Transformers: Oneshots [Test Drive]

Back into the world || Wheeljack X femme

Y/n = Your name || N/n = Your nickname || M/c = Main color || S/c = Secondary/other colors || O/c = Optic color || F/n = Friend name

Setting: VERY long post-war, on the rebuilt Cybertron
Other: Not a romantic story. Read my other two stories to better understand some things, but it's not required.

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     I sat in the prison room, facing another bot in front of me.

     "Congratulations Y/n, you are being released. Here's your badge," the mech handed me an autobot badge. I simply nodded, took it, and left the room. I looked around at Cybertron. It all looked so...different. I'd been locked up since the war ended. So some hundred years. Don't bother translating to human years, it's pointless considering the complexity of Cybertronian lifespans.

     Anyway, Cybertron had been completely rebuilt. And I knew absolutely nothing about it. I'm not mad or anything. I was a decepticon, who changed sides to autobot at the very end of the war. I wanted to be locked up. I did some terrible things. Most of which I have to say I don't regret. Due to joining the autobots, I probably could've gotten a pardon. Nah. I don't know if I want to be back in the world even now.

     I looked down at the badge in my servo. Everyone wore these now. Even former decepticons. The autobots weren't just who won, but who had transformed Cybertron back into a new golden age. No doubt there were underground decepticon forces who refused to believe they had lost. I wasn't one of those. We lost. And Cybertron's pretty great now. At least I hope so. But I'm not an autobot. In my spark, I'm a decepticon. That's that.

     I threw the badge to the side, and transformed. My Cybertronian jet had three sets of wings, and it was amazing to be able to use them instead of condensing them into my old earth alt. I didn't really know where I was, but there was one place that would never change.

     It took awhile, but eventually I found macadams. I had nothing to do. No where to go. Might as well go to a bar and bot-watch.

     I transformed out of my alt, landing outside the bar doors. I simply walked in, pushing the doors open and looking around. Looked just like it did before the war even started. Except instead of one side being low-caste, - soon to be decepticons - and the other high-caste, everyone was mingling with eachother - no matter who they used to be. I smiled a little. But that was because, as usual, I kept my face mask on.

     I walked to the front, keeping my head high and not looking at anyone directly. I just ordered a low-grade, then went and sat in the back to observe.

     I was lost in thought when I heard a voice, "Y/n!" it was hostile. Very. I looked up to see a shorter mech glaring at me furiously. "Brave of you to show your face. Finally released from Grindcore, huh?"

I stayed quiet, looking up at him from the place I was sitting. Who was this guy? Stupid question. I did a lot of things during the war. I've bound to have made enemies I don't know about.

"Hey, calm down man. All that happened...eons ago," his friend scoffed. Both of them were clearly high on high-grade energon. Exactly the reason I don't drink it.

"No," the first one - who I could now see was blue and yellow snapped - shrugging off his friend. "Look! She's not even wearing the badge!" He lifted his servo, shakily pointing at me. He was talking about the autobot badge. Everyone wore one. It represented the newfound peace after all. I don't feel peaceful, so no.