best to not let intrusive though of just carrying you to base win. Well it was sort of logical as the base was much wormer and safer then the camp, especialy with Mandroid still loose. It relay was the mostly logical thing in this moment, stirring in his processor – leaving you in such feeble shelter like your tent really did not sit well, but you were also surrounded by others and adults, who most likely were worried and scared after hearing a scream, letting a small grunt, he set just for a bit longer, before getting up, big bot placed another hand over you, caging and shielding from cold wind as he began walking back towards camp.

To his surprise no one seemd to panic and adults were enjoying cheep wine by the dying fire alone after sending other kids to sleep. A bit worried how they were not panicked about a sudden yell coming from forest, but with so many teens he can guess that they took it as not so good prank. Keeping down, he snuck towards your camp, thankful that you placed it close to the forest, pulling the “doors” open and manoeuvring you inside on soft bedding and making sure to cover you, not wishing for you to catch any cold. For a second he felt your little hand clasp on to his digits, refusing to let go, making him smile and turn away. Why you have to be so cute... okay that is it, he is introducing you to Malto kids this week!

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Big scary grandpa – part 2

Megatron never expected him self to look though archives to refreshes his memories of the past, scaning though letters with new source of hunger for knowledge, hopping that he will get to see you again. Not that it will be hard as he knew your name and your school, so maybe he can try to convince Prime to organize another school meeting. You will be probably pleased to hear even more stories that he dug up from the “treasury of stories”. He was so deep in the history he did not hear the door open and someone walk in.

“Well this is new” it took a lot of strength just not to turn around and fire straight away, letting a quite grunt as he turned to stared down at Elita-one, who seemed to be very happy that she caught him in such tender moment. “Never took you for someone who would willingly spend their free time in archives. You are ususaly etaher by Primes side or in simulation.”

“I have my own reasons” Megatron took a step aside, letting Elita to see what he was reading. Maybe he can ask if any other social occasions were to be expected any time sooner “any word on other social gathering as of right now?”

“There is one, but it months in to the future” Elita glanced at Megatron, who quickly averted the eyes, grining to her self knowing well what was going on. Ever since that “interesting” school trip so THOUGHTFULLY organised by Karen, he seamed to be out of it a bit, spending time reading and doing his best to spend more time with terrans and Malto kids, learning how to behave aorund them in less threatening ways. "I heard that it could be the same school, even the same grade”

Irish sounding bot quickly perked up, his eyes lighting up just a bit more then they used to, his fingers twitching and his sparked warmed up a bit. Well this is nice surprise. Did school liked Prime and Elita this much to organise another gathering? He really did not care, all he cared is that you will be there and maybe, in near future, he can introduce you to other sparkling and kids, putting you under his wing even more. But for now he had to put his thoughts on the shelf as every one was called as some one reported decepticon activity. Letting a bit of grumble and angry that his ex-troops just can’t enjoy peaceful life like Breakdown did, just going out to race, he followed behind Elita-One for the debriefing.

You hated this. Ever since you had a wonderful talk with Megatron, you seamed to become the black sheep of the school, with every one deciding that just because you talked with redeemed Decepticon leader you were a decepticon supporter. Your stuff got stolen, you got pushed around, tripped and slammed in the walls and lockers, food dumped on you, the whole facade. Your parents did their best to get it fixed, but you did not wanted to trouble them. After all one of few reasons you had to change school was because you were being bullied in last school for reasons you never understood, even so kids never needed any reason to bully someone, nothing significant. You sighed heavily as your class and your rival class “B” were signed up for camping for 4 weeks and today you were leaving today. Your backpack was heavy with all the things your parents though needed – some clothes, spare once, some caned food that was for you and you only, first aid, some books about nature and what is safe to eat and to do, a new tent, sleeping back, inflatable matrass and some other stuff. You grunted as you shuffled to wards the buss, knowing that it will be best to seat next to teacher for your own safety. You begged you parents to not let you go on to this trip but they though otherwise, saying that it will give you chance to maybe try and make some friends. Groaning you set in your seat with Miss Roz, who looked like Roz from monster inc, right by you and the bus soon was driving down the road, entering the lush forest.

When the bus finally arrived to the spot, away from the city and any civilisation, the class piled out and started dividing in to groups and setting up their tents. Some kids were not as lucky as you, having to camp with other kids, though they seemd to be happy as they chose their friends and already hyped up. The laughter and chatter quickly filled the air and you started looking for a spot. You tried to be near the main camp but quickly got kicked out by another set of friends, over and over, until you were basicaly on outskirts of the camp site, alone, with no one wanting to share a tent with you, even if there were some kids who needed space. You sighed heavily, slowly setting up your tent, struggling with metal poles and securing the place, constantly looking down in to instruction, lifting the bucklet up and putting it down, over and over, wishing to your self that some kids were not so hateful and could see thing from your perspective. I mean Megatron was once a warlord, but now he completely changed, becoming soft and even initiated the conversation with you.  And it was a very nice conversation with him. You grumbled, fighting with poles, able to hear other students yapping about you being a “decepticon’s slut” or “decepticon supporter”, but you just sighed, fighting the poles. Though you did feel like someone was watching you, not from the back, not human. You lifted your head, staring in to the forest, trying to see just who it was. You stared in to the depth of greenery, still not seeing anything before shrugging and going back to building your tent.

The mission was successful, the swarm of Mandroid’s bugs were easy to deal and even gave Terrance a chance to train again, with them joking that it was something called “1st levels enemies” quickly dealing with them, leaving the “main boss” – Mandroid to him. Sadly Mandroid was a bit more sly and quickly ran away from the battle. It did upset him greatly and to calm down, after returning kids to Dorothy of course, he went for a flight, enjoying the air and space he needed to cool off, time to time looking down. This is when he spotted buss going down the road, heading deep in to the forest. Ususaly he wont pay any attention to it, yet his “greedy” desire to see you again forced him to. He followed it from above, hiding behind clouds and spying on younglings of the humans. The buss pulled in to one of the less known camping sites and kids piled out with few adults, quickly spreading around and setting up their fragile tents, with him landing a bit further away, as to not get attention and spy on the small organics from afar and behind the leaves of trees. He can see adults moving heavier equipment, clearly setting up the main area for meeting and food hall, all while kids were setting up their little tents, dividing in to small groups or two to three. All but one. He watched this one carefully, trying to see who the black sheep was. It was hard to see as this one was constantly chased away from the spots they tried to take, until they were close to where he was hiding, worrying him a but until he go t a better look at them, and a smiled crept up on to his faceplate. It was YOU. Right here, in front of him.

It took every thing in him to not just swipe you right now, this is how happy he was to see you, but he managed to control him self, hiding behind the trees, watching you struggle with the small fabric that will serve you as temporal shelter in this camp site, faling and fumbling with parts, mumbling something under your breath, time to time looking back at the other kids. He can see that you clearly wanted to bond with other kids, yet he can hear even from here what they called you, getting a bit angry at what they were saying. Not all decepticon were bad, they just had bad press, some were quite chill of they were left alone. After some time you managed to finally managed to put your tent up, heading in to it, staying inside for a bit. Seeing this, Megatron decided to head back to make an appearance so that no one will suspect anything.