I Don't Know What I Am Anymore.(Male Reader x Arcee)

Prologue

(Y/N P.O.V.)

Where should I start? Why am I doing this? I don't even know my name anymore. ok, What... ok, fine, I guess I should start from the begininng.

If I remember corectly, my name is HubStop, I was apart of a small search and rescue group with Tailgate, Cliffjumper and Blurr. Tailgate would be an all around solider, Cliff would be the brawns of the group, Blurr was the speedster that would save people in case of falling debree and I was the brain of the team, It started going down hill when I made a small energon crystal that was different from all the rest. It wasn't the normal blue or red that can be found. It was yellow, I did some small test's on it and I found out that while it would lower the users IQ, It would greatly increase the users strength. I did it, I made new synthetic energon, I showed it to the rest of the team, but, they thought I was mad, I was insane to make new energon. So I did what anyone else would do, I stopped making it, It might have been a breakthrough, but it was already Illeagal to grow your own energon. So I stopped, I worked with the real stuff, made different equipment.

2 years later the war happened,we all went our ways when the war started, Blurr?, Dead, caught in a cosmic rust storm that destroyed him and his home, Cliffjumper?, He joined the wreckers along with wheeljack and bulkhead, and finally tailgate, Killed right in front of his partner, I feel bad for them, We all agreed to keep in touch. We never did, Blurr was already dead after a month, I stayed on cybertron, became a royal scientist, I showed the council the shard of yellow energon that I made and they were excited, they gave me a building to use as well as a small team to make some more, I started by making more of the yellow energon, But things quickly got out of hand, The other scientist's started saying that we need to test it, so we did, only on small drone though, it showed that they could lift up to five times the load they used to be able to. I was soon given a small batch of sythetic energon, I knew it was supossed to act like regular energon, so i mixed it together, Made some sort of cyan energon. After testing on that energon more, I had said that it did nothing, as we were only working on helper bots and c.l.u.t.c.h drones.

I never knew what would happen next, but the other scientist's would always try to talk me into bring other bots to test on, I always refused to test on another bot, but I got outspoken and now instead of small drones, we were working with protoforms, and older bot's nearing the well. I knew some of them, but I had to work. I had given some of the older bot's some yellow energon to see the effects of it on them. I saw that they were able to lift things, like there were still in their prime. I later gave them some cyan energon, I didn't expect it to do anything, but when they got it, they would start to write on the walls, saying they couldn't think for themselves. After looking at all the writing on the walls, it was a formula for multiple different kinds of energon.

After about a month of doing this, someone ran in saying they made a new energon shard, they said it was a more pink shard of red energon, After some more testing on it, we saw that it would give a small speed boost. The subject's would often complain about a pain in their stomach, the others obviously didn't care, but I did, these bot's were still people, why should we treat them any differently. 

I helped them as much as I could, but there wasn't that much I could do while the other scientist's where around. I knew that this was bad but I needed to stay focused, I couldn't just make excuses to halt progress. At one point we had a new scientist come in, they were female, the only one on the team, but she was different from the other scientist's like me, they wanted to the subjects, but that didn't last long. The other scientists caught wind about what was happening and decided to strike. They went to the council and kicked me off the team, labeled me as a traitor to progress and even made most of the subject's afraid of me. They took both me and the new scientist, stripped of our title, made into the subject's we were working with.