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

ೃ⁀➷[ 𝔽𝕃𝕐 𝔸𝕎𝔸𝕐 (ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪) ] || 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐒 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐨

"Alright..."

He inhaled deeply, filling his vents with the crisp, cool air of the night, and exhaled, releasing the pent-up tension. Stretching his limbs, he unfurled his six wings, their metallic, bladed feathers shimmering in the moonlight, casting intricate shadows on the ground below. With a determined gaze, he surveyed the tall ramp that led up to the planet's surface. Climbing or running up it would be a challenge; he risked sliding off or tumbling down the incline without enough speed.

However, a reassuring thought flickered through his processor. Earlier, during an engaging tea session with Elita, he had used his Chameleon Algorithm to discreetly mimic her agile wheel pedes, granting him the ability to navigate with her makeshift motorized skates.

(Y/Cyb/n) approached the towering, inclined ramp, the silvery moonlight spilling over the metallic surface like a cascading waterfall of light. Each step he took sent small echoes through the quiet night, amplifying the mix of uncertainty and anticipation thrumming in his spark. He turned to take a long, lingering look back towards Iacon City, its vibrant glow stark against the vast dark expanse. The wise words of Optimus and Elita-1 echoed fiercely in his mind, warnings thrumming through his processor like a persistent alarm, advising caution before diving into the unknown world below.

"Here goes nothing," he murmured to himself, his voice barely a whisper against the cool night air, gathering every ounce of courage that surged within him.

Planting his pedes firmly on the cold metal base of the incline, he closed his optics as if to shut out the thoughts swirling in his mind. He activated his Chameleon Algorithm, channeling all of his focus onto the memory of Elita's agile wheel pedes, envisioning their fluid grace.

*BWOOSH!*

*ZOOOOM!!*

"W-WHOA!"

With a startled yelp that seemed to cut through the still night, he flapped all six of his powerful wings. The combined thrust propelled him forward in an exhilarating rush, aided by the now-engaged motorized wheels. He shot off, racing up the ramp, the rush of wind feeling like icy fingers against his face as the incline steepened beneath him.

(Y/Cyb/n) careened up the ramp, his wings beating fervently against the air while his Chameleon Algorithm held the wheels securely in place. The howl of wind roared past him, a fierce reminder of the perilous height he was reaching as he fought to maintain his balance. He instinctively tilted his frame to counteract the ever-increasing pull of gravity, a desperate struggle to stay upright.

"Oh Primus, oh Primus, oh Primus!" he exclaimed, clutching the ramp's surface as if his very spark would be ripped from him otherwise. The pulse of adrenaline rushed through him, matching the speed of his wild, headlong ride.

(Y/Cyb/n) clung desperately to the ramp's cold, unyielding surface, the wind a deafening whistle around his audios. The steep incline made his internal gyroscope spin in chaotic vertigo as he hurtled upwards, racing toward the summit.

His wheels whirred in a symphony of mechanical whines, and his wings fluttered like wild leaves caught in a storm. The powerful incline and fierce wind conspired to throw him off balance, making every moment a grueling battle for control.

"Primus almighty, I should've stuck to the lift!"

As he soared closer to the planet's surface, only 15.8% of the ramp lay between him and the top, but the finish felt both tantalizingly close and distantly unreachable. "Come on...! Almost there!" he gritted his dentas, determination fueling his every move.