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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐘 ]

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After the incident, D-16, Orion Pax, and (Y/Cyb/n) found themselves seated on cold, metallic benches in the resting area of the mining facility. The atmosphere buzzed with the sounds of other miner bots catching their breath after a grueling day buried deep within the labyrinth of the mines. A mix of vibrant chatter filled the air as bots exchanged stories, some wandering around aimlessly, while others engaged in light workouts to shake off the fatigue. A few curious glances were cast in the direction of (Y/Cyb/n), but the miners kept their whispers low, respecting the gravity of what had transpired.

D-16, his silver and dark gray plating gleaming dimly under the sparse overhead lights, rubbed his cheek plate in annoyance, still stinging from Darkwing's punch to his metallic faceplate. "Ow... that hurts," he groaned, wincing slightly as he probed the sore spot.

"Well, what did you expect?" Orion Pax replied, his voice steady, arms crossed defiantly over his chest. His bright blue optics reflected both concern and disapproval. "He's made out of metal."

"You were out of line," D-16 shot back, turning his helm sharply to the right, the frustration evident in his tone. "Talking back to a superior bot."

"Darkwing was the one out of line. He deserves it," Orion Pax countered, unfazed. He shifted slightly to lean closer, his gaze unwavering. "Besides, it was unfair justice to (Y/Cyb/n) and Elita-1." Tension lingered in the air, but Orion's demeanor softened as he gently patted (Y/Cyb/n), who was sandwiched between the two mechs. "Thanks for that punch."

(Y/Cyb/n) gave a slight nod in acknowledgment of Orion's gratitude. "No problem." His voice came out still glitched, but less so than before. His vocalizers were slowly healing over time. He began massaging his throat area.

The dark gray and silver mech looked over at (Y/Cyb/n), concern evident in his optics. "Are you okay?" he asked gently. "That guard did a number on your neck."

"It's nothing." The trans-mech turned his helm back to face forward. Surprisingly, aside from a few scratches and bruises here and there, he didn't have any serious injury after being strangled by Darkwing.

Orion Pax looked at (Y/Cyb/n) and was still concerned. "You still sure that you're okay? I know you're tough, but getting strangled is not exactly pleasant."

"[ASSURANCE] I'm fine, Orion Pax." (Y/Cyb/n) reassuringly stated in a monotone voice. "I was just trying to help a friend."

Orion chuckled, shaking his helm. "And you did more than just help a friend. You punched the most feared guard in this mine. And he will probably have a very nice headache when he wakes up."

D-16 added, "And knowing him, he's going to be even more pissed off. I think you just made him your enemy (Y/Cyb/n). Not to mention you've worsened your reputation..."

"Hey!" The dark gray and silver bot's best friend shot him a slightly disapproving glare and rhetorically asked him. "Aren't you tired of being treated like we're nothing?"

"He had every right to hit me," D-16 remarked to Orion. "I interfered."

"[ANNOYED]" (Y/Cyb/n)'s left pupil shifted into a lopsided orange-colored triangle, sparing the dark gray and silver bot a slightly disapproving glance on his monotonous faceplate.

"Hit because you were doing a simple apology on your friend's behalf? That shouldn't be apologized for. Darkwing is a jerk."

"Yeah. The whole mine knows." Orion Pax confirmed, turning his helm as some bots walked by, looking at (Y/Cyb/n) with surprised and impressed expressions before nodding at him.