🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ [ 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 ]

[ CYCLES LATER... ]

(Y/Cyb/N) sat on his hidden room's cold, metallic floor, tinkering with a small gadget. His helm, lopsided as always, drooped as he tried to keep it balanced. His servos, while capable, fumbled with the small wires and circuits in front of him.

A faint hum of machinery buzzed in the background as his creators, sire, and carrier worked tirelessly in the next room. He didn't have the natural grace of other Cybertronians. He wasn't fast or sharp like the racers he'd seen on the holo-vids, nor was he strong like the bots who labored in the factories. But he was something else-something even more powerful than he could yet understand.

"You're doing fine," his sire's voice echoed from the doorway. The tall, lean Cybertronian approached, optics glowing warmly. "You just need to concentrate. You have your abilities, and they'll come to you in time."

(Y/Cyb/N) grumbled, pressing his servos harder into the gadget, causing it to spark. "I'm trying," he muttered aloud, as always. "[𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃]." He reflexively spoke his emotion once more.

He had to say it.

He couldn't just feel it.

"I don't understand why I'm like this... clumsy... [𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋]." He added, clenching his servos, mindful of not to destroy the gadget. "And my helm won't stay straight..."

His sire kneeled beside him, pulling the gadget away before it could spark again. "You're more special than you know. What you have is beyond any Cybertronian's normal understanding. We gave you something powerful that will help you someday."

His carrier's voice chimed in from the other side of the room. "But you must be careful," she warned. "We can't let the others know what you are-what we are."

"[𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.]" (Y/Cyb/N) finally released the irritated tension he was keeping inside him. "[𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]. Of course, Carrier, I am highly aware of what we are." He looked at his servos, slightly burnt from the struggle of getting his creators' infernal gadget to work for him.

"[𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇]." (Y/Cyb/N)squeezes his servos before letting them slack, his helm also going lopsided once more. "[CONTEMPLATING IN THOUGHT]. I wish I were not defected or born like this. Although I appreciate my dementia fixed, I can't get over my lopsided helm. [GRAB]." He stated his action, grasping his lopsided helm and trying to put it back in place.

His sire gently placed a servo on his shoulder, his optics soft with understanding. "Your helm isn't a defect," he said quietly. "It's a reminder of the uniqueness you carry-of the Algorithms within you. There is nothing 'wrong' with you. It just takes time for the pieces to align. You'll grow into it."

(Y/Cyb/N) sighed again, his optics dimming slightly. "[𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄]." He stared at the gadget before him, twisting the wires between his fingers. "I know I'm different," he muttered. "[𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓]. But I wish I understood why the Algorithms chose me..."

His carrier approached, standing next to his sire. Her optics softened as she looked down at him. "The Algorithms-while powerful-don't come with a manual." She knelt beside him, placing a careful servo on his helm, tilting it upright for him. "But you're not alone in this, sweetspark. We're here to guide you through it."