Transformers One Shots: THE BEST OF THE BEST!!!!

Ratchet x Binary Nurse Reader Part 2

Uniatra back, everyone!!!!

I just love the two new posters for TF One!!!!! Are U?

I haven't been on the site too much as I used to when I stated, but I decided to do this one!!!

So, lets give this another shot, shall we?

So lets roooooooooollll out and (try to) finish the story!!!
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The battle was over,and all Y/N did was stay with the green guy.

He crouched down to them an asked for their name.

"My name is Y/n L/n and I think I heard you call me a him?"

"I persume." he said

"I am not a he, I am a they. And who are you"

"I am sorry. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Ratchet."

He seemed nice.

Just then, explosions were heard, with a voice shouting from the distance:

"INCOMING!!!"

Planes and helicopters shooting at the robots

Ratchet transformed into some sort of ambulance and got them out of there alive.

Thru his radio he talked to them

Are you alright? Those humans started shooting real badly!!!!

Y/N was shaking, huddled between their legs.

The fuck just happened?  They though

Ratchet's voice filled the vehicle, filled with concern. "We need to find a safe place," he said. "This isn't over yet."

They nodded, their voice barely a whisper. "I...I don't know what to do."

Ratchet's voice softened. "It's okay," he reassured them. "You're safe now. We'll figure it out together."

Their world had been shattered, but in the midst of the chaos, a flicker of hope ignited. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to help.

After all, they were a nurse. Healing was in their blood.

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The abandoned car wash loomed like a skeletal beast against the darkening sky.

 Its once-bright lights were now hollowed-out sockets, and the once-gleaming chrome was tarnished and faded.

 Ratchet transformed with a series of metallic clicks and groans, his towering form filling the small space.

Y/N hesitated at the entrance, a mix of fear and determination in their chest.

Their stomach growled a reminder of their physical needs, and the sting of minor injuries demanded attention. 

They couldn't rely on Ratchet forever, and scavenging for supplies seemed like the only option.

With a deep breath, they stepped into the abandoned building. 

The air was thick with the musty scent of decay, and the floor was littered with debris. 

They fumbled for their phone, its light casting dancing shadows on the grimy walls. 

The battery was nearly dead, its glow flickering like a dying firefly.

A sudden noise made you jump. It was Ratchet, rummaging through the remnants of the snack machines.