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

ೃ⁀➷[ 𝕐𝔸ℙℙ𝔼ℝ𝕋ℝ𝕆ℕ ] || 𝐁-𝟏𝟐𝟕/𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧

(Y/Cyb/n) was resting in his berth room, drinking tea, watching through the window of his home. He had just finished hanging up photos that contained memories of his friends, Elita-1, Orion Pax, B-127, and D-16. They reminded him of good times before D-16 had changed once he learned that Sentinel Prime was a traitor to all of Cybertron. Affinity does bother him a bit sometimes. It makes him say his actions and emotions reflexively when Affinity is "active" in his head.

But it wasn't too much of a bother. Even though D-16—now called Megatron—is banished from Iacon, everything is okay as long as there is peace.

*RING! RING!*

(Y/Cyb/n)'s comlink began beeping and ringing. "[PRESSING COMLINK]" He reflexively chirped and pressed a digit against one of his audio receptors to answer the call. "Hello? This is (Y/Cyb/n) speaking." He spoke to Orion Pax—better known as Optimus Prime now—while telekinetically placing his tea cup elsewhere using the holographic Quadirectional Keeper Algorithm's emblem.

"::Hey, (Y/Cyb/n)! I need you to do me a favor, if you don't mind!::"

Optimus' voice rang through the comlink. He sounded a little exhausted, either from the rebuilding of Iacon or something else, but was trying to hide it.

"[CHUCKLE]" (Y/Cyb/n) "chuckled" to Optimus over the comlink. "You know I'm always free for a favor. What do you need?"

"::Well, Elita-1 and I have some important work to attend to... and I was wondering if you could... look after B for the next few mega-cycles?::"

Optimus paused, rubbing the side of his helm with a servo as he spoke. He was a bit reluctant to ask, but (Y/Cyb/n) is who he and Elita-1 trust the most.

"[GIGGLE] Sure, Optimus. I'll babysit Yappertron." (Y/Cyb/n) "giggled" in response, reminiscing about his previous adventure.

Ever since he met B-127 in sub-level 50, he learned B was a talker- and a big yapper. B-127 had ADHD, which made him overenthusiastic through many things due to many cycles of being in isolation. Now that he is out, he still talks, but it was in a better environment than from where he used to be.

:::Thank you very much.:: Optimus thanked (Y/Cyb/n) with a sigh, a bit of stress lifting from his shoulders. :::It shouldn't take us too long to finish up, but we'll try to get back as soon as we can.::

Optimus was about to say something else but the sound of distant shouting caught his attention, he turned his helm in the direction of where the sound came from. Optimus gave a small sigh. "That would be Elita-1..."

"::[GIGGLE] Tough as always, I presume?::" (Y/Cyb/n) chirped with amusement over the comlink. "::Take care, Optimus Prime. Call me if you need anything else.::" He added before ending the call.

With a reflexive "soft yawn" escaping his dermas, he exited his seat and stretched his arms. He used his Quadirectional Keeper Algorithm again, the red-orange and orange-colored emblem grabbing his pen and data tablet for journaling. They were flicked into the air from his berth, launching towards his servos. Each prop landed smoothly before they were quickly pixelated into sea-green-colored pixels and disappeared, saved into a mini-dimension pocket (Y/Cyb/n) keeps.

A couple of nanoclicks later, (Y/Cyb/n) heard a knock at the door.