ƬIᄂ Λᄂᄂ ΛЯΣ ӨПΣ (ᴛꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

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"Come on- Come on!!" Y/n giddily pulled Orion and D-16 from their respective berth rooms. Grinning so wide that it almost hurt their faceplate. Today was the Iacon Race 5000, and Y/n almost couldn't sleep last night because of the excitement.

"Wow- Slow down N/n, we've got plenty of time to get there." Orion laughed as he was dragged with ease by the taller bot. D-16 in the same situation as he stumbled on his peds.

"You two are slowpokes! If we want good seats, we need to get there as fast as possible!" Y/n squinted, now getting behind the two mechs and pushing them forwards, "Now move it!"

"Easy! I'm still sore you know?" D-16 winced, but he and Orion began to pick up their pace, "Jeez, I know the race is great but you're REALLY ecstatic huh?"

"Um- YES?! I can get the chance to meet my favorite racers, even if it's slim, I still want to watch the race with the free time we actually have! It's something new to do besides going to the mines!!" Y/n jumped side to side around the other miners as they raced forwards into the subway, the two mechs chuckling behind them.

The whole way to the raceway arena, Y/n was buzzing with joy. Barley able to keep still as they looked outside the window like a little kid. Orion and D-16 grinned, they knew how much Y/n wanted something new to do, and seeing them so happy was sparkwarming.

The subway stopped with a hiss, and the doors popped open. Allowing a bunch of bots to pile out like some sort of clown car. Y/n began to trail out as well with Orion and D-16 behind them, chatting away. Yet, Y/n didn't seem to notice that the two mechs had detoured, leaving Y/n alone.

"Guys, did you bring your-" Y/n swiveled their helm, only to realize their two friends were no where sight, "Guys...?" Y/n traced their steps back outside, looking for them, "D? Pax?"

"Out of the way miner!" A mech slammed into Y/n, making them fall down on the ground. Other mechs and femmes weren't paying attention as they kept pushing Y/n down as they were trampled over. Y/n winces as they managed to crawl away from the stampede, and standing away from peering optics.

"Where the hell did they go now??" Y/n hissed as they grew frustrated at their sudden abandonment. They trudged back into the Iacon race arena, now dejected about the whole situation. But they shook their helm as they weren't gonna let it ruin their fun.

'If Orion and D-16 didn't want to hang out with me, that's fine. They at least could've told me instead of running off and leaving me...' Y/n thought bitterly to themselves, not paying attention to where they were walking until they bumped into someone.

"Ugh- Sorry-" Y/n stepped back embarrassed, almost tripping on their peds once more if it wasn't for a servo delaying their tumble.

"You ok kid?"

Y/n paused at the voice, and looked up meet blue optics of their favorite racer. Y/n froze in their place, breathe hitched as they didn't know how to comprehend the sight of Blurr, in FRONT of them.

"Hellooooo?" The mech waved his servo in front of Y/n, snapping them from their shocked state as they blinked, "Oh good. I thought I broke you."

"I- Y-you...You're Blurr...o-one of the racers...?" Y/n asked, cursing themselves internally for even asking such a obvious question.

"Ah, a fan I presume?" Blurr grinned as he strikes a pose, again, making Y/n giddy as they nodded shyly, "Well I'm always happy to give an autograph." He winked as he pulled out a digital pad, sighing his signature and giving it to Y/n.

"T-Thank you Sir..." Y/n marveled at the signature, almost happy they were left behind so they could get this experience. Though they couldn't help the frown on their lips as they were still bitter about it.