It was surprising to find a femme in his cave. It was even more surprising that she thought the mech was this "decepticon" she accused him of being. It was rude, honestly.

"Stay back Decepticon, or I'll shoot."

It was funny and unsurprising that she would be assuming who he was without even asking. Raising a metallic brow, he chuckled.

"It's rude to assume things of a bot, ya' know. More so of a dangerous hybrid." He bared his fangs with a small smile. The blue femme physically tensed at the smile, but never budged.

"You don't scare me." She growled.

The snake's eyes glimmered in mischief. His forked glossa flicked out to taste the air, tasking some interesting information. Information that made him soften his (o/c) optics.

"Your hurt, mind if I tend to the wound?" He slithered off his rock, slowly gaining on her form. If she was truly hurt, it had the chance to be fatal if not treated soon. His form wasn't helping the scene either.

The cave was limited in ways of an escape. With how the femme ended up here, it was best if she watched her step. Her blaster was trained on him still, ever focusing on the mech's approaching form.

"(Y/n), I'll be your medic for the evening." He grinned lightly, showing off his fangs. Unknowing to the female, he generally meant it.

The cyber-snake mech was able to get slowly closer to her without being shot. Even if the shot was triggered, his armor would absolutely withstand it. Being a creature that grew up within the ruined ruins of Cybertron's Golden Age, the place was nothing more than a raging rust-storm.

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It's short, but lost the idea behind this one. So go ahead and imagine what happens next.