*Disclaimer* The phobia ideas are not mine! I only turned my readers' ideas into a story! 😊

Megatron

By now, after five months of spending time here on the Decepticon warship, you and Megatron grew quite...close.

Yes, he was still the deadly lord of the Decepticons, but whenever no-one was around, the two of you enjoyed each other's company. Neither of you will probably admit it, but you have become close friends in a way.

You even discovered things about the mech in charge that no-one else knows. 

You sat with your eyes shut on Megatron's shoulder, happily listening on as he tells a story of when he fought his foes. 

"I grabbed him by the neck, drew my sword and-"

"..."

You open one eye. "What happened next? Don't leave me hanging!"

"..." 

"Is something wrong?"

Resetting his vocalizer, Megatron stiffly nods. "Yes...of course. Now, where were we?" 

"You drew your sword." "Ah, yes. I drew my sword and with one swift movement drove it through his-"

The mech's plating suddenly grew rigid beneath you. Enquiring you peer over, but before you can ask him what's going on, you are grabbed. 

"Stay back, you pit spawn!" He lifts his fusion cannon and moves it around frantically.

"What is going on?! There's no-one here!" 

That was when you spotted the tiny (even by human standards) thing running across the room. A little grey mouse dashes from side to side, just as panic-stricken as the grey Con. 

Catching on, you burst out laughing. A death glare is sent your way by Megatron (despite him still inching backwards) . "Oh, would you just calm down. It's just a little mouse. It's harmless." 

"Harmless?! That is the organic version of a scraplet! It can crawl inside you and knaw on one's wiring!"

You give him a deadpaned look. "Do I look like I have wiring? Just put me dow. I'll deal with it."

Reluctantly the mech does so​​​​​​​​​​​. Slowly you head towards the scared little creature as not to scare it away. With gentle hands you grab it before it gets the chance to scurry off. Holding it up for Megatron to see, you say, "See? Harmless! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to put it outside." 

You walk off leaving the 'Con in a slight paranoid state.

Now that you think about it, Megatron is big... and grey. Two traits of which elephants also possess... Perhaps there's a connection?

On your way out, though, it became apparent that the fear of mice was something all Decepticons had.

You never thought a little mouse can make Dreadwing and some passing vehicons run off like little girls....

Starscream

How Starscream screws up so much is beyond you. 

You sat to the side watching as he continues to try and fix the now broken energon scanner. You offered to help him, but apparently the suggestion injured his mechly pride. Thus came hours of constant moody outbursts and you learning a lot of colorful Cybertronian words. 

With a huff you get up. "Starscream, I'm going for a walk." The seeker grunts in a half hearted response, too busy to care. Shrugging, you climb down the ladder on the side of the table. 

You decide to go explore the ship a little more. Yes, you have been staying here for a few months now, but the Harbinger is big (to a human) and you didn't ever really have the time to thoroughly check it out. 

You walked along the hallway leading to the furthest point of the ship, hoping that you would find something interesting. You knew that it broke in two whilst entering the planet's atmosphere and that the other piece was under ground somewhere far away. When reaching the dead end, you were disappointed. You expected to find something other than just a big pile of rocks. 

"Well, guess I'll just head back-" 

"Meow!" 

You look around. The cat's brown furr can easily blend in with the dark rocks, which makes it hard to see it immediately. But once you do, you find it slowly approaching you.

"Awww, here little kitty!" The tiny feline comes to you and rubs its head against your outstretched hand. You scratch it behind the ears, earning cute little purrs. This definitely was an interesting find.

"Now how did you get in here..?" 

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Starscream was almost done with the repairs on the scanner when you came back- cat cradled in your arms. "Starscream...? Starscream? Star-" 

"What?! I'm busy!"

The mech's optics trail down when feeling something small and furry brushing against his ped. Red orbs meet large green ones and the starting contest begins...

"..."

"..."

....until the seeker's shrill scream makes the cat run away and into your arms.

"Keep that....parasitic beast away from me!" 

The grey mech jumps onto the table(breaking the scanner), heeled peds held up high and away from the "parasitic beast". 

You smirk. "Awwww, but she won't hurt a fly!" 

"No! The flies live on it! Now release that thing outside before I blow it up!" 

"Okay, yeesh." You head outside as instructed, rescuing the poor tabby from her sire demise. 

'I don't get why he freaked out like that.'

"It was probably allergies..." 

Soundwave

A long night without much sleep/recharge due to a apparent dangerous mission- the others being out late and you worrying because the were out late- lead to a long nap the following day.

You and Ravage have apparently decided to take part in this activity together by the looks of it.

That was, until the faintest of sounds woke you up. A light fluttering noise- like that of wings - was starting to disturb the two of you from slumber. Groggily you open your eyes and look where it was coming from.

Your eyes soon fall on a small, colorful spot bumping against the glass of the window every so often. Ravage also seems to notice it, his ears perking. "How do you think a butterfly got here? There are no open windows..." The feline next to you just shrugs and lies back down to continue his slumber, not seeming to care.

You squint your eyes. "You're just going to leave it?" He gives you a 'What am I supposed to do?' look. "We are going to save it. All you have to do is help me open the window." The minicon vents and stands up. He then starts leaping up and onto things to get to the window. You smirk, "Thank you Ravage! You are a hero!" 

He just shakes his helm, jumping onto the ledge. He slips, however, when he is startled by the door opening. Luckily one of Soundwave's tentacles caught him before the kitty could fall.

The 'Cons visor turns to you for an explanation, but the butterfly beats you to it. It flutters down, makes a little loop and comes to land on the black screen of his visor. You thought it was adorable, but it was hard to see what Soundwave's feelings were towards the lycaenid.

...Until he started running away frantically. 

With the speed of a Cybertronian on red energon, the usually calm and composed Decepticon ran from one end of the room to the other, desperately trying to escape the one little insect.

You were laughing hysterically when you noticed another butterfly that decided to join in on the fun.

....and another...

...and another...

And so they continued to appear from nowhere. Once they did, they all do the same: Chase Soundwave. This went on until your friend (along with Lazerbeak who decided to eject) was being chased by a multicolored swarm. 

You could've sworn you heard someone screaming...

Knockout

Today was quite boring for Knockout in the aspect of having no work to do. There were no patients, the medbay and every tool in it was spotless and there was not a single scratch nor dull spot on his finish.

Then again, he didn't want to do anything. Even the thought of going out racing didn't seem appealing...

You, however, were being a little more productive and decided to read a magazine. The feeling of eyes (or rather optics) boring into you never left the entire time. Seeing the usually cocky and self-interested doctor just sitting and staring at you for entertainment was kinda creepy... 

Sighing you put the article down. "Uhhhh, Knockout? Can you maybe not stare at me like that?" As if only just noticing that he was doing so, the red mech blinks and looks away awkwardly. "Sorry Doll..." 

"Okay, it's obvious you're bored out of your mind. If you're going to stare at something, why not make it the TV?"  

"Fine~" He scoots closer and waits for whatever is showing on the tv set to show. The screen flickers to life and you start scrolling through the channels until you find something worth watching. 

"-Next on Fixing Fenders we repair a 1971 – Plymouth Barracuda 426 Hemi. Now this beauty obtained some damage through the years, but still has much potential-" 

The mech sitting behind you starts choking on air at thethe sight of the car's state. "How could anyone allow that to happen to their vehicle?!" "Well, these cars are usually really old and it costs a lot of money to buy new parts." "Still!" 

You just role your eyes and continue watching the show. Knockout stays silent for a while, just watching the everything unfolding on the screen. That was, until it came to the part where the grease monkeys had to rip the car apart in order to start repairs. You would think that something like this would not phase the Doctor of Doom.

The mechanics started the process by unscrewing the doors, trunk and hood. This got Knockout a little uneasy. Then they started ripping out the interior, which got the mech even more disturbed. 

But it wasn't until they scratched the paint that the poor mech stood up stiffly and walked away. 

Breakdown

"Wait! No! Go to the left! The left!" "I'm trying!" 

You and Breakdown sat in front of the monitor, controler in hand. "Look out for Harley Quinn's giant hammer!" "What? No way! I'm the only one with a hammer-" 

Your friend cuts himself off when his character on screen gets crushed and breaks into little pieces. "...That was... a big hammer... It kinda looks like the Forge of Solus Prime!"

"Breakdown, I doubt that the makers of Lego Batman knows about a Cybertronian relic." 

"Yeah, and I doubted that I would ever be scared of a human, but once every month, you prove me wrong." 

You give him a look that could kill. The oneoptic-ed mech chuckles nervously. "You know, I'm getting kinda bored with the game anyway. Let's go do something else." he tries changing the subject. 

You lay back against the couch. "Alright. What do you have in mind?" There's a small pause while the mech thinks your options over.  "Oh! There's this human movie I want to watch! I'll go get it." You shrug, not minding. "Okay."  

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You wait patiently for Breakdown to return, but that patience soon turns into slight puzzlement when he doesn't. Sighing you get up to go see where he disappeared to. "The big lug probably got his servo stuck somewhere."

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"Yo, Breakdown! What's keeping ya?" You walk around the corner and pause. "Uh, you okay?" you ask the ex-wrecker who was standing dead still against the wall. "(Y/N) , it's watching. It's really creeping me out..." 

"You wanna know what's creeping me out?" you ask rhetorically. But the mech just stands there, obviously distraught by something. Eyebrow raised, you decide to see what was bothering him. 

There, in the corner, sat a doll. You pick it up. "Breakdown, it's just a toy. It can't do anything." "Yeah right! I've seen Annabelle, I know what those things are capable of!" 

Rolling your eyes you look it over. "If you don't like dolls, why did you bring one here?" 

"...I didn't...." 

"..."

At that moment it seemed as if it's faded plasic eyes were staring straight at you and-

"Let's play~" 

Both Breakdown and yourself run out screaming (his scream much more high pitched than yours).  

Neither of you could sleep that night. Not when the doll could be watching.... 

Predaking.     

*This was written not by me, but my best friend (I simply edited it and changed a few things). Thank you so much for all your support W.W!!! Love ya bro!*

It was a hot day.

So hot, in fact, that you were forced to stay still by the lousy heatwaves. It was safe to say that you were bored out of your mind, and a certain Predacon won't let you be near him, or any form of lint, considering what happened the last time you were like this (he still has nightmares). 

With nothing to do, you use all your energy to get to the huge pile of junk on the floor and fish around. Finally you find an object of interest: a laser pointer. Intrigued, you see if it still works and, what do you know! The little red dot shown brightly against the metal wall. 

So for the next few seconds, you just move the laser all around the room. As an extra challenge, you started to draw some invisible pictures. Or, at least, you tried to.

Suddenly, without any warning, a metal servo grabs you up. Dazed you look up to see Predaking holding you with an expression of...fear?

"Stay back, (Y/n)! That thing is out to get you!" 

Confused, you look around and see nothing. Just the little red dot from the laser...

...and Predaking was growling at it.

"What? This?" You ask as you move the laser closer. Almost instantaneously the mech jumps and turns to run out of the room.

"We must get to safety!" he growled. 

You didn't know whether to laugh, cry, do belly rolls, or die facepalming yourself.

"Predaking, stop."

The mech skids to a stop and looks at you like you grew another head. "I can not! Not until that peculiarity is no longer following us!" 

You held out your hand, showing him the device that controls the laser beam. "Its harmless. Its just a beam of light." you giggle. The heat and the boredom was long forgotten.

Predaking's faceplates becomes a blue colour. 

While you were dying of laughter, the mech took you to your quarters. He sat you down on his berth before taking the laser pointer from you- you laughing too hard to notice. He walked out of the room to leave you to your convulsions.

"I am not scared of a laser pointer." he mumbled. No, he wasn't scared of the laser, but of losing you.

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A/N: Big chapter coming up!