ƬIᄂ Λᄂᄂ ΛЯΣ ӨПΣ (ᴛꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᄃΉΛPƬΣЯ ƬЩΣᄂVΣ

"Alright. Wake them up."

Y/n let out a hard gasp, their processor suddenly revived back online. Their spark thrummed against their chassis at the unfamiliar place, unfamiliar cybertronians that glowered down at them like caged animals. Y/n sneered defensively, trying to spread their wings, only to find the constricted by some cuffs, as well as they their pedes and servos.

"What is this?!" Y/n shouts, trying to break free from their restraints, not liking the feeling of being cornered and caught like some wild beast.

"Y/n. Easy." Elita whispered from beside them, and Y/n pointed their spiteful optics towards the barrel of a gun. Immediately they understood the situation, one wrong move from them and Y/n would have both them and the others helms blown off, there was no way they could take on this many cybertronians without any repercussions...

"Now. Are you spies? Or just incompetent lackeys?!" A unnatural pitched voice demanded, as the groups attention diverted to a single mech, sitting on a throne.

"We're not spies..." Orion held up his servos, to show that he was not trying to cause any trouble.

"But he is incompetent." Elita muses, and Y/n sent her a slight disapproving look. Although they agreed, these bots surly didn't need to know that right now...

"Scanning electrical impulses...He speaks the truth..." Another mech spoke up from beside the other, and Y/n furrowed their ridges as a blue pulse made its way to Orion.

"See? Blue bot here says we're not lying. So can we go now and pretend we never saw or spoke to each other??" Y/n once again, tried to get out of their cuffs, only for a nearby gun to shove into their backside. Getting a strong reaction out of D-16.

"Don't you EVER do that to them AGAIN." D-16 scowled, his servo twitching to strangle the mech who dared to threaten Y/'s life. The mech, feeling entitled and smug, did it once more just to piss him off. Yet was met with Y/n fury instead, as their strong jaw snapped towards him, barely missing his digit from being chopped off with their teeth.

"I swear to Primus- I will rip off that arm and beat you with it!!" Y/n growled threateningly, optics turning to slits as they stared directly at the mech who was testing their patience. Their tail thrashed around in agitation...the only part of them NOT cuffed.

"Y/n, stop it before you get us killed!" Orion scolded in a whisper from behind as more weapons were drawn to them, making Y/n groan. Begrudgingly obeying, sitting back down, and staying silent.

"That just means he believes himself! Like any spy would!" The red mech scoffed, ignoring the fiasco of Y/n's endeavor, even if he was intrigued by their erratic behavior. It was familiar to him in a way, it was not every cycle you see a live predacon. Not anymore at least.

The red mech resumed to not believe in Orion's words of not being a spy. Trust being scarce in this world of betrayal. Suddenly, the sound of muffled chatter came from Bee, who was...gagged....

"Uh...Why is he gagged?" Elita questioned as Bee continued to frantically gesture words he couldn't say.

'And why the frag am I tied up and they aren't?! Seriously these things are killing my wings...' Y/n complained to themselves, 'If only we weren't surrounded...I could transform and break out of these things in no time...'

"He wouldn't stop talking." The purple mech pointed to Bee, even with one optic, Y/n could see the frustration in his body language.

"Even when he was unconscious??" Elita tilted her helm at the mech, confused on the whole ordeal.

"ESPECIALLY WHEN HE WAS UNCONSCIOUS!!" The purple mech stomped his pede, already getting more annoyed at Bee. Y/n snorts at this, as they know exactly how the purple mech felt. As much as they enjoy Bee's presence, they still have no clue how he talked so much in his recharge state...