My Littlest Pet Shop [au] tf x reader Prologue
Guys. I'm not that familiar with the Transformers universe comics and basically everything that goes on there. However, I know enough to get into the characters + consider that this is an alt.universe in which I create what I want. Either way, I'm going to mark it OOC. It's not the first time I've seen AU's like this and unfortunately not all of them are finished, so I'm taking it into my own hands. Enjoy! « An alternate universe in which humans are seen as intelligent pets. Some Cybertronians see you as truly incapable of anything (Decepticons), while some, who have a kinder spark (most of the Autobots), still see you as a stupid little creature, but at least treat you with care and consideration for your feelings. This is the terrible truth that you will have to face and feel on your own, fragile in comparison with the world of Cybertronians, body. »
Just as there are streaks of good luck in life, there are also streaks of bad luck, interconnected, intertwined. And, to your horror, bad luck has hit you incredibly hard, because… what do you mean by the fact that now you're just going to be someone's pet?!
But that's your reality now. And the worst thing is that you are not the only one who suffered this fate — there were a dozen more people in some kind of metal box. It would seem that this should be comforting, because together you all will definitely think of something, but, looking at your current surroundings, the hope for salvation through combined efforts rapidly flew down. Quite a lot of them looked, frankly speaking, atrocious.
It hasn't been that long since you were snatched on your way home by some aliens that looked like flying clams in armor, and then ended up in this iron prison with no light, only round holes for “ventilation.” The top of this prison opened, and a big, metal palm found you. For the simple reason that you were the only one who remained standing there in shock, with open eyes, and did not run to hide in the corners like mice.
Warm but stiff fingers closed roughly and without caution on your organic body, knocking absolutely all the air out of your lungs. Big doe eyes stared at the face hidden beneath the mask and the aggressively red visor. This robot-thing snorted and said something in a language you didn't understand. You felt as if he was pausing in several places and was silent, though his companion was nodding next to him — he had heard everything.
This huge robot started talking loudly and gesticulating vigorously, of course, with you in its hand, exposing you to a multitude of eyes blazing bright scarlet. After this little meeting, you were placed in some new container, this time resembling something akin to a birdcage and a cat/dog carrier. And so, you've realized — you're going to be sold. But to whom and where — it's not clear yet. You prepared for the worst-case scenario anyway. Your new location was similar to… a pet shop. There were all kinds of animals: small, medium, colossal. There was a separate corner, if not a compartment, for humans, where you were all placed like merchandise on a shelf for viewing. Thank God it was behind thick glass, so that some crazy bot couldn't harm such fragile creatures as you. Good thing, whoever kept humans as pets for sale thought to provide minimal comfort to organics. You had your own sleeping area, shower and toilet. In all the time you've spent in this prison, you've been able to learn a little about the history of this planet and the people who inhabit it. Your owner, though he was a Decepticon, did his job with conscience and full responsibility — he wanted to sell his pets for more, for full price, and didn't let a single person die of any disease or injury under his watch. He has downloaded all existing and even extinct human languages into his processor to make it easier to contact you and bring you up to speed. He also took care of the female species of homo sapiens! It is one great rarity that a Decepticon would behave so well compared to a critter ten times his size. Now, where were we? Ah, that's right, the history of Cybertron and its people. It just so happens that after the workers rebelled against the ruling elite, a civil war broke out, dividing the planet into two factions: The Autobots, fighting for freedom and order, and the Decepticons, seeking absolute power. And humans… well, are just pets in the hands of living metal giants.
This is your fate — to sit and wait for some Cybertronian to buy you and rescue you from this glassy, cold prison. And you pray to all the gods that your first owner is an adequate, kind, and good Autobot. My very first victims in this au are gonna be Ratch&Drift, be ready. Btw! Long time ago I read a fanfic more akin to just an article on this kind of alternate universe and honestly — I took inspiration from what I remember of the story.
I apologize to the author and to anyone who reads this if you notice similarities in our work.
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