Star Child [Decepticons X Child!Reader]

Wrapped

Due to Ratchet's sudden 'Helicopter parent'  instincts, little (Y/N) barely interacted with anyone on the team or in public. The small child was currently reading a book about dragons from various myths. Even at this time,  the other three human charges did their best to help the convinced  as well as explain why this was unhealthy for the child below Raf's age. It's been a week without seeing your biological parents. Not like they care if you're missing..

"The humans have a point, Ratchet." Bulkhead, which help re-stock more energon with Arccee, agrees before Wheeljack spoke, agreeing too "And you got to admitted. That little sweet spark  didn't really need our help. They did fine and dandy escaping in one piece."

Miko smiles, the smell of victory in the air "Yeah! What he said!!"

Ratchet didn't like any of this. He, as smart as he was, struggled to find another location of any energon activity. He found none. He plans to ignore everyone till they shut up. That child was his charge. He will do what is necessary for their humanly well being.

The moment didn't last as the small child, about to read the next chapter about dragon reproduction, was gently plucked up by large male hands. Glancing backward, the child smiles up at the man; It was no one other than Smokescreen. Holoform on as he sneaks away unnoticed by anyone here.

No one knew you were missing as Smokescreen place the child at front seat, driving out the mountain entrance thanks for everybody annoying Ratchet about his guardianship, for no one to realize you're fully gone within a blink of an eye.

Smokescreen, no holoform seen, fixed his mirrors towards the child staring out the window. He wanted to do something. Something fun.

"Now that we got away, what should we do for fu-?"

"There." The small bean, not even near Jasper yet, noticed something from afar "What is that? I can't see it from here."

Smokescreen 'glanced' over to find the  place used for illegal racing. He has been there a few times out of boredom, till ya'll became best friends, realized that he could take you to see it. Like a tour.

The mech did just that. He took the small child and strolled around in his alt mode. Mentioned a few stories of his many illegal races here, and to his excitement, the small child was at awe for every story..

"Did you say racing happens at night time?"

"Yeah. I don't think today, however." He hums, driving out of the place and towards the highway "Why? Want to sneak out and experience it yourself?"

The child saw something he didn't notice. The moment he finished talking, he found himself being shot at from above, in coming vechons coming in fast from above. Smokescreen swerved just enough to dodge four blasts before getting hit by one on his back right tire. Spinning out of control, seat belt tightly secured the little one from any further injury before managing to come to a holt within his ninth spin. Both were okay and dizzy.

One of these vehcons lacked extreme patience to which led to the con ripping open the passenger side door, reach in to retrieve the shook and nauseous child from inside, to which jumps back far enough before Smokescreen could snatched the child back.

"What should we do with the Autobot?"

The one who snatched the child shrugs "Whatever is necessary. I got what he really needed anyway." not long transforms, strapped the child down against their will, just to fly away.

Smokescreen cries went unheard as the sleeping gas filled the cockpit. The heaviness of sleep taking the child full force..

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The story didn't end that quickly, however.

The moment the child woke up, they found themselves tucked away in XL king-sized bed, decorated with (F/C) heavy yet silky bed sheets and pillows. Groggy from the sleeping gas, did you also find that you're in a room. One built for a queen of extremely royal status. Quite a big room it was..

"About time you woke up."

Almost breaking your neck, you find an old general looking dude in the corner, reading a book. He didn't look pleased.He looked pissed off actually.

"You stole something of high value to us." He shuts the book, not even saving the page, not long find yellow eyes staring into yours "Hand it over little spark."

You blink, confused by the man "....you guys have holoforms?"

He nods. Now walking towards the bed. Man was buff and intimidating...

"Just give me the chip, and no one gets hurt. I swear it."

"I...can't right now."

He blinks, tilting his head to the side a little "Why is that?"

You got it in time for a special event. This didn't go as planned..

The child sighs, looking at their tiny hands "It is not with me."

He hums. He wasn't going to do anything to you, not when his lord saw value in this mortal human child. A scratch is seen, and he will be offline.

He sighs, fixing his tye "I'll be back." to which left the room entirely.

You could have run off and found a way out. Anything. Only they learned their lesson. They built this mini house like jail without a way out. No vents either to crawl through.No windows to break.Not even the front door opens.

They trapped you this time..

And the funny part?

The funny part is that the drive, with their special information on it, was nicely wrapped in wrapping papper. Tucked away inside the pillow, Arccee got you. A small name tag on it. That name was Ratchet; His birthday present.