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

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥[ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐂: 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋... 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐈𝐓?]

The scene unfolds in the serene world of Cybertron, a vast metallic underground city that spans both the ceilings and the ground. All is tranquil, with the sun's rays filtering through the cracks, illuminating the world's surface.

"[CONCERNED] [FRIGHTENED]" A familiar, monotonous voice spoke as a trans-mech followed a blue and red-color-themed mech. "[INQUIRY] Are you sure this is a good idea, Orion Pax?" The hesitation in the voice was palpable, amplifying the gravity of the decision and the thrill of the impending risk.

"It'll be fine, (Y/Cyb/n)! Just give me your servo!"

A familiar figure, the (opt/c) trans-mech, looked down at the city below with a wary gaze. Ever since the explosion incident three demi-cycles ago, a catastrophic event that shook the very foundations of Cybertron, he had developed a fear of heights. The thought of being in a high place, without the safety of a secure structure or the assurance of being caught if he fell, made him uneasy.

"[EXASPERATION] Why did I ever agree to go along with you, Orion Pax?" (Y/Cyb/n) voiced his complaint, his emotion reflexively escaping him. His left optic, once a vibrant optic, was now a screen with a pupil that could only change shapes and colors.

He couldn't see through his broken optic, but it at least conveyed parts of his emotions, like a mood ring. Right now, it is a jagged, lopsided, dark gray triangle, representing fear.

Orion chuckled faintly as he looked at his scared friend. He then softly and gently grabbed his servo. "C'mon. You'll be fine." Orion tried to reassure him, his servo gently pulling him closer to the edge. "I'll promise to catch you if you fall, but I know you won't." He reassured him again, giving him a small, warm smile, reinforcing their trust and camaraderie.

"[SHEEPISH NOD]" (Y/Cyb/n) reflexively spoke with a soft smile. The pupil changed into a vibrant, lime-green crescent moon color.

"That's the spirit, buddy!" He smiled, giving him an affectionate rub on his friend's helm, which his left pupil shifted rapidly between a heart with soft pastel colors. "Come on, just through this vent, and we're in the Hall of Records." He quickly cut down the circle-shaped vent, breaking it off.

*CLANK!!*

Orion broke through the vent from the ceiling, dropping down to his pedes and narrowly avoiding alarm laser traps. "[SHUFFLE] [SHUFFLE] [SHUFFLE]..." (Y/Cyb/n) followed suit, carefully climbing down while he reflexively whispered the action multiple times before he landed on the ground safely.

The Hall of Records, a place of great importance in Cybertron, was quiet and empty. It was filled with data pads and other items, but nobody was in sight. The room was dimly lit, but it was still easy to see. It was also filled with rows upon rows of archives, some with data pads and others empty. Metal boxes of some history records lay everywhere.

Orion furrowed his optics as he shuffled through the archives, his determination evident in his focused search for what he needed to find. "Okay, let's see what we got here." He muttered, taking a few different servo-sized colored chips. "I've seen that. I've seen that." He shuffled through some of the chips he had already seen while he walked to a table. He had broken into the Halls of Record several times before, and this was probably his 1000th time.

"Ah..." He found an archive he hadn't viewed from the collection. "What's this about?" He placed the chip into the slot to see what record it had.