​​​​​​Megatron ​​​​​

The punching bag moves from side to side with the impact of your fist​​​​.

Recently you were feeling the need to hit something. After telling Megatron that you wanted to exercise somewhere, he agreed in allowing you someplace where you could go so you wouldn't disturb him.

One after the other the hits come, harder and faster than the ones before. Punches are joined by jabs and kicks. Your pace quickens until...

"(Y/N)! What are you doing?!"

You stop to look over as Megatron comes rushing (yes, rushing) in, and snatches you up and away from the bag- as if it was a flesh-eating monster that would devour you. To say that you were weirded out was an understatement.

"I was boxing; you said I could use this space for training, remember?" You gesture to the equipment with your gloved hand.

"No, no, no! My (Y/N) will not be doing any such thing! You could hurt yourself." The Decepticon lord brings you to his faceplate. "Since when can hitting a cushioned bag filled with sand, with padded gloves, hurt you?" you question mockingly. But Megatron would not risk it, so he walks away towards his recharge quarters. Obviously he didn't notice your sarcasm. "You could hurt your wrist when hitting it. Or it could fall on you. Or-"

"Okay I get your concern. But what I still don't get is why you care so suddenly." "Why? Is it wrong for me to care for my friend?"

..."Are you on some sort of drugs?.."

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Megatron enters his room and puts you down. "Now, stay here (Y/N), while I go find more pillows-"
'But I already have enough pillows to sleep on.'

"-for your protection."

"M-my protection? Wha-"
But your 'friend' was already out the still open doorway. You make a mad dash for it, not wanting to stay in this room with nothing to do ,and concerned for the strange-acting 'con.
Just as you put a foot outside the door frame...

"Now, now (Y/N). Go back inside." "But-" "No buts! You will be staying here until I have retrieved enough pillows-"

Megatron turns around, talking to you over his shoulder. His smile (though it was supposed to be a caring one) unervering.

"And I shall lock the door to assure your safety until then."
And with that the doors close... and lock.

"..."

"Definitely drugs..."​​

Starscream

You never thought Starscream's ambition could run out. Even though he was exiled, lives in an old destroyed spacecraft, is forced to live off of energon scraps, and has no ​​​​allies whatsoever; the seeker never gave up on his 'dream' of destroying Megatron and taking over the Decepticons.

But today he made you think otherwise...

When the mech didn't go into recharge the previous night (his excuse was that he needed to finish his research on some doohickey), you knew he would be a handful the next day. You expected him to be cranky, to have outbursts and tantrums (or at least more than usual anyway).

You didn't, however, think it likely to find him sprawled out on the cold, metallic floor. He was lying on his back, wings sitting low against his back. His optics were open and staring blankly up at the ceiling. You were immediately worried.

"Starscream? What are you doing on the floor? Are you okay?"
The seeker didn't even spare a glance at you, just continued to stare up at the empty void. You wait in silence for a little while until, "You're free to go, (Y/N). Go back where you came from. I have no further...use for you."

"Starscream... What's gotten into you?"

He suddenly jumps upright.
"What's gotten into me?! I'm a failure! Everything I do has disastrous effects on me! I..I..."

Starscream falls back to his previous position.

"I admit defeat. Just...​​​​​​leave me so I can rust in peace."

This takes you by surprise. Did you really just hear Starscream, the mech who has an ego the size of Cybertron, give up?

"..."

"I'm not doing that Screamer."
"Oh, why not?! Can't you see it's futile for you to stay here!"

"One-" you say, holding up a finger. "-I don't know how to go back where I came from'." Finally Starscream expresses something- exasperation.
"Two, you might not feel the same way about me, but I consider you my friend; and I don't just leave my friends when they're down."
Starscream looks at you, almost... ashamed. He never thought of you more than an assistant, perhaps a partner at best. But now, he knew it wasn't just that. You mean more to him now.

"Whatever got you down, I'll help you up! Well... maybe not physically." If only Starscream wasn't so prideful, he would have smiled.

Slowly the seeker rises to his peds. By his raised wings and once again proud demeanour, it was obvious that he was back to his old self.
"Perhaps...you are the only ally I need, (Y/N)..."

You smile up at him; a deep sense of accomplishment buzzing inside you.
"... Now be a good 'friend' and help me with my work."

'Yeah, he's definitely feeling like himself again.'

Soundwave

You don't know how, but you and the creations had walked into the room to see a very busy Soundwave. Not your average Soundwave busy where he works every second of the day, nonstop; but a 'cant stop moving' busy.

At this point you were starting to think that he was possessed by some strange entity. The TIC was running around the room like a madman, his arms swinging back and forth at his side's as he runs. If he didn't take that vow of silence, he would probably have been yelling and whooping like a sparkling.

The creations standing/sitting next to you seemed just as bemused as you were.

All exept for a certain blue colored minicon...

Finally you decide to stop the silent 'Con before he breaks something he shouldn't. "Lazerbeak, I need to check the databases for a cure or something. I may need backup." The bird-like Cybertronian chirps in agreement and follows you to find a restorative. Meanwhile, the two little misfits share a look.

"You think he drank our 'special' energon-" Rumble whispers leaning closer to his twin. "-You know, the mixture we made to give us the ability to stay awake all night during movie marathons?"

"Maybe... We did hide it between the normal cubes." They shrug. "It should wear off eventually." "Yeah, and in the meantime, we better get a camera ready. We probably won't see him like this again." The two scamper off, leaving a befuddled Ratbat to himslef.

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"Soundwave! Soundwave!!!" The mech's helm turns from the datapad in his twitching servo, to you. Glad to have been able to gain his overactive self's attention, you try and calm him down so Lazerbeak could inject him with the remedy.

"Okay, Soundwave. I know it's not easy, but you're going to have to try and stand still. We need to find a way to stop... this." The black glass of the visor stays fixed on you.

​​​"..."

'It looks like he's finally calmed down-"
"Statement: Never!!!"

'-or not!'

You're suddenly grabbed, hair flying as he runs around with you between his long digits.

"Lazerbeak!" Said cassette swoops down and injects the antidote into Soundwave's neck cables.
It only takes a few seconds until he falls to the ground; completely knocked out.

Your attention is caught by two hysterically laughing creations. "Man! We so got all that on video!"

​Knockout

When you were told to stay in the med-bay while Knockout went out racing (again) , you weren't happy. Not only did it feel like the rooms's grey walls were slowly closing in on you so much so that you were becoming claustrophobic; but it was pretty scary all alone. Not to mention you were left with no entertainment whatsoever. This made it all even more agonizing.

Slowly the time ticked by till finally the doors slide open. "What took you so long? I thought you were just going to a nearby race. You were gone for four hours-"

You eye the dinged up mech who was vigorously punching the air and pretending to evade a non-existent opponent's blows. "What are you doing?"

​​​​​"Man I'm pumped! You should have seen me out there! I beat those Autobots-"

"You actually fought the Autobots? Willingly? Don't you mind your appearance?"

"Why would I mind? These are my battle scars! Not only did I fight three Autobots, but I crushed the newbie in a race! I should seriously use this nitro stuff more often! I was never this fast before!"

"Nitro? Knockout, do have any idea what that can do to your engine?! I've been to a lot of races, I've seen what can happen-"

'KISHHH!!!!!'

​​​​You hit the deck just as an empty energon cube flies over your head and shatters when making contact with the wall. Looking up, you watch the medic as he continues the slaughtering of medical equipment during his pretend fight.

"Haya!"

'Crash!!!'

"Take this!"

'Thwack!!!'

"And that!"

Objects are broken in half and tools are thrown onto the floor. "What the hell are you doing?! I almost got my head thrown off! You better not expect me to help you clean all this up!" But he keeps it up.

'It's a miracle he doesn't care about his looks...'

​​​​​​"Relax (Y/N)-"

And just like magic, the nitro wears off...

One sweep of the mess, and the Aston Martin seems to freez in place.

"..."

"Knockout, you okay?"

"..."

"-I am never using that demon-juice again. Just look at this mess! And," the mech gasps, "is that a scratch! I can't believe-"

You sigh in relief. At least he was back to himself again; and you didn't have to worry about any more flying objects taking your head off.

​​​​​​Breakdown

"What's with you today?"

"What's with me? Did you see how filthy this place is?!"

Questioningly you look around. The room seemed the same as always. It being Breakdown's quarters meant it wasn't going to be the most pristine of places; but it wasn't exactly dirty either. Sure there were a few of your things laying around here and there, but it just gives a more 'lived in' feel.

"It ain't that bad."

"Oh yeah?" Breakdown walks to one of the shelves and runs his digit along its surface. He then turns to you with it outstretched. "What do see?"

Scrunching your eyes you take a look at the lone extremity. "Your finger?" "What's on it?!"

Looking once again, you see that on the point of what would have been his forefinger, should he have been human, was a streak of fine dust.

"Dirt?"

"Exactly! Dirt! Dirt everywhere!"
"Breakdown, a shelf pretty much always has dust, especially when it isn't used- such as the one you extensively touched. It's just one of those things. And why the sudden amathophobia anyway? You never cared about getting dirty."
The 'Con sticks his nose (should he have had one) in the air.
​​​"I don't have a phobia. I just read something about all the diseases and problems filth can cause."

"You read?"

If looks could kill...

"Just because of that, you're going to help me clean this place."

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"Seriously, what is your malfunction? This place is clean enough!" You scowl at the blue mech's back. "You missed a spot."

"You're not even facing my way!"
Breakdown looks over his shoulderplate. "My dirt detecting sense is still tingling."

Sighing you look at yourself. The hours of constant dusting, mopping, sweeping and sanitizing has left yourself in quite a dirty state. As you look your filth covered self over, a sudden idea comes to mind...
"Oh Breakdown~" you sing.
"Yeah-"

The mech freezes, optic widening. "(Y/N), what are you doing?"
Little by little you creep closer. "I want to give you a hug~"

"No... (Y/N) , don't think about it..."
Slowly he steps back into the corner.
"Oh come on. Just one hug?"

"No stay back! Nooooooo!"

Predaking

###I suggest you remember this for a very important future chapter at the end of this book...###

You were utterly...confused. 

You had no idea what he ate or who hit him over the helm, but it made Predaking turn into a giant puppy dog. Or at least that was what you thought of when describing his strange behavior. 

He was currently in beast form, wagging his tail like a dog, and chasing after the pipe you threw. Not that he had to do much since you could not exactly throw that far. He just had to turn around, take two steps, get the pipe, turn around again and place it down in front of you. If that wasn't strange enough, he pransed around whilst doing it. 

As for where the pipe came from, the predacon  randomly brought it in this morning. You just hoped it wasn't connected to something important, like one of Shockwave's mechanisms. You did not want to have to face him...

'Clang!' 

The metal pipe clattered at your feet for what must've been the 30th time by now. You sigh and pat the dragon's snout- his tail moving from side to side. "Uhh...Good boy?" The tail's movement quickens as he jumps in a tiny circle. Despite how crazily disturbing it was to think that Predaking may be stuck like this forever, you couldn't help but giggle at him. Your giggles, however, were cut short when you heard approaching footsteps. 

By now you knew exactly what to do, and ran to Predaking's berth and hid under it, just in time to see a pair of purple pedes enter. 

'Shockwave.'

He stopped just short of the bed you were under. You watched silently as the feet came to a stop beside Predaking. Taking a peek, you spotted what looked like a syringe in the scientist's hand. There was complete silence on your part, however, it seemed like the Cybertronian was speaking to the predacon in his language. Predaking growled and hissed.

All of a sudden the syringe is plunged into the dragon's neck. A screech of pain follows and Predaking starts to thrash around on the ground before you.

You wanted to jump out and rush to him. You wanted to help him, to make the animal-like noises escaping him to stop, but Shockwave... 

Then it stopped. As quickly as it started, it ended.

And Predaking transformed.

Shockwave quickly looked him over and hummed. "The serum's research will not be continued. It is much too unstable. Thank you for your cooperation, Predaking." Predaking simply nodded, and he left.

When the coast was clear, you were then gently taken up into his servos. "Are you alright, femme?" 

"..."

"What the heck just happened...?"