I'm nervous about posting this one. This is my fanfic about my transformers x reader, and not too proud of what I wrote. Also, I would appreciate some criticism so I can better my writing. And I'm not sure if I'll ever continue this one since I basically lose interest after a while. Anyways! Enjoy and have fun!
Completing the mission was prioritized, especially if it was recon and acquiring information within Decepticon databanks. And, honestly? You wished you went rogue and ignored basically everyone within Autobot or Decepticon ranks because why the frag not? Having been reincarnated into whatever frag this universe was, at first, exciting, thrilling adventures to come and more friends to acquire and to simp over. However, you missed one fact, and it was the fact that everyone, and you mean everyone is obsessed with you. You didn't know how, you wished you did, and you wished you could restart all over again because why did this happen to you and why you only!?!?.
Thinking back on it, the first bot in the franchise you met was actually Soundwave. During one of his most depressing, lowest point in his entire life cycle, you were there drinking some high grade and getting yourself drunk because why not? Stumbling upon him under one of the desolate space bridges was not on your bingo card, and honestly, you wished you acted just like how everyone else did, but you didn't. Because your spark couldn't ever do it, you were too empathetic and stupid for that.
You remember slowly approaching him despite being drunk as slag and stumbling like a sparkling and stammering. Sitting down beside him, and rambled about who knows what except Soundwave. You don't remember much, only that after that encounter, you met more ‘bots from the franchise until all you knew was that you were surrounded by them all. You didn't know when, or where, or why this all happened.
After that one Primus damned encounter, everything collided and fragging shattered and basically went into slag. You met even more decepticon members before they even became decepticons, becoming their friend and fragging around ‘till you found out, smiling the whole way as you did as much chaos as you did. You don't even know how you got out unscathed and free from the High Council’s aft-scathing attacks. Maybe you were lucky, or not, who knows.
Meeting Optimus- Orion. Frag, meeting Orion before he became a Prime was awesome. You vaguely remembered having to indulge him as he talked and yapped on and on about history and other things, and you talked too, venting slightly ‘bout the slag High Council does to those of middle and low castes, and how you wanted to help despite what you have in your disposal. You remembered seeing something in his optics after you said all that, and you left adruptly. You didn't know why you did, you just did. Something told you to.
And after that, you met more autobots. Smiling through the chaos you single handedly made, you remember meeting Rodimus when he was just Hot Rod, the mid caste very dangerously close to low castes. Having met him when you were running from the High Council Enforcer, Prowl, after teasing him while running away after you committed some crime you forgot about.
You forgot a lot of interactions you had with other ‘bots, mainly those from the franchise not mentioned a lotta times.
But anyways, back on your current situation, you were in a vent, stuck, and wishing you offlined yourself before any decepticons find you. You knew you had some sort of charm, but you didn't know what kind. And you don't want to figure it out through trouble. Not this time around. You didn't know what they'd do to you if you failed using your charm on them to escape their weirdly obsessive servos.
Nervously looking around, you wanted to log into comm and tell Jazz to help you out, but then that would risk having Soundwave enter in the comm link and find you. You knew Soundwave was strong, smart, and had mind reading capabilities you aren't sure if you had anything against it. Groaning lowly, quietly shuffling, you had to push through. You had to get this one information on them and bust the frag outta here. Not wanting to get stuck in one place any linger, you shuffled through, scraping against the vent walls was annoying, and would risk alerting any nearby decepticons.
Finally, after a grueling joor of shuffling through and ruining your paint, you found a vent and looked into it. Staying at the edge, you saw Megatron sitting on his chair, caressing a picture you recognize as yourself. You had to pause and silently gag at that, because what the frag, and why the frag did he have that one picture you destroyed stellar cycles back before you became an autobot???
Having to stay still and not alert this one fragging mech you don't wanna encounter at all and in all kinds of situations. You heard deep mumblings that would've been nice to sleep to, if only it wasn't directed at you and yapping on about how Megatron would one day make you his. You had to stay very still, because what if he knew I was here??? That slag can't be fragging possible….
Sometimes you wished you offlined during this escapade of yours because right now, right now, you don't want to know what slag they'll do to you. Having to suffer through Megatron's inner ramblings about you, you stayed still and ensured you wouldn't be found.
After what felt like stellar cycles, Megatron finally left his fragging office and, which gave you the opportunity to get down and trash his office as quickly and as quietly as you could before getting out. Destroying the picture in the process because frag it all if you'd let him get one of your pictures and do Unicron’s who knows what…
Quickly shuffling through the vents, trying to find the location of the information databanks where Soundwave is likely to be in, you crawled your way through. Scraping your paint and getting dust on you on the process. Which you didn't really mind. You'd rather this than to be stuck in one place for too long unlike last time. The thought made you shiver, and continued crawling.
Slowly, reaching some dustier and cleaner parts of the vents after joors of crawling, you finally made it to the information bank where important files are put in for later use and scrutiny. Carefully, you opened the ventilator and got out of there slowly. A small clank as you put your pede down as quietly as you could, and searched around.
Or more like messed around. You put the files in a wrong, disorganized way so you could make their lives utter pit and back, grinning as you did so. Finally, after searching for a bit too long for your liking, you found the correct information you needed. Settling it in your subspace, you carefully put everything back to where it was, except the files. You grinned maliciously as you went back up the vents. Putting back the ventilator and crawling back to where you got here.
Crawlung back, you had to stop yourself immediately when Soundwave, of all bots you wanted to encounter, looked up to ventilator just above him. You felt like he was scrutinizing you, the silence felt heavy, and you wanted to get out of here, and fast. You hear pedesteps raining down below you, and a booming voice cackled through. Anger clear in his voice.
“Who went into the databanks!?”
You grinned maliciously at hat, recognizing the voice as Megatron. He sounded like he was fuming. More so from his ruined office and the picture of you taken and shredded into piece with some gone. Curiously and warily, you peaked through the ventilator. But had to pull back before anyone could catch sight of you, because almost half of the decepticon ranks were in here, and you do not want to be captured.
Sadly for you, without your notice, your helm kibble was seen by none other than Thundercracker. His red optics staring into the ventilator slightly before focusing on Megatron first. Not wanting to get shot by his armed blaster this cycle.
Quietly as you could, you tried to go back to where you were before, not wanting to risk being seen by decepticon under you.