Grant was sitting in his room, on the ground, crosslegged, playing a game on his console.
The static on screen flickered and hummed briefly, flickering out, leaving the screen black.
He growled in frustration, gently smacking the side of the old television.
The screen flickered briefly, restoring hope for a moment in the teen before the screen went black again.
"Oh, for fuck-sake!" He said in frustration, slamming his fist into the side of the television, a loud *CRACK* ringing out from his hand him to stand up with a muffled growl.
He shook his hand, a bruise forming along his knuckles, one of them cut open.
He paused as he looked to the boxy television.
The side casing where he had punched it was dented, and cracks spread around the dent.
"How in the hell?" He said in confusion, jumping slightly as the screen flashed back on.
He looked back to the controller, tensing his hand slightly, a slight pained expression on his face as he did so.
The door behind him shuddered before sliding upward, causing him to jump, whipping around.
"All right, fleshy, I got you something to eat or whatever -" Ares said as she stepped into the room.
She paused, looking down at Grant's now busted hand, her eyes widening.
"How, in the name of Primus, did you end up hurting yourself in HERE?!" She asked in an annoyed but concerned tone.
Grant flinched slightly as the large Cybertronian woman sat down on her knees, her large hand focing open his.
"Ow, Ow!" He said as she looked over his hand.
"Stop squirmin-"
"STOP!" Grant said loudly, using his free hand to punch her hand, a pained hiss escaping Ares as she suddenly pulled back, Grant now clenching his right hand as well.
"H-How did you?" Ares questioned, shaking her hand, a slight dent now on the back plating of her hand.
"Bad idea, bad idea," Grany muttered to himself in a pained tone.
Blood dripped from his hand, a cut from his pinky finger to his wrist, earning a sigh from Ares.
"Come on, we're going to see Ratchet," she said firmly, grabbing the teen by his midsection.
Grant let out an alarmed gasp as he eas hoisted into the air, Ares used both hands to carry him, as if afraid to damage him.
"I-Im fine, it's just a few scrapes!" Grant protested, earning a scoff from Ares.
"I already scanned you, stupid. Two of your knuckles are fractured in your left hand.
Ares carried Grant to the medical bay. Upon arriving, Ratchet did a quick look over the teen.
"How on earth did you manage to break two of your knuckles in the base?!" He asked in exasperation.
"My TV wasn't working, so i punched the side of it....not my brightest moment" Grant relented as Ares raised her dented hand.
"Yeah, and he cut his other hand doing this"
Ratchet's optics narrowed slightly, taking Ares' hand and looking it over, the plating along the back of her hand, that held the dent earning a hum from him.
"That....should not be possible. No human, even with the advantage of adrenaline, should be able to dent Living Metal." Ratchet said in a puzzled tone, turning to Grant and scanning him.
"And your adrenal response isnt active, this is....troubling"
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The "Hybrid"
FanfictionWhat happens when a young teen discovers his true biology? the world has no clue about the metal race known as "transformers" as they have managed stay hidden from the human eye. But when a young teen by the name of Grant Hocksted is attacked by a d...
