Everyone was gathered in the med bay. Staring at the human sized slime in their bipedal form. Currently Y/n was eating a screwdriver, trying their best to grow back to their original size. Ultimately giving up, realising all their efforts were gone.
Knockout: So their Primus?
Megatron: I believe so.
Breakdown: I expected someone... bigger
Y/n: The hell is a Primus?
Soundwave: "You"
Y/n: No I'm Y/n!
Megatron: Someone explain please? I already have a headache that this... thing is our God?
*Timeskip*
Y/n: Going to be completely honest, I felt like I just sat through one of Starscream's rants?
Megatron: Ugh.
Y/n: Watch it bub! Your the reason I'm like this anyway you drug addict!
Y/n complains turning their body away from Megatron. Megatron only rolled his optics as Soundwave picked up the pouty slime and began to feed them more stuff.
As Soundwave continued to feed Y/n, Megatron couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and guilt. He had indeed played a part in Y/n's current predicament, unintentionally causing them to shrink form. Despite his initial curiosity about Y/n being Primus, the supposed deity of their world, he now saw the consequences of his actions right in front of him.
Megatron: I suppose I do owe you an explanation. Primus is the believed creator of all Cybertronians. Legend has it that he shaped our world and life itself, but we never truly knew for certain. And now, it seems you bear that mark.
Y/n: So, you're saying I'm some kind of... god?
Megatron: In a way, yes. But it's a lot more complicated than that. Primus has always been seen as a symbol of power and guidance for Cybertronians. And if you truly are Primus, it brings up a lot of questions about our history and destiny as a species.
Y/n: Well, I don't feel very powerful or god-like right now. Just an small walking gooey mess.
Breakdown: At least you're still you, Y/n. Size and form don't define who you are.
Knockout: And speaking of which, I'd be happy to help you find a solution to revert back to your original size. We can't have you stuck like this forever.
Y/n: Thanks, guys. I appreciate it!
As the group began discussing possible solutions, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards them. However also the thought of mischief going through his goopy mind
Y/n: I can mess with a lot of people now that I'm small again.