*Warning: Mention of roadkill in Breakdown's scenario. If animal death disturbs you, do not read.​​​​*

Megatron 

'Tap'

'Tap'

'Tap'

'Click'

'Tap' 

The faintest of sounds has woken you up. Sitting upright from your slumber you look around the large dark room, not spotting anything. 

Megatron was recharging on his huge berth beside you. The thing would be aquivalent to a king sized bed if compared to a human's,(then again, he is a king in a way).

'Tap' 

'Click'

​​​​'Tap' 

​​​​​'Tap' 

​​​​​​The tapping and occasional clicking continues, becoming rather annoying. By now you were wide awake and standing up. Whatever was making that noise, you were going to stop it for the love of your dwindling sleep. 

Beside you, Megatron starts to stir. A few seconds later you're looking into tired red optics. "Why are you up (Y/N)? Go back to sleep-"  

'Tap' 

​​​​​​'Tap' 

'Click'

'Tap' 

The grey mech pauses. For a moment he stares at you, thinking that that's where the sound is coming from. "Not me." you state, lifting your hands in defense. "What is that sound?"

"Exactly what I was wondering." You both grow silent when it sounds again. Apparently it is coming from the top shelf in the corner. "Stay here while I go check it out." you say bravely. "I believe it would be best if I investigate. It might be a larger threat."

'Yeah, a large threat making a tiny sound.' 

​​​​​​The warlord walks -

"What if it's a scraplet?"

-and stops in his tracks.

"...Very well. We shall go together." 

Heedfully the two of you approach the shelf. You are then lifted to the top where you find two large black eyes staring at you... 

"(Y/N), have you found the source of the disturbence?" 

"It's a-a bat?!" 

Said creature (startled by your screaming) flew - straight towards you. With a girly screech you go stumbling bakwards...off the edge...

Within a second after seeing (but mostly hearing) you fall, Megatron moved swiftly to catch you. With a thud you landed in his large servo. He looks down at you, ammused.

"I believe now we are even."

Starscream 

Today you decided to clean up.

Although seekers were naturally quite neat and enjoyed being dirt-free themselves, Starscream didn't have the time to tidy up. He was too busy searching for the most important recourse- energon; so you decided to lend the poor guy a hand. 

Being human meant that there were certain things you couldn't do, like putting away Starscream's giant tools; but there were still many other things you could do. 

Right now you were trying to climb to the roof of the Harbinger. Why you ask? To take down the piece of cloth on the ceiling's beams which Starscream most likely threw up there during one of his fits. 

It wasn't an easy task, but after some hardcore climbing you finally managed to reach the large piece of faded fabric. Though it is quite heavy, you manage to menuvour it from the steel roof support. Slowly it flops on the ground.

"My work here is done." Carefully you climb back down. 

'Tweet! Chirp! Tweet!' 

You're surprised when noticing the little chick in a tiny nest only inches from yourself. It's little beak was wide open, tiny chirps coming from him.
"Strange, you're still so small. Where's your mamma?" Another hungry chirp is all reply you get from the tiny fluff covered thing. "She left you, didn't she? Well then, I'll just have to take care of you."  

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​Starscream walked into the main room. His energon hunt was successful enough so he decided to return. When he saw you he paused. 
"What is that...thing you're feeding?" 

You look up from your motherly work. "It's a little bird. I found it abandoned in a nest on one of the beams." 

"Better I put it out of its misery then." The seeker turns his servo into a blaster and aims it at the tiny creature. "No! You can't just kill it! Not when you can save it!"

"It will only make a mess!" "Then I'll clean it up!" 

You pick the quivering chick up. Starscream watches as you then walk towards him and gently place the poor thing in his sharp servo. 

At first he wants to squash it then and there, but when looking into its scared eyes he refrained from doing so. In a way, this little thing reminded him of himself; how alone he was until recently meeting you. 

"...Very well..." he says, giving you back your adopted baby. 
"Thank you Screamer!" 

"..."

"Gha!!! Don't call me that idiotic nickname!" 

Soundwave 

When you woke up early morning to a strange noise, you just shrugged it off thinking that it was probably the twins making mischief (like always) and tried to go back to snoozing. Yet when the same irritating sounds continued for another 5 minutes you thought it might be a good time to investigate... 

So here you are, staring at the world's largest collection of arthropods...
"Uhhhmm... Rumble, Frenzy, why is the place crawling with-" You visibly gulp, "-bugs?.."  

The twins turn their visors your way from where they stood, picking insects from eachother like the monkeys they sometimes are. Frenzy is the first to give you an answer (somewhat).

"Rumble here thaught it would be a good idea to turn on an experimental, high frequency weapon." "You're the one who actually pressed the button!"
 
The minicons start arguing, but you don't pay them any attention. You were too busy freeking out at the large scorpion on your foot; and it was trying to crawl up your leg...

You want to scream for help, but nothing more than a whimper comes out. Meanwhile a few of the scorpion's friends also decided to join in on the fun. Soon you were surrounded (and covered) by arachnoids. The creatures kept climbing and crawling. You can feel the millions of small (yet sharp) legs against your skin. 

The twins stop arguing and finally spot you. Immediately they to shut down the weapon, but they only end up hitting the wrong button... 
You close your eyes in horror as the scorpions' tails lift up to strike...
There's a sudden 'clink' .

Circumspectly you open your eyes to find all the creatures dangling in the air by their tales. They were held up by none other than Soundwave's (and Lazerbeak's) tentacles.

The frequency is turned to a different pitch and like magic, all the bugs disappear through the cracks. Soundwave takes you up in his servos and looks you over. "I-I'm fine. Thank you." You muster a smile. Soundwave nods and reluctantly puts you down. 

He walks off, probably going to 'have a talk' with his creations. 

Knockout 

"Knockout, don't worry. Now you at least know something new about Earth..." 

"That doesn't make it any better! Look at me!" And so you did. Infront of you stood a freaked out Knockout- his usual perfect finish was scratched. His hood (if he were in alt-mode) was marked by two identical holes.
"It's okay, we'll get you fixed up in no time. Besides, it doesn't look that bad-" 

"Not that bad! Not that bad! How could this be 'not that bad' ! It's worse than 'not that bad' !" 

"Calm. down. It's not like anyone saw you..." You drift off seeing the flat look on yor friend's face. "...Or maybe they did; but that's okay. They're usually way more banged up when walking in here. And you're the guy that always fixes them up. They can't judge." "Really? This is the Decepticon warship! Everyone judges everything here!" 

"Okay. Sorry for trying to cheer you up." You turn around, deciding to just stop talking. It will probably just make the mech feel worse. As you go to sit down, your eyes take notice of the holes once again. 

'To think that horns could do such damage...'

If you though about it, Knockout's flashy scarlet paint screams 'target'.  No wonder the piece of meat attacked him. Bulls are known to attack anything red and moving, after all.

You look on as the medic goes about fixing himself up. The thought of a screaming Knockout speeding through the countryside with an angry bull chasing after him suddenly pops into your head... and your smile doesn't go unnoticed.

"You know, if you're going to stare at me like that you could at least help me." "Sorry it's just... You screamed like a girl, didn't you?" 
Knockout's stammering and flushed face was all evidence needed to confirm what you knew happened.

You only wish that you were there with a camera to have been able to witness it.

​​​Breakdown

"B-breakdown... Why are you holding a baby...hippo?" You couldn't help but stare confused at your "roommate" (as the two of you agreed on calling each other), when seeing him walk in with said bairn animal.

The mech looks at you then back to the tiny thing in his servo. To tell the truth, he didn't know why he brought it here. 

"Well, I was on a mission on the continent you humans call Africa. When I was on my way back, well...I sorta... kinda... crashed into it's carrier..."

Your heart sank to your shoes hearing this. "You killed its mother?! How is that even possible? Hippos live in water!" Breakdown chuckles nervously. "Yeah, not these. They were crossing the dirt road when I was driving by. It was nighttime and I didn't see 'em until I crashed... But don't worry, I'm fine."

"Well duh! You're a huge metal robot! Of course you're okay! It's the little hippo I'm worried about." You walk closer to the mech who puts the little pachyderm down. 

You watch as he slowly lifts his petite head to peek at you ...

And you immediately fall in love. 
Breakdown watches as you kneel down and pet the hippo, cooing all the way. He found it quite... cute when you gave it affection (though he would much rather it have been him). 

"Can we keep him? Just until he's big enough to be on his own." The 'con finds himself kneeling down, just like he had watched you do, and stroking the creature with his digit. Its skin felt strange compared to yours. "Sure, why not? But we will need to find the little guy some water..." 

This made you look at the big brute in new light. Whether anyone else knew it or not, he was actually caring (in a way). Him bringing the defenceless baby hippo here instead of leaving it to die, proved that. 

The mech is startled when you run at him and hug his lowered servo. "Thank you Breakdown. I don't know what would've happened to him if you just left him. You... you're a good guy." 

He smiles to himself. At least he made you happy.

​​​​​"Not too good, though."

Predaking

*A/N: I apologise if this is inaccurate, but in my country's national parks (when a certain animal's numbers are growing too rapidly and there is no other place that could take them in) the rangers sometimes have to step in. Should this be inaccurate, remember that this is just a story taking place in a strange, AU world 👍*

Today Predaking decided he had enough of you constantly going to him for everything you needed, so he took you to your human home so you could retrieve everything you needed in one shot instead of having him fetch it. 

Five suitcases and three boxes later, you were finished packing and ready to head out. Predaking (in beast form) took the items into his claws and flew them back to the ship, leaving you to check for any things you may have forgotten. You make a  thorough sweep of the whole place. Finding nothing you went to sit on your porch and cast your mind back to the time your parents lived here with you. 

You were a happy family back then. Your father was a forest ranger and would take you out into the woods to teach you the way of the wild often. Reading tracks, eating berries, catching insects...

"AROOOOOOOO~" 

You look off into the distance. Somewhere amongst the trees were packs of wolves- some the same wolves that attacked you. The same wolves your father hunted down and killed...

It was part of his job. When the forest's wolf-population one year escalated to a too large number, and there were no other parks that had the capacity or need for new wolves, it was the rangers' job to kill off some of them. It was necessary to keep the ecosystem balanced and healthy, but it was still quite sad. 

"OWOOOOOO!" 

You heard somewhere that animals remember those who do bad things to them, those who threatened them and took away one of their own. You also heard that they can identify not only that person, but all related to them as well. They could smell it on you.

Maybe that was why those wolves chased after you: they remembered.

"I'm sorry." you whisper, your voice merging with that of the wolves' cries, and carried away with the wind.

"Who are you apologising to, femme?" Predaking inquires after transforming. He was quick to deliver your things.

You smile sadly at the far-away mountains. "To those who have been wronged."