Y/n went through the groundbridge, a slight chuckle playing throughout their body as they see a massive fire fight between, all of the autobots plus a new guy, and a human in a jet, -Pretty cool, brave, and awesome- all firing at a big mech.
So Y/n quickly scurried over behind the rubble he was hiding behind. Looking at the Con who was concentrating trying to survive.
Y/n: How ya doing?
The con immediately held a big gun at Y/n's face. A look of suprise, fear, and confusion washing over cons as they stare at the slimey creature staring back at them with a single red eye?
Y/n: You must be Dreadwing!
Dreadwing's optics narrowed as he sized Y/n up, clearly taken aback by the unexpected visitor. The tension between them was palpable as his grip tightened on the weapon, though he hesitated, unsure of what to make of the strange, fluid entity before him.
Dreadwing: Who... are you? What is your purpose?
Y/n raised their hands, the movement almost exaggeratedly slow as they leaned back casually, their red eye gleaming with amusement.
Y/n: Easy there, big guy. I'm just here to help. Name's Y/n, and Soundwave sent me to bail you out. You're causing quite the commotion.
Dreadwing's optics flickered, still suspicious. He cast a glance over the battlefield where the Autobots and the human fighter were locked in combat. Despite the chaos, his pride kept him from accepting help so easily.
Dreadwing: I need no assistance from a... creature like you. I can handle this myself.
Y/n chuckled, slithering slightly closer as they peered over the rubble, watching the ongoing firefight with mild interest.
Y/n: Sure, sure. But, you know... there's no shame in a little backup. Plus, Soundwave's kinda impatient, so unless you want him breathing down your neck... well, I'd suggest you let me help you get outta here.
Dreadwing's expression hardened. Despite his pride, he knew that staying longer would increase the chance of defeat. His optics flitted back to Y/n, weighing his options.
Dreadwing: Very well. But do not get in my way.
Y/n grinned, their form shifting slightly as they prepared to move.
Y/n: Oh, don't worry. You do your thing, and I'll make sure nothing... unfortunate happens.
With a reluctant nod, Dreadwing turned back toward the battlefield, weapon in hand. Y/n followed closely behind, already plotting ways to stir up some chaos while making sure the mission stayed on track. The firefight between the Autobots and Decepticons raged on, but with Y/n's unpredictable nature and Dreadwing's brute force, the odds were about to shift in their favor.
Y/n: This is gonna be so much fun.
Y/n hops out from cover as they stare at all of the foes.
Y/n: WAIT! THE SKY IS MECHANICAL, IM MAYBE OPTIMUS'S DAD, AND ALL BIRDS ARE GOVERNMENT DRONES.
The battle halts as everyone stares at Y/n. It was utter confusion. Where did Y/n come from, what did they just say, are they Primus, they're alive!? However it didn't matter as Dreadwing scanned the humans jet before flying off. Y/n running away aswell as they jump through a groundbridge.
Y/n: Mission successful.
Soundwave: Affirmative: Good work
Y/n: Awww thanks Soundy
Y/n says wrapping around Soundwave a little. Y/n then gives a pat on Knockout and Breakdown's shoulders. Their body morphing around Soundwave to stand between the three of them.
Y/n: So do I go back to the cell now.
Knockout: Yeah.... sorry Y/n
Y/n: It's alright! Just visit me often... ok
Y/n complied with being resealed in the glass container, more plushies and toys strewn about to keep then entertained for awhile. If only for awhile...
*Timeskip*
Y/n was condensed and moving a little car around, their attention going to the door as it opens. Dreadwing stood there, a look of stoicism on their face as they stared at the tiny figure in the large container with plenty of security measures.
Y/n: Oh.... now I get a good look at you. Nice to see you Dreadwing
Dreadwing: You aswell Y/n, Megatron informed me of who you are.
Y/n: Everything....
Dreadwing: No, not yet. However I will earn his trust soon enough.
Dreadwing approached the glass before crouching down. Staring at the slime through the glass as they approached the walls of their container.
Y/n: Well it's nice to have you on the team! Your quite a nice looking mech
Dreadwing: Thank you. I have to ask, why are you in this cell?
Y/n: The price of being a powerful ally! I get extra security, if I like it or not. So what brings you to earth?
Dreadwing: My brother has been slain. I am here to see that his death is not unpunished.
Y/n: Mmm. Well good luck with that.
Dreadwing's optics glinted as he stared at Y/n, his stoicism unwavering despite the bizarre nature of their conversation. Y/n's playful attitude contrasted sharply with his somber demeanor, yet there was a mutual understanding between them.
Dreadwing: I do not require luck. Only opportunity.
Y/n smiled, their form shifting slightly as they mimicked a shrug.
Y/n: Fair enough. But revenge, it's a tricky thing, you know? Can blind you if you're not careful.
Dreadwing stood up from his crouch, his towering figure casting a shadow over the glass container.
Dreadwing: It is not revenge that drives me. It is justice.
His tone was cold, resolute, as if saying the words out loud solidified his mission.
Y/n hummed thoughtfully, watching him carefully.
Y/n: Justice, revenge... sounds like two sides of the same coin to me. But hey, who am I to judge?
There was a brief silence as the two regarded each other. The hum of the Nemesis' engines was the only sound that filled the space. Dreadwing's optics remained locked on Y/n, his distrust evident, yet there was something more... curiosity.
Dreadwing: You are an enigma, Y/n. A strange creature caught between loyalty and captivity. Do you not wish to be free?
Y/n's red eye gleamed mischievously as they leaned against the wall of their container.
Y/n: Free? I'm free enough. Besides, this little box? It's not so bad. I get visitors like you, plenty of toys… and, let's just say, when I want out, I have my ways.
Dreadwing's optics narrowed, his suspicion deepening.
Dreadwing: Do not take me for a fool. You could escape at any time.
Y/n chuckled, their form rippling slightly as they waved a hand dismissively.
Y/n: You're not wrong. But where's the fun in that? This whole thing is like a trust exercise game.
Dreadwing crossed his arms, his patience wearing thin.
Dreadwing: Games are for fools. I seek only purpose.
Y/n tilted their head, considering him for a moment.
Y/n: And your purpose is revenge -I mean, justice- for your brother. But what happens after that? What purpose will you serve then?
Dreadwing didn't answer immediately. His optics flickered briefly as if he hadn't considered life beyond his quest for retribution. He turned away slightly, his gaze shifting to the metallic walls of the ship.
Dreadwing: I serve Megatron. That is purpose enough.
Y/n's grin widened, their single eye watching Dreadwing with a mix of amusement and pity.
Y/n: Sure, sure. Well, when you figure out what you really want, let me know. I'm always down for a good chat.
Dreadwing cast one final glance at Y/n before turning and leaving the room without another word, the door sliding shut behind him. Y/n was left alone in their glass container, the sound of the engines humming quietly once more.
Y/n: Justice, huh? We'll see about that.
With a small chuckle, they resumed playing with their toy car, their mind already spinning with the possibilities of the chaos to come.
Y/n: I hope he doesn't figure out I ate his brother's corpse.
Y/n actually shivers, a pain in their chest as they remembered the conversation they just had with Dreadwing. His brother obviously meant a lot. Yet Y/n didn't even see them as a person.
Guilt weighed on the slime. Their body compressing and decompressing in a breathing like motion. Their body shaked as the lights in the room flickered.