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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ]

On the serene night of Cybertron, the miner bots lay dormant in their pods, but one particular "defective" bot (Y/Cyb/n) remained alert, perched on the edge of the mining facility. His functioning optic surveyed the sprawling metallic cityscape, while the shattered optic displayed a tranquil crescent moon against a black screen.

As he gazed, aerial transformers streaked by in the distance, but his focus was drawn to the colossal holographic projection of the Iacon 5000 race emblem. Lost in contemplation, fragmented memories played in his mind like a relentless loop, stirring a sense of missing information in his processor. It felt as though a suppressed memory was breaking free, surging through his circuits like a tempest.

Recollections surfaced of encountering another bot with the same identity, fleeing from security guards for an unknown reason. Amidst the chaos, the echoing shout of "Codex" reverberated, raising questions about the significance of this term and why it resulted in his outcast status.

"Why?" he pondered. "Why can't I remember?"

Exhaling heavily, (Y/Cyb/n) peered down at the streets below, then gazed upon a nearby metal pipe.

*Bwoop!*

He extended a servo and summoned the orange Quadirectional Keeper Algorithm holographic emblem onto his palm.

*Ping!*

Telekinetically, a red-orange square grasped the pipe, grabbing through its flat surface. Four orange arrows protruded from the sides, and four red-orange triangles pointed inward from the corners.

*Fwoosh! Ping! Fwip! Blip!*

To stave off boredom, (Y/Cyb/n) engaged in playful manipulation of the metal pipe, employing his dormant abilities, a remnant from a distant past. He watched with interest as the red-orange inward triangles glowed and spun the pipe whenever he chose to rotate the prop. Then he watched as the four orange arrows glowed and moved the pipe's position.

During his contemplative musings and ability demonstrations, (Y/Cyb/n) perceived the faint sound of pedesteps approaching. He turned around to identify the source, and to his surprise, he encountered Orion Pax and D-16.

"You're not in your pod," D-16 observed a bewildered expression on his faceplate. "Why are you up and about at this hour?"

"I was bored." (Y/Cyb/n) replied quickly, returning to face the cityscapes. "I want to enjoy myself in my musings where no one would judge me for my weird capabilities." He explained monotonously, spinning the metal pipe around and orienting its positions and angles.

Orion chuckled softly at the sight of (Y/Cyb/n) expertly toying with the metal pipe, his Algorithm weaving through the air like a dancer, telekinetically manipulating the object with grace. "It's not common that I see someone enjoying themselves by playing with a pole," he quipped, his piercing blue gaze shifting from the agile trans-mech to the glinting pipe as it spun effortlessly in mid-air.

Beside him, D-16 stood with his arms crossed, a wide smile breaking across his face. "He's always been a bit different, hasn't he?" He diverted his optic towards (Y/Cyb/n) with a blend of admiration and amusement, his expression softening as he watched the trans-mech skillfully maneuver the pipe. "Looks cool, though."

With a distinctive whir, (Y/Cyb/n) "giggled," the sound resonating like a series of chimes in a gentle breeze. "Thank you. You two are the only ones who embrace who I am, despite my ubiquitous bugs and errors making me sound weird." His voice maintained its flat tone, yet the left pupil of his defective optic flickered and ignited into a bright yellow circle, mirroring a mood ring that radiated joy in contrast to his mechanical nature.