Megatron

"Dammit!" You, being beyond frustrated, lower the human sized blaster. 

You don't understand why, but you just can't get a good shot in today. It made you feel displeased since you could not put your gift from Megatron to proper use.

He had the gun specially made for you when he saw how well you could shoot one, but now you couldn't even hit the target a single time. 

As your mind wandered to Megatron, the very mech entered the room with his usual proud demeanor. It, notwithstanding, slipped when he saw you. "(Y/N), just the person I was searching for." He stops and inspects the targets, noticing slight singe marks where the blasts skimmed past. "I see you've been practicing." 

You sigh, putting the gun away. "I was, but it seems I can't prove myself worthy of holding a weapon." 

The warlord frowns, his features sharpening. "Pick it up." 

"Wha-?"

"Pick it up. You will not give up so easily." The gladiator approaches you 

"Megatron, there's no reason for me to continue when it is obvious that I can't-" 

"You will not give up. Pick it up!" Megatron was starting to become impatient. He suddenly seems more intimidating. 

Cautiously you pick the pathblaster into your arms and maneuver it so you could aim it. With the target once again in sight through the scope, you widen your stance. 

"Now fire it." 

You do as he demands, your hovering finger pulling at tye trigger. The sound of a shot bounces off the walls. 

A single hole is made in the center. 

"I gave this weapon to you for a reason. Never undermine yourself, (Y/N); not when you are able to do the impossible."

"And that is?" You lower the weapon. 

"Turning a dark spark." 

Starscream

Starscream stares up at sky, gathering intell as seekers do.     

"I believe it's time, (Y/N). The air currents will help guide him into the right direction."  

​​​​​​You sniff and wipe a tear with your free hand, (B/N) nestled in the other. Bringing your feathered friend up to your face, you smile sadly. "Okay (B/N), you have to go now. You have to fly far away and find your friends, then migrate to a special place." You sob, swallowing hard. "T-Then, i-if you choose to, you c-can come back ag-g-gain someday."

The small thing chirps his understanding and nuzzles into your thumb which was stroking his head. 

You kiss the top of his head then lift him up to place him into Starscream's servo so he could also say his goodbyes. The tiny bird gazes at him with his tiny black eyes, waiting. 

The jet curls his derma as he tried to hold onto his pride and not bawl like you. "You go be a good bird now. I have no doubt that you will fly excellently. You were p-partially raised by a seeker a-after all." 

As his tough composure finally starts to slip, Starscream holds out his palm, giving (B/N) a good takeoff point. He then, as if truly knowing it was time, gets up, flaps his fully healed and working wings, and takes to the air.

"Bye (B/N)! Good luck! Be safe!" you cheer him on. He flies off, singing you both a goodbye song.  

Starscream then picks you up and, in a surprising turn of events, brings you up to his face which he gently squeezes you against in a comforting hug.

Whether it was supposed to comfort  him or you, is up for debate.

The bird songs continue- (B/N) being joined by many others.

Soundwave

'Tshktshktshk...tshk..tshk.' 

You cease your typing and stroke Ratbat's helm. The youngling chirps and flaps his wings. You giggle, scratching behind his long audio receptors. "I promise we can go play after I finish up, alright?" 

The little Cybertronian bat perks up, then flaps off to go get his toys ready. 

'Cute thing-' 

"What the-!" You grab onto your computer screen, panicking. 

An error message was displayed on it, telling you in bold that all unsaved work had been lost due to an "unknown error" that forced it to "unexpectedly shut down". 

That was a day's work down the drain. 

At first you try to recover it with some known IT skills, but nothing did the trick. Your eyes start to sting as you realise that it was all gone. You are just about to pick up the piece of faulty equipment when slender digits take it from you.

Soundwave inspects the laptop closely. "Inquiry: What happened?" 

"What happened!? I don't know! It just decided to malfunction on me!" You hold a palm to your forehead. "That's so much work lost in an instant." The gloom finally sets in as you come to the realisation that you would have to start over. Getting up, you decide to not get angry, but instead go play with Ratbat as you had promised in order to distract yourself. 

Soundwave turns to you as you walk off with slumped shoulders, then back to the laptop, then at his own monitor. 

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"Statement: Done." Soundwave grabs your attention away from where you were tossing things for Rabat to catch mid-air.

You look up at Soundwave in disbelief. He was holding out your laptop towards you, everything exactly how it had been before. 

"Soundwave...?" 

The mech places a digit under your chin, "Soundwave: Dislikes when (Y/N) sad. Solution: Always keep happy." 

You smile thankfully, "But how did you manage to recover it?" You place a hand to his digit. 

"Answer: Tentacles." 

Knockout

On days like these there was only one thing to do: watch TV. 

Knockout is lazily sat on the Cybertronian-sized couch, busying himself with filing the tips of his digits so they are optimally sharp. You're seated at his side, seeming minute against the giant sofa. 

Remote in hand, you click through the channels. Picture after picture flicks by until you come across a specific image. 

A woman, dressed in the most lavish of clothes, with makeup gorgeously done and a body that anyone would desire was posing on screen. This forces you to look down at your own casual clothes and unimpressive body (in comparison with what was before you). You slump a bit, lowering your eyes. 

Knockout gets a glimpse of this. "Doll, what's the matter?" 

You fake a smile, trying to hide the sudden, stupid self-consciousness. "Nothing; nothing is the matter."

He places down the file, all attention on you. "We both know that's a terrible lie, (Y/N). C'mon Doll, you know you can talk to me." 

"That's because you can't tell anyone about me or you'll screw yourself over," you point out. 

"That's not what I meant," he defends.

"I know what you meant," you smirk. 

"Doll..." 

Taking a deep breath you mutter a 'fine' and face him. "I feel unattractive." 

The red mech stays silent, then goes back to his digits, "Is that all?" 

"What do you mean 'is that all' ?!" You cross your arms, not believing he cared so little.

The medic takes you up. "Doll, that's a very idiotic thing to say. I know you organics are very 'body conscious', but thinking that you are not beautiful when you obviously are, is silly." He uses his digit to move some hair out of your face. "Besides, not everyone can look as amazing as moi."

Knockout's paint gets scratched.

Breakdown

Your blood came to a standstill in your vains at the sight.

"He was severely injured. The doctor said he's lucky to be alive..." the two vehicon guards at the door gave you sad looks as they allowed you passage. 

Breakdown takes you closer to the medical berth, but you don't realise that you were moving. You're too stunned- too overwhelmed. Steadily, you are placed down next to the large chassis. 

"W-We tried get-ting him b-back here as s-soon as we saw he w-was down." Gary choked out, his visor off, allowing you to see the energon-tear rivers flowing down his cheeks.

Kevin rests a servo on his crying friend's shoulderplate. "A shot to the chassis, and from a heavy duty blaster nonetheless, is enough to snuff even the greatest of warriors. It really is a miracle that he's not one with the afterspark..." 

Slowly you reach out to touch your friend's still frame. "Steve..." Gingerly you stroke over the patches on his chest. He was still warm, he was still alive. 

'How? Why should things like this happen?'

Soon you find yourself giving in, the brave face you were trying to hold onto slips. The drops slide from your eyes, as warm as Steve's body. 

"(Y/N)... Hey...Hey, it's okay," Breakdown tries comforting you with a digit by placing it to your shaking and sobbing form. You grab onto it, hugging him. "There, there. Everything'll be fine i. Steve's tough; he'll make it through." 

The mech glances to his wounded friend, a sad frown taking his look of solice's place. 

This was a cold reminder to all: You are at war.

Predaking

"What happened?" you ask Shockwave, distressed as you clutch onto his servo. 

He does not answer. His red optic is kept forward.

"Was..." You swallow a lump, "Was it the Autobots?" 

He stays silent for a while longer then, at last turning to you, answers. "No. There was a cave in. Predaking had requested of me to take you to him so he could explain. He did not wish to alarm you." 

"I am alarmed!" You lay a hand over your heart.

"As the evidence suggests, yes." Shockwave says nothing more after that.

As you enter the predacon pen, you gulp. Predaking was in his bot form, sitting on the edge of the berth as he held his side. Cuts and dents are strewn across his body as his furious gaze comes your way. 

Shockwave puts you down next to him. With a silent nod, he then walks back out to leave the two of you be.

"Preda..." Your eyes trail down his frame, scoping the magnitude of his injuries. 

"I was one of the fortunate ones. Many of the others were beyond retrieval." He keeps his optics on you," The entire tunnel was unstable. There was an accident and two of the pillars were destroyed..." 

"I'm just relieved that you're alright." You smile and place a hand to his armour, finally calming down.

Predaking slowly bends to lay down, taking and placing you onto his chestplate. "I swear to the creator that I will never again scare you like this, (Y/N). I...care too much about you." 

You pat the metal beneath you, "Likewise."