Transformers Prime Imagines

I Think We'll Get Along Just Fine. (Human! Optimus X Human! Reader)

A/N: ANOTHER OPPY X READER CHAPTER BECAUSE I CAN AND I LOVE HIM MUAHAHAHAHA

 DON'T ATTACK ME ADSLKFNSLD-

But seriously tho, I need to make a chapter for the rest of the crew or they are going to get revenge on me by breaking the fourth wall. Help. 

Alrighty then, enjoy the story!

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Hazy blurriness clouded Optimus's vision as he onlined, sitting up tiredly. The mech was trying to get his bearings stable, groaning softly to himself until his black servos touched his face.

...Or in this case, his black gloved hands.

Snapping open his eyes, Optimus pulled his hands away from his face and gasped, standing up on his berth only to realise that his massive frame was now gone, replaced with a human flesh.

"How...?" The Prime breathed out, trying to backtrack on previous events that could have caused this event. His mind came up empty until one insane but possible idea popped up, instantly dampening his mood.

"Oh, this is so not my day."

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Flashback

"Ratchet? You're still doing test with the Synth-En?" Rafael asked, startling the medic. The grumpy doctor lifted up his face from the Cybertronian microscope to give the kid a nod in reply.

"Yes. Don't worry, I'm testing it on machines this time." He said, giving the small boy an assuring smile.

"Can I see the progress please?" Raf asked hopefully. Ratchet pondered for a moment before nodding, allowing the boy.

"Sure thing." He said, picking up the petri dish and brought it closer for Rafael to peek in.

"Woah-"

CRASH!

The two brilliant individuals jumped up at the noise. This time however, Ratchet wasn't careful enough and accidentally tipped the sample from his servos and it fell onto the table. Rafael dived out of the way just in time to miss the substance trickling onto him. The substance pooled on the table, making a mess.

"BULKHEAD! GET THE FRAG OUT OF MY WORKPLACE!" Ratchet roared, throwing a wrench at the terrified Wrecker.

Apparently, the big bot was playing lob with Bumblebee and caused a havoc to one of Ratchet's tools...again.

At the same time, Optimus, who was standing by his old friend's side, accidentally touched the contaminated Energon. The medic took notice of the Prime's predicament and got into action immediately.

"Optimus! Your servos!" Ratchet hollered, grabbing a towel to wipe it away. The worried bot pushed his leader to the decontamination room, ordering him to get a bath.

"In. Now." Without a word, Optimus obeyed.

But it was too late. The substance had seeped into his systems, altering all of his CNA and processors. The Prime was still feeling a little light-headed after the sanitisation but he kept it to himself, not wanting to trouble the medic.

Oh, what a grave mistake he had made.

Back to the present, Optimus looked around, blue eyes scanning the room. He still could not figure out a way to get down from his massive berth. Sighing, the Prime inspected the side of the berth, hoping to use something to his leverage.