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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ]

The expedition was genuinely breathtaking, a vivid tapestry woven with natural wonders that captivated the Cybertronians' senses. Above the surface of the underground world, stunning crystalline formations erupted like colossal hills, their jagged peaks sparkling with a dazzling brilliance reminiscent of a star-studded cosmos. The light danced across the surfaces, creating a mesmerizing display of colors that shifted with every passing moment. Amidst this tranquil panorama, the constant chatter of B-127 faded into the background, his vocalizations blending effortlessly with the serene surroundings and the gentle rustle of the vibrant flora.

(Y/Cyb/n) felt a profound sense of tranquility wash over him, as if he had found solace in a familiar place, despite the absence of recollections from his past. He often proclaimed, wherever he roamed, that he kept catching glimpses of a Celtic star—a soft, light pink glow flickering at the edge of his vision, sometimes peeking through the dense, swirling fog that enveloped them.

"Not two, not three, but five~." B-127 sang his cheerful melody as they ventured deeper into the heart of this otherworldly landscape, where vibrant red ferns unfurled their delicate fronds and unusual organic grass swayed gracefully in the soft breeze.

"Five best friends walking right through the door," he hummed, his voice weaving through the air. "Wait—five doesn't sound right with the word 'door,'" he muttered, a hint of disappointment coloring his tone.

"[CONTEMPLATION]," the trans-mech chirped monotonously, his thoughts whirling as he attempted to conjure a creative rhyme for B-127's whimsical hymn. "Five best friends... trying to stay alive?" (Y/Cyb/n) suggested with a playful shrug, a trace of mischief in his optics.

"Hey, look," Orion Pax pointed with enthusiasm, drawing everyone's attention to a patch of organic grass and fern nearby. "There's more of it over here."

"What is it?" Elita-1 questioned, her curiosity piqued as she switched off the mini-beacon, allowing the soft, phosphorescent glow of the environment to guide them.

"It's not... metal," D-16 noted, observing how the material undulated under his servo, its odd flexibility a stark contrast to the rigid, metallic structures they were accustomed to. 

"It's like some kind of... uh..." One of the blue and red mech's servos grazed the perplexing red fern, its surface cool and pliable. "Weird nature," he concluded, a sense of fascination bubbling within him as he absorbed the unusual environment.

(Y/Cyb/n) kneeled beside a patch of the vibrant red grasses, his index digit probing curiously. "[GENTLE POKE] [GENTLE POKE] [GENTLE POKE] [GENTLE POKE] [GENTLE POKE] [GENTLE POKE]," he stated reflexively, each soft poke a testament to his unyielding curiosity.

"Pft—" B-127 quietly chuckled at the "defective" mech's antics. "Okay—now that's adorable."

Orion Pax let out a warm chuckle, intrigued by (Y/Cyb/n)'s innocent exploration. Despite the others considering him 'defective,' it became increasingly clear that (Y/Cyb/n) possessed an extraordinary connection with his senses and surroundings. He observed the minutiae that the others overlooked, a unique trait that set him apart.

D-16, sensing the serene joy radiating from (Y/Cyb/n) as he interacted with the grasses, took a step closer, placing a comforting servo over his shoulder. "Hey," he greeted, hoping to forge a more personal connection given their shared journey through this surreal landscape.