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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘 ]

(Yes, it's a pun intended)

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Ironically, despite their best effort in the race, the miners faced unexpected events. Due to their lower status, they were not valued by most of the higher-ups, especially (Y/Cyb/n) who was considered the "most defective" and still managed to win the race.

The trio found themselves in the med bay, waiting to be discharged after receiving treatment. Orion sat to the right, D-16 to the left, and (Y/Cyb/n) sat between them. The trans-mech had an eyepatch over his defective left optic following a minor surgical procedure to repair the screen that displayed his emotions.

"So... how long do you think we'll be here?" Orion asked D-16, trying to initiate a conversation.

"I'm not talking to you," D-16 replied sharply, still upset about their predicament.

(Y/Cyb/n) looked between his two friends, blinking with his functioning right optic while holding the eyepatch over his recovering left optic, a visible sign of his struggle.

After a few moments of silence...

"You know what—I can't believe you made us do that," he growled, raising his servos in frustration. "We are SO screwed!" He emphasized the severity of their situation.

They were lower classmen, but on top of that, (Y/Cyb/n) didn't get the reward after he was forcefully pushed past the finish line to win the race because he was labeled "most defective."

"I thought you weren't talking to me," Orion replied cheekily, glancing away from D-16, who looked at him incredulously with his yellow hexagon-shaped optics.

"Ugh, shut up," D-16 muttered, not wanting to humor his friend's attempt to lighten the mood.

Orion chuckled, enjoying D-16's irritation. "Oh come on, D-16, lighten up. We won a race as lowly miners against trained transformers! That's gotta count for something, right?"

D-16 rolled his optics. "Yeah, and what did that get us? Stuck in the med bay, recovering from injuries, without a single reward to show for our accomplishment. Real great achievement, right?" He raised his arm, accidentally smacking (Y/Cyb/n)'s faceplate.

*Donk!*

"Ow." (Y/Cyb/n) monotonous "yelped" when he felt the black servo hitting where his left optic was already vulnerable at the state of healing.

"Hey—" the dark gray and silver mech began sternly at the blue and red mech. "I know this is all a big joke to you, but not to me. I was paying my dues. I was going places—and now, they're going to bust me down! I-I-I don't even know how many tiers!" He vented.

I'm sorry, D," Orion apologized. "But come on—didn't you feel it?" He smiled, trying to lighten up the mood. "Even for just a second, didn't you feel liberated? Like you were something else? Like, you were more than what they say you are?"

"Yeah... I felt it," D-16 nodded, still irritated at the stunt they pulled off at the race. "But it doesn't matter! We're going to get punished AND demoted!" He sighed, a servo on his helm. "Ugh... Sentinel Prime saw the whole thing. This is so embarrassing." He sulked, both servos on his helm as he looked at the ground, ashamed of their current predicament.

Orion's enthusiasm faded away slightly. He gave his best friend a consoling pat on the shoulder. "Hey, look at it this way: sure, we'll be punished and stuff, but at least we can say we won a race. And come on, being demoted just because we won? That's kinda ridiculous, isn't it?"

D-16 sighed, still feeling down. "I guess you have a point. But I just can't believe this happened." He looked at (Y/Cyb/n), noticing the trans-mech's damaged optic. "How's the eye?"

(Y/Cyb/n) rubbed the eyepatch over his eye. "[PAINED SHRUG]. It is still sore," he said, his voice even more monotone and emotionless than usual.

Orion chuckled. "Well, at least it's healing. And hey, the eyepatch looks kinda cool, don't ya think?"

D-16 gave Orion a look, his optics narrowing. "Yeah, really mature, Orion."

"Hey, just trying to make the situation a little less miserable."

D-16 rolled his optics. "And failing miserably, I might add."