Book of One-Shots

🐟 I'm With You

The battlefield was a nightmarish expanse, stretching as far as the optics could see, a hellscape of twisted metal and scorched earth. The clash between Autobots and Decepticons had ravaged the land, turning what was once a lush, green valley into a barren, smoking wasteland. The sky, choked with thick, black smoke, was a canvas of fire and ash, and the ground trembled beneath the relentless barrage of explosions and the pounding of massive metal feet. And there, in the midst of this chaos, a lone Autobot charged forward, rushing through the smoke and debris, his sensors on high alert, tracking every movement, every sound, as he scanned the battlefield for his target. Around him, the battle raged on with unbridled fury. Autobots and Decepticons clashed in brutal combat, their massive forms locked in a dance of death that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlegrounds.

Optimus Prime, his massive frame a towering beacon of hope amidst the chaos, led the Autobots with the unyielding resolve that had made him a legend. His deep and commanding voice boomed across the battlefield, rallying his fellow Autobots and urging them to fight on despite the overwhelming odds that lay before them. Beside him, Bumblebee tore through the fray with blistering speeds, his blasters firing with pinpoint accuracy as he took down Decepticon after Decepticon.

Meanwhile, Y/N's focus was singular, his optics narrowing as he zeroed in on his target, Soundwave. The Decepticon strategist stood amidst the carnage, his dark blue armor gleaming ominously in the firelight. Soundwave was a cold, calculating presence, his featureless faceplate betraying nothing as he ruthlessly orchestrated the Decepticons' attack. His mechanical monotone voice echoed through the battlefield, issuing commands with the precision of a machine devoid of life itself.

Y/N's spark burned with a seething rage as he watched Soundwave coordinate the assault. This wasn't just another battle; this was personal. The losses, the pain, and the seemingly endless war all culminated in this moment. And Y/N knew that taking down Soundwave could turn the tide and bring a glimmer of hope to the Autobots in this bleak and desperate hour.

With a roar that echoed across the battlefield, Y/N charged forward, his massive legs propelling him with a speed that belied his size. The ground shook with each thunderous step, debris scattering in his wake as he barreled toward Soundwave. But before he could reach the Decepticon, two smaller figures leaped into his path, Rumble and Frenzy, Soundwave's loyal minions. The diminutive Decepticons were a blur of motion, their seismic abilities causing the ground to heave and crack beneath Y/N's feet. But Y/N was undeterred. With a snarl, he swung his arm wide, catching Rumble mid-leap and sending him crashing into a nearby rock with bone-shattering force. Frenzy barely had time to react before Y/N's foot connected with his chest, crushing the Decepticon under him in a shower of sparks and metal.

But Y/N didn't stop. His optics locked onto Soundwave, who had turned to face him, and the two titans charged at each other. The impact of their collision sent a shockwave rippling through the battlefield, the force of which caused nearby combatants to stumble and fall. Y/N and Soundwave were evenly matched in strength, their massive forms locked in a brutal contest of power and endurance.

Blow after blow was exchanged, the sound of metal striking metal reverberating across the battlefield like thunder. Soundwave fought with the cold precision of a machine, his movements calculated and efficient, while Y/N fought with the fury of a warrior pushed to the brink. Each strike from Y/N was fueled by the anger, the frustration, and the deep-seated sorrow that had been building within him for so long.

The battle between them was ferocious, a clash of titans that left the ground cratered and scarred. Soundwave's arm cannon fired at point-blank range, the energy blast searing a line of molten metal across Y/N's chest. But Y/N barely felt the pain, his rage driving him forward. He countered with a devastating uppercut that sent Soundwave staggering back, his armored chest dented and smoking.