Earth is absolutely terrifying, a fact that both Autobots and Decepticons can attest to.
Despite being so big and tough, there is one thing about the earth that just scares the scrap out of Megatron.
He does not really fear what lurks within earth's biggest bodies of water, no, he fears the bodies of water themselves.
He never needed to learn to swim since Cybertron didn't exactly have huge bodies of anything resembling liquid near the surface beside the occasional acid pool.
And the safe liquids that existed on Cybertron were far denser than earth's liquids, often being thick enough to almost be a paste, posing little issues for those who got stuck in them besides some sticky residue being left on their armor afterward.
As such arriving on earth and falling into the ocean for the first time was rather traumatizing.
His usual method of handling being in liquid did absolutely nothing for him since water is not nearly as dense as what Megatron is familiar with.
He sank like a rock and was left at the bottom of the fragging ocean in the dark with no clear way to get out besides walking to the surface since transforming or ground bridging out would cause more trouble than it was worth.
He was irritated but fine with it at first, after all, no organic thing in the waters could really do him any harm.
But the ominous noises, the random currents which threw his sensors into overdrive, the extreme water pressure, and the rather freaky things passing by him as he traveled back to land just... traumatized him in a way he couldn't really describe.
The ocean threw Megatron off, and since then he has sworn off going near the Unmaker-cursed liquid pools when possible.
Surprisingly Optimus's worst fear that originated on earth was not of natural disasters or anything of the sort, no, his fear is of the roads, or more specifically, the people driving on the roads.
Optimus is a textbook driver and obeys every road law to the letter, as such most human drivers scare him half to death.
American drivers are a melting pot of every form of insanity, with customs from all over the world resulting in the most confusing road culture imaginable.
Poor Optimus can't make heads or tails of it and often finds himself bewildered when other drivers honk or scream obscenities at him for following the rules.
Not only that but Americans are freaking crazy drivers.
Optimus has gotten hit, crashed into, pushed off the road, and forced to swerve to save some poor idiotic soul far more times than he will ever be comfortable admitting.
When it happens he panics. After all, the human vehicles have humans in them, and humans are squishy and easily damaged, unlike Cybertronians.
It isn't much better in other countries.
The Europeans are agonizingly slow drivers and park where ever their car will fit, trying to travel through British towns and cities on their tiny roads is an absolute nightmare.
For a vehicle of Optimus's size Europe, as a general rule, is one of the worst places to drive.
But oh boy, Europe has nothing on the Asian and middle eastern countries.
Driving there induces some of the worst anxiety Optimus has ever had since the war began, and that is saying something.
Random cattle on the roads, junk cars sputtering along looking like they are going to explode at any moment, the absurd amount of potholes, the fearless jaywalkers, and the maze-like structure of most roads make Optimus nearly have a panic attack every time he is forced to go driving in such areas.
He doesn't even want to get started on the state of the roads in Canada or the terrifying scrap he has seen while driving in Australia.
Fragging Pigeons, Starscream simultaneously hates and fears them with a passion.
The mixed hatred and fear of the stupid birds began shortly after his arrival on earth when he flew through a flock of them.
The end result left him floundering as found himself covered in feathers, gore, and droppings.
Of course, it didn't end there.
The one time he fell into recharge out in the open he awoke to find himself covered in pigeons.
Even after they flew away his armor was still stained by lots of little gifts from the feathery fraggers.
The birds have also caused him to crash numerous times as he just isn't used to maneuvering around the organic things.
Trying to avoid the birds just causes him to lose his senses and flying through them is just messy.
On Cybertron, he could just fly straight through most small mech animals that had flight capabilities and both parties would be fine.
It is, of course, a completely different story on earth.
The never-ending harassment from the birds has led him to begin fearing them.
Where ever he goes there are pigeons.
America? Pigeons. Asia? More Pigeons. Africa? Yep, Pigeons there too. Europe? You guessed it, Pigeons.
They haunt his existence to the point where anything that remotely looks like a pigeon sends him in the opposite direction lest he gets turned into a perch, a fate almost as bad as death in his book.
Normally Ratchet would not consider himself the squeamish type, his particular line of work does not afford him that luxury.
However when it comes to dealing with the mess that is human anatomy he can't help but be a little hesitant.
Everything about them is just so screwed up.
Cybertronain biology while complex, is orderly and only requires energon to function.
Humans though, they are a whole different mess, one that Ratchet tends to find himself feeling a little dizzy when handling.
Their bodies need so much to work right, and the delicate balance sustaining them is so unnerving to him with the children hanging around.
How can humans teeter on the edge of rolling over and dying from nearly everything at any moment and still live so comfortably?
But their squishiness isn't the most traumatizing part for him, no, its the way human bodies fix themselves.
Blood is the most vital part of a human, but the way it is replaced bothers Ratchet on a spiritual level.
Humans make their blood themselves, all the organics do.
But instead of mining or consuming more when they run low like Cybertronians, they go and consume the matter of other creatures instead.
The whole process is somewhat terrifying when looked at too deeply and now Ratchet can only look at the humans in slight fear when they eat a burger or something similar.
How they can casually consume other creatures is beyond him, on Cybertron such behavior would make one a ghoul, mech animal, or Predacon.
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