#oc: electronica/otto

[robots-n-sweet-tea]

Same Fate, Same World Ch 1: HRP

I love the babies. May or may not post this to ao3, we'll see. Also original idea here:

All questions for this fic-thing are on the table, so feel free to ask away!

It all seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. One moment Blueshift and Electronica were recharging in their tiny human beds and the next they woke up in a cold environment; this environment consisted of a room with a single high window, as well as two beds (along with pillows and blankets) and a large door opposite to the window. Neither is sure of how exactly they ended up in this room. Blueshift was the first to wake out of recharge, sitting up with a yawn and a stretch. Blinking a few times, she glanced around the room sleepily after putting on her red-tinted glasses.

“...Sire?” she called out, jumping out of the bed as she did so. “Sire, c’mon, this isn’t funny.” No answer. Just the chirping of the birds outside.

“Can you…be quiet? I want to recharge a little longer…” Blueshift blinked, glancing over to the other bed curiously.

“Oh. Sorry…I’m Blueshift.”

“Electronica…” the figure muttered before sitting up. It had slightly messy, light brown hair that it was trying to fix. “Where did you come from? I don’t remember any of the Autobots taking in another bitlet.”

“The Autobots? Who’s your sire?”

“His designation is Jazz– what about you?”

“Mine’s Soundwave. And, for the record, I don’t think this is either of our respective bases…” She watched it pull itself out of the bed, standing alongside her. The two of them were still in their nighttime clothes. “Where do you think we–”

“Glad to see you two are awake,” an overhead feminine voice interrupted her. Where this voice was coming from or who it belonged to was unknown to them. “Welcome to the Human Rehabilitation Program. My name is Mix. I was assigned to look over your unique case. Do you see a large door in front of you?” The two bitlets nodded, albeit a bit hesitant about whoever this ‘Mix’ was. “Go through it, and head straight down the hall to a large pair of doors. I will be waiting for you in the office.”

Then the voice disappeared.

Blueshift and Electronica glanced at each other, shrugged a bit, and followed the directions given. The barren hallway they walked down had a lot of doors on either side, likely leading to other rooms if they had to guess. But the overhead voice wasn’t lying about the double doors, thankfully. As soon as they peeked into the room, they found it to be colorful and comforting in a way. It was a large waiting room, like one you’d see at the doctor’s office, just with more colors, accompanied by some toys and books scattered around. Before either of them had a chance to explore their surroundings, a young human approached them, bending down to their height. They were holding a clipboard with some papers attached to it along with a pen.

“There you two are. You can call me Mix. What are your names?”

“...I’m sorry, what’s a name?” Blueshift was the first to speak, asking the question both of them had. “Do you mean designation?”

“Well, a name is what you’re called. We don’t use the term designation here,” Mix explained.

“I’m Blueshift, and this is Electronica. Can we go home?”

“We’ll…talk about that later. For now, however, you two seem to be in good health,” they spoke, writing stuff down on their clipboard, “aside from the weird names, but I guess that is to be expected with your case.”

“Our designations aren’t weird, and what do you mean by case?” Electronica gave Mix a sort of stare for that comment.

“Yeah, Mix, what’s going on? Where are we? Why are we here and not with–”

“Woah, woah, slow down a bit. One question at a time. You two are the newest members of the Human Rehabilitation Program or HRP for short. We rescued you from the Autobots and Decepticons. Our goal here is to prepare you for normal life in human society,” they answered, not even bothering to look up from their writing. The two kids looked mortified.

“You took us away from our sires?!” they shouted in unison.

“Well, when you put it like that, it makes us look bad– wait, I’m sorry, your what?”

“Our sires! Our families! You took us away from them!” Blueshift growled at them.

“Honey, those aren’t your families. You’re humans, not mechs. We simply rescued you from a dangerous environment with the intent of giving you better, proper lives amongst your own kind.” The two of them simply stared at Mix. Tears were already starting to form.

“I…I want to go back home…I want my sire, I want Jazz,” Electronica hiccuped a bit, wiping the tears away with the back of its hand.

“And I want Soundwave! You’d better return us to them or else!”

“You, as children, sure are feisty. I’ll be sure to let your new families know of your attachment issues to these monsters.” New families? Monsters? What in Primus’ name was Mix talking about? The children stared at them more, this time with more curiosity but also disgust. “Now, what else is there…? Oh, that’s right! Since we’re on a bit of a deadline, you get to meet your new families today instead of later. Thankfully, we called them in before you two woke up. I’m sure they’ll be very excited to meet you.”

“NO!”

“I’m sorry, is something the matter, uh…Blueshift, was it?” Mix was trying to be as calm as possible about all of this.

“I don’t want some lame organic family!”

“Me neither! I want my sire!”

“Well– I– I’m sorry, but that’s not a choice either of you get to make. You’re just going to have to learn to live with it.”

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Same Fate, Same World Ch3: Home

I think this is gonna be the last chapter for this mini-series. Sorry if it feels rushed... If you'd like to see more of the bitlets, feel free to suggest ideas for them in my ask box!

Seven years. It’s been seven years since then. The bitlets absolutely hated every second that they were with their organic “families.” They were constantly moving around on these weird trips, that part they didn’t mind, with the downside being that they could not go out of anyone's sight. That part they minded a lot. Especially when it’s seven years of the same shit over and over and over. Countless attempts to run away and sneak out, only to be met with stricter and reinforced surveillance. Eventually, they learned to just…live with it, accepting their fate and the fact that no one was coming for them.

The only thing they had keeping them going at this point was each other.

In that seven-year timeframe, the bitlets had been enrolled into a human school, put on several medications (mainly Blueshift for her “aggressive nature”), and were given the life of two seemingly normal human lives. They despised it all. Not being able to talk about their “old” families, not being able to use the Cybertronian terminology for anything– it flat-out sucked. Primus, they weren’t even allowed to call each other Blueshift or Electronica anymore; it was just Arizona and Otto now.

“You two have a good day at school! We’ll see you when you get home.”

“Whatever, [REDACTED],” Blueshift huffed.

“Love you too!” And with that, they watched the car drive out of the school’s parking lot. Blueshift and Electronica glanced at each other, each with a small sigh.

“Another day in purgatory, Otto?”

“Another day in purgatory,” it nodded as they started to walk together towards the school. “What do you suppose we’ll be learning about today?”

“Dunno, don’t really care at this point. Like, I love the learning part, but I hate the teachers and everyone else in this hellhole. I’m just glad we’re in most of the same classes.”

“Exactly! Let’s just get this over with, then we can go home and play whatever video games we have.” And that’s exactly what they did. Well, the school part anyway. They wouldn’t be going home this particular day. Once school let out for the day, the two teens leaned against the school wall waiting for their ride. They watched everyone else with a blank expression for a while before turning and making small talk with each other. Just like always. Although…today was different, somehow. They could feel it. And, at that exact moment, two particular vehicles drove by the school; one seemed to be a police car, while the other…a Porsche? In this area? That’s a bit unusual. These vehicles didn’t go unnoticed by the bitlets.

“Otto, you see what I’m seeing?”

“Mhm, yeah. That cop car doesn’t look like the ones from around this area, and I know for a fact that nobody has a Porsche around these parts.”

“Maybe they’re from out of state,” she shrugged.

“...No, wait.” Electronica squinted a bit at the vehicles before quickly taking off, following the cars without waiting for its friend.

“Otto! Hey, wait up!” Blueshift shouted, following after it. “What’s wrong?!”

“I know only one being with a Porsche.” She gave it a weird look. “It’s…It’s Jazz, my sire. And the cop car must be Prowl!”

“What? No way! I thought they gave up their search years ago.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Electronica sped up, now going into a full sprint as it ran ahead of the two vehicles with Blueshift catching up to it. They crossed the street, stopping only in the middle of it; this caused the vehicles to stop abruptly. There was no honking, no angry drivers yelling at them to move, nothing. That was the first sign. “Stay here, and watch this.” It approached the Porsche, took a deep breath, and knocked on the hood. One two…pause…three four five. It took a second, but the doors opened as fast as they possibly could. “Blueshift, get in NOW!”

The bitlets wasted no time hopping in, and Jazz and Prowl wasted no time in speeding off as fast as they possibly could in a school zone. Electronica was trying so hard to stay calm, tears pooling in its eyes already.

“Oh thank Primus!” it hiccuped, wiping the tears away with a smile. “Please tell me it’s really you guys…”

“You know it! Electronica, you have no idea how much everyone missed you. Where on Cybertron were you?! And who’s your friend?” Jazz spoke; there was so much happiness in his voice– was this really happening?

“This is Blueshift– her sire is Soundwave, and she got in the same boat as me.”

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Blueshift! Now, what boat are you talking about?”

“We got taken by the fragging Human Rehabilitation Program, or HRP for short. They thought we were being kept as pets by you guys.”

“And they forced us to be with these stupid organic families to “reintroduce us to human society” according to them. Primus, it’s been a whole nightmare,” its friend added.

“The HRP? Oh frag no, we know about them all too well. Normally they’re all about rescuing humans who have been in underground scrap, not those who have been adopted or befriended by mechs,” Prowl interjected with an extremely pissed-off growl in his voice. “I’ll get in contact with Soundwave as soon as we get to a safe point, away from the town. You two are in good servos again, so just hang tight.” After that, things were quiet until they reached said safe point; this just happened to be somewhere in the woods. Less likely to be found here. Blueshift and Electronica were let out, and the two Cybertronians transformed.

Electronica was immediately picked up by its sire and pulled into a never-ending hug. It was clear to the others that seven years was too long.

Prowl looked to Blueshift, “Your sire’s on his– Never mind, he’s here now, actually.” That was…extremely quick, to say the least. They watched as Soundwave landed, transformed, and immediately went to pick up his bitlet.

“Sire!” she smiled.

“Oh, my bitlet, my precious bitlet– I missed you too much,” he whispered, holding her up to his mask as close as he possibly could. This is probably the one time that the two Autobots and bitlets have ever seen a Con this emotional. “Where– How…?”

“The HRP,” Prowl answered. “I’m sure you’ve heard of them.”

“...Unfortunately, I have. They had the audacity to take our bitlets, then?”

“Mhm. Kidnapped them, put them with organic families, and attempted to rehabilitate them into their own society by force.” Now Soundwave was pissed. “We managed to find not only your bitlet but also our own bitlet. Soundwave, meet Electronica.” Jazz held it up to Soundwave, both of them watching as it waved.

Soundwave nodded, “This is Blueshift. Are they friends?”

“We sure are! We’ve been friends for the past seven years,” Blueshift nodded. “We’ve kept each other company in these trying times.”

“Well, would you look at that! Our bitlets are friends, that’s amazing!” Jazz chuckled. “Wait, does this mean that we’re making friends with a ‘Con?”

“Well, we kinda want to remain friends if that’s okay with you?”

“...I’m sure we can arrange meetups,” Soundwave nodded again.

“Frag yeah!” the bitlets cheered

Meetups and hiding from the government? What a way to end this story.

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Same Fate, Same World Ch2: New Families?

Yay for chapter 2! Ask and theorize away!

“You can come in now.” Mix turned their head towards the door behind them, and the trio watched as two sets of families walked in. One family consisted of two parents (a mom and a dad) along with two kids of their own; the other was a single mom, supported by a couple of her family members. “These will be your new families. Have you picked out a couple of names yet for the children?”

“Yes, I think Otto will be a good name for him,” the single mother nodded.

“And we’ve chosen Arizona,” spoke the dad of the other family.

“Great! Now, if there’s no further complications, we’ll just need to fill out some more paperwork before the kids are ready to be taken home.”

The bitlets refused to say anything to these new “families” of theirs. Sure, they looked nice, but they weren’t Jazz or Soundwave or any of the other bots they knew. So, instead, they sat together with their backs turned to the organics in a corner of the room near a table with some books and nearby toys. None of it looked interesting, however, so they just whispered to each other, trying to cheer the other one up about the situation.

“Y’know, Electronica, I think that’s a cool designation. Who gave it to you?”

“My sire, Jazz, did. He said it’s a type of organic music that he likes. What about you?”

“I actually don’t know– I’d have to ask Soundwave about it…”

“Your sire?”

“Mhm. My family consists of two sires, two siblings, a cat, and two birds.”

“That’s so cool! All of the Autobots are my family, there’s big brother Bee, and then Hound is my sire’s go-to bitlet-sitter–” It only stopped talking when it noticed some of the taller organics approaching them. Blueshift noticed as well. Neither of them turned to look at the organics.

“Arizona, my name is [REDACTED] and this is my wife [REDACTED]. We’d like to give you a proper welcome to the family.” Upon receiving no answer, he coughed a bit, clearing his throat. “These are our sons [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]; they’re going to be your new siblings. Don’t worry, they’re very nice.” Still no answer. [REDACTED] turned his head towards Mix, “You said they can speak and understand English, right?”

“Yes, although they…I’m afraid they’re a bit shy at the moment,” they shrugged. Shy really isn’t the best word to describe them right now. Pissed off is more like it.

“Oh, alright then. Let’s start with some icebreaker questions then.” He turned back towards Blueshift. “How old are you, Arizona?”

“...10 Earth years. And my designation is Blueshift. Get it right,” she grumbled.

“Oh, uh…we’ve already signed the papers for your legal name, Arizona. And that’s no way to talk to your father.”

“Father?” Blueshift scoffed. “The only family I know is the Decepticons. You’re not my sire or my carrier, so therefore I don’t have to listen to you.”

“Young lady, that is no way to treat other people!”

“Do I look like I'm giving a scrap?! Leave us alone, or else!” And with that, she said nothing else. When the single mother tried approaching Electronica, it gave her a sharp and harsh glare, causing her to stay away for the time being. [REDACTED] gave a frustrated sigh, standing up straight and going back to talk to Mix.

“What the hell was that? I thought you said they were just shy.”

“Oh…um, sometimes the side effects of the medication don’t wear off for a while, so they may be a bit out of it, y’know? Don’t worry, she’ll calm down soon.” That was the best answer they could’ve given.

“So…what’s their deal anyways?”

“Well, Arizona was found amongst the Decepticons, while Otto was taken by the Autobots. Both were on Cybertron. Our agents work to rehabilitate captured humans– “organics” as we’re called by the bots– who have been forcefully taken from their homes, and we happened to find these two just recently during one of our searches.”

“Geez, that sounds awful. And the government just, lets this happen?”

“There’s no reason to worry. We’re currently working with the government to prevent human trafficking on Cybertron.”

“And what about those two? Arizona and Otto?”

“They’re…a special case. We suspect they were born on Cybertronian to some bot’s poor ‘pet’ and sold to two other bots as pets. That’s about as much as we can tell you, as far as backstories go. If we find out any other information, we’ll–”

“OW! Dad! She bit me!” interrupted a voice from one of the teenage boys.

“Wait, who–”

“Arizona!” A slap was heard throughout the room. Seems like their mom got to the situation first. “We do NOT bite our family!”

“Family? FAMILY?! I’m sorry, I never asked to be put in this fragging situation! And I don’t want a new family, I want my old family back! I want Soundwave, and Rumble ‘n’ Frenzy, and…and…!”

“Young lady, they are not your family! They were lying to you, tricking you! You are a human, not some Cybertronian!”

“Frag. You!” While this was going down, Mix had pressed a little button under their desk several times to call for security. They must’ve not been busy with the way they got there so fast. Two security guards stepped into the room and got the rundown from Mix in a few short words. This didn’t go unnoticed by the bitlets. “I’ll bite you too! You don’t scare me!” Blueshift practically screamed at them.

“Hey, are you sure calling them was a good idea?”

“Mr. [REDACTED], I’m doing this for the safety of you and your children.” One of the guards grabbed Blueshift, while the other grabbed Otto. “Take them back to their room until they’re ready to calm down and talk. Lock the door as you do so.” They nodded, dragging the now screaming and crying bitlets out of the room.

“Are they going to be okay?” asked Ms. [REDACTED]. “I don’t want Otto to be…”

“Don’t worry, ma’am, they’re going to be just fine.”