Twisted [ TFP x FNAF | Book Two ]

° Chapter Fourteen °

“Phew, I'm glad I made it back in one piece”

Michael dismounted the car and shut the door behind him before seeing he parked the car alongside the other vehicles for the military.

All lined up accordingly and that seem to satisfy Michael upon seeing he parked the car just the way it should be to he aligned with the other vehicles.

He turned around and walked his way into the main base. Feeling quite anxious to be scolded by anyone since he left the base. “I hope the others aren't back yet” As he jinxed himself, he saw the Autobots are back. Although they all seem to be occupied with something, on someone as they gathered around. “Huh?”

He jogged up to see what was going on. Moving upstairs of the human area where it only reach the torso level of the Autobots unless he went to the third floor, which he did and that was about the below the chassis of the Autobots level.

There he saw the commander laying on the berth, looking in a bad shape. Ratchet was patching the commander's arm. Although it would seem like he couldn't do much to restore his lost servo.

“Oh my god..”

Michael mumbled gently to himself as he saw Ultra Magnus had lost a hand. The Autobots haven't noticed Michael's presence yet.

The commander weakly looked up at the Prime who in returned stared down at him.

“Optimus. When we spoke earlier what could be greater than an army?”

Asked the commander. He was curious on what Optimus had meant earlier. The Prime answered with Michael listening. He stepped back so that his presence wouldn't be known just yet. He likes to keep it that way, for someone to only realize his presence the moment they see him.

“A human concept. One I have learned since coming to Earth”

He paused for a brief moment as Ultra Magnus patiently waited. Listening attentively. Then, the Prime glances at his members. The Autobots.

“Family”

The Autobots walked closer and gather around the commander. Michael felt awe and surprised of the answer given by the Prime. He smiled, “A family”

“A family that I once lost, but now maybe I am in a family again but the only difference is that, all of us are different from one another but that what brought us together”

After a while, the children gathered by Michael as Ratchet is repairing the commander's loss hand. Once the medic was done. He turned around and sighed heavily. “I've done everything I can. Considering the limitations of my equipment and less than ideal spare parts”

Ratchet moved to the side to reveal what he had done. Ultra Magnus's hand is now replaced of what looked like a claw with the digits or in human terms, fingers. But the tip of the claws were blunt.

“It remains uncertain if Ultra Magnus's new appearance will be fit for battle. Though it should prove functional. After the requisite amount of therapy”

The ambulance turned to looked up at the Prime for any feedbacks. “That is all we can hope for, old friend” Though that still didn't convince Ratchet enough that he tried his best. He still looked rather guilty for not having to patched the commander up in a more suitable shape.

Michael looked at the commander in pity. Having to lose a hand when now he can only depend on his remaining hand for defense. Wheeljack, on the other hand looked sadden, as if he was bearing guilt for what had happened to the commander.

Michael turn see Wheeljack looking restless. Arcee noticed and asked, “You doing okay?” The wrecker clenched both of his fists. Closing and opening them. “I'm still feeling two-fisted”