As the Autobots regrouped, scanning the area for any sign of Decepticon reinforcements, Y/n tried to shrink further into the junk pile. Their form flickered briefly, instinctively mimicking the jagged, rusted shapes around them. The Autobots hadn't noticed them yet, but it was only a matter of time.
Arcee: Bulkhead, check the perimeter. Bumblebee, see if you can track where Megatron went.
Bulkhead: On it.
Bumblebee beeped an affirmative, his scanners already humming as he moved around the junkyard. Y/n froze as the yellow scout passed dangerously close to their hiding spot, his optics flicking across the debris.
Y/n: Think, Y/n. Think!
They glanced at the scattered scraps nearby, their tendrils twitching as an idea formed. If they could create a distraction, maybe they could slip away unnoticed. Y/n carefully manipulated a rusted piece of metal, flinging it toward the far side of the junkyard. It landed with a loud clang, drawing Bumblebee's attention.
Bumblebee: Huh?
He turned, heading toward the noise, giving Y/n the opening they needed. They slid silently from their hiding spot, keeping low as they moved toward the edge of the junkyard.
But they didn't get far.
Arcee's voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.
Arcee: Hold it right there!
Y/n froze, their single red eye swiveling to meet the blue Autobot's piercing gaze. Arcee's blasters were trained on them, her stance tense but not immediately hostile.
Y/n: Heyyyyyyyyy Arcee.....
Arcee: You.
Y/n: Imma just..... goooooo
A single blast across the junkyard stops them in their track
Y/n: Dang it...
*Timeskip*
Y/n was now in a glass container, their body still the size of a human. Optimus and Rachet were staring at the slime in interest.
Y/n: Hi Optimus
Optimus: Hello Y/n
Optimus did not looked pleased to see Y/n. Probably because recently they have interrupted a lot of the autobot missions.
Y/n: T-this is awkward... could you let me out?
Optimus: No
Rachet: What do we do with then?
Optimus: Interrogation
Y/n pressed their tendrils against the smooth glass, their red eye swiveling nervously between Optimus and Ratchet.
Y/n: Interrogation? Come on, Optimus, we both know I'm too charming for that.
Ratchet snorted, but Optimus didn't flinch, his stern expression remaining locked in place.
Optimus: Charming or not, your actions have consistently endangered innocent lives. You've interfered in operations meant to stop Megatron's plans. I need answers, Y/n.
Y/n deflated slightly, their form slumping against the glass.
Y/n: Okay, so maybe I've caused a tiny bit of chaos-
Ratchet: Tiny!?
Optimus leaned closer, his optics boring into Y/n.
Optimus: We will run tests to assess the nature of your abilities and determine their potential risks. Afterward, we will decide your fate.
Y/n: Wait, fate? That sounds a little dramatic, even for you.
Optimus didn't answer, turning and walking toward the exit of the containment room.
Optimus: Ratchet, prepare the analysis equipment.
Y/n: Great. Now I'm a science experiment. Just what I always wanted.
Several scans and tests later Optimus returned, his eyes going to Rachet as the pair talk.
Optimus: Rachet?
Rachet: They were compliant... if you count not moving and looking sad compliant.... anyway, they are 100% energon. The purest I've seen since Cybertron and they can grow and condense this energon at will, aswell as make it acidic or not at will.
Optimus stared at me as Y/n stared back, offering a little wave as Optimus looks away emotionless.
Optimus: I will report this to Fowler
*Timeskip to night*
Nightfall.
The command center was dim, the glow of monitors casting faint blue light across Optimus's frame as he typed out reports. The rhythmic tapping of keys filled the room, broken only by the occasional hum of machinery.
Y/n sat in their glass containment, their tendrils splayed lazily against the smooth surface. They had gone quiet for hours, but their red eye flickered now, focusing on Optimus.
Y/n: You don't really think I'm dangerous… do you?
Optimus paused, his optics shifting to glance at Y/n.
Optimus: I believe you are unpredictable. And unpredictability is often dangerous.
Y/n sighed, their form rippling faintly.
Y/n: You make it sound like I'm some Decepticon experiment gone wrong. I'm not, you know.
Optimus turned fully now, standing and stepping closer to the container.
Optimus: Then explain what you are.
Y/n hesitated, their tendrils pulling inward.
Y/n: That's… complicated.
Optimus: Simplify it.
Y/n's red eye dimmed slightly before brightening again.
Y/n: I didn't ask to be this, okay? One day, I was just a slime, now I'm being called Primus and a god!? Its...It's... been overwhelming ok.
Optimus's optics flickered. For the first time, his expression shifted not into anger or suspicion, but into something closer to understanding.
Optimus: Primus?
Y/n: That's what they think I am!
Their tendrils pulsed faintly, a faint ripple of light running through their form.
Y/n: I don't feel like a god, Optimus. I feel like... a mistake.
Optimus straightened, his towering frame casting a shadow across the containment cell.
Optimus: Primus is not a name spoken lightly among Cybertronians. He is our creator, our source of life. To be mistaken for such a being is no small matter.
Y/n: I know! That's the problem! If Megatron thinks I'm Primus and is so clingy I can hardly breathe or move without a Decepticon leader near me!!!
The room fell silent. Y/n's red eye dimmed as they slumped against the glass.
Y/n: He's not going to stop hunting me, Optimus. No matter where I go, no matter what I do. I wish.... I wish everyone forgot this whole Primus thing.....
Y/n blinked.
Y/n: You're... keeping me here... aren't you?
Optimus: For your protection. And for ours.
Y/n sagged against the glass again, half relief, half exasperation.
Y/n: Great. So I'm still a prisoner.
Optimus: You are an enigma, Y/n. But I will not abandon you to Megatron's grasp.
Y/n: Megatron said the same thing about you....
Optimus:..... I'm sorry
His tone was steady unwavering. And for the first time since they'd been captured, Y/n felt... safe. Sort of.
Y/n: You're way too noble for your own good, you know that?
Optimus didn't answer. He simply turned back to his console, leaving Y/n to stare at their reflection in the glass.
Optimus: You are pure energon and can make it/convert it from matter. You being a chunk of Primus is..... is likely.
Optimus approached Y/n's container, setting it on the desk with him as the two stared at eachother.
Optimus: Do you feel a connection with me?
Y/n: Not even dinner first?
Optimus: This is serious Y/n.
Y/n:.... no... not really. Besides wanting to strip your armor and explore your circ-
Optimus: Y/n....
Y/n: Right, sorry.
A silence overtook the two. Y/n quickly tried to break it by changing the subject.
Y/n: Who's the new guy with you.
Optimus: That is Wheeljack, a wrecker
Y/n: He must be tough to order.
Optimus: He is a Autobot, but acts like a mercenary.
Y/n leaned closer to the glass, their red eye gleaming mischievously as they tilted their form toward Optimus.
Y/n: A mercenary, huh? Sounds like someone who knows how to get things done. Maybe I should get to know him better.
Optimus: I would not advise that.
Y/n: Why not? Afraid I might like him more than you?
Optimus's optics flickered, his servos tightening slightly at the accusation. He straightened, but there was the faintest trace of hesitation in his posture.
Optimus: That is not the issue. Wheeljack's methods are... unconventional. You would likely encourage his recklessness.
Y/n: Oh, so you're saying I'd be a bad influence?
Optimus: I am saying you already are.
Y/n gasped dramatically, pressing their tendrils against the glass as if wounded.
Y/n: Optimus! I'm hurt!
Optimus: I am serious, Y/n. This is not a game.
Y/n: I don't know… You sure act like I'm winning.
Optimus froze for a moment, his optics narrowing slightly before he turned back to his console.
Y/n: Oh come on! Admit it you'd miss me if I escaped. Who else is going to keep you this entertained?
Optimus: I do not find this entertaining.
Y/n: Then why do you keep coming back to talk to me?
Optimus paused mid-typing, his servos tightening again as Y/n leaned closer to the glass. Their red eye glowed brighter, pulsing with energy.
Y/n: Admit it, Prime. I'm in your head.
Optimus: I cannot afford distractions.
Y/n: Distracted? By me? Oh Primus, I think I just made the great Optimus Prime flustered.
Optimus's optics brightened briefly before dimming, and he turned sharply to face Y/n again.
Optimus: Enough.
Y/n: Oh, hit a nerve, did I?
Optimus leaned closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Y/n's container as his voice dropped lower.
Optimus: Do not mistake patience for tolerance, Y/n. I am giving you the benefit of the doubt, but my trust has limits.
Y/n's form rippled slightly, their red eye narrowing playfully despite Optimus's serious tone.
Y/n: And what happens when I push you past those limits?
Optimus's optics flickered. He straightened, abruptly stepping back from the container.
Optimus: Then you may not like the consequences.
Y/n smirked, leaning back against the glass with a satisfied hum.
Y/n: Oh, Optimus. I think you're already at your limit.
Optimus turned without another word, his movements stiff as he returned to his console.
Y/n watched him go, their tendrils tapping against the glass in amusement.
Y/n: Too easy.
Optimus leaves soon after, finishing his reports quickly as Y/n lays down in their container and drifts off to sleep.