Transformers x Reader

Predaking x Reader

Boom.

Crash.

Oversized audio receptors twitching, I flick my optics upward, slowly crouching.

Who would dare come into my cave?

Placing a slim servo against the stone cold wall, I heave myself up, frame holding onto the wall as I climb upwards. Twisting around, I prop my pedes behind me, digits curling into crevices of the rock ceiling.

"Hey boss, why are we even here?"

Dimming my optics, my frame locks into stillness as two frames stride into the main cavern.

"Darksteel, as I have told you before, I will not be confined to some rusted cage, this cave will serve its purpose for now."

Glancing over to a much taller mech, his yellow optics scan the room, almost suspicious of it. After a long minute of silence, he impatiently looks over to Darksteel, gesturing with a large clawed servo.

"Go on, then. Explore the rest."

Lightly twitching, I avoid letting out a small snicker, knowing the depths of the caves simply wind downwards into meaningless paths.

Unknown to them however, the smaller mech casually walks into a small opening, lightly crouching to fit through.

After a long minute, the beastly mech turns, slowly walking along the walls, piercing optics catching onto something.

Etched into the walls, crude drawings scatter across, roughly carved into the stone.

Placing a servo against an etching, he narrows his optics, leaning forward.

"It is rude to enter another's establishment without permission."

Helm whipping around, he pushes off of the wall, angrily glancing around the dark room.

"Show yourself and you may not be harmed."

Smirking, I lean further into the corner, avoiding his fierce gaze.

"I wouldn't be worrying about me if I were you."

A faint shout is heard, before a loud thump. Lightly chuckling, I frown as his optics lock onto mine. Venting heavily, I shimmy down, casually dusting my shoulderplates off.

"I recommend you get your small comrade. It seems he needs help."

Beginning a silent staring contest, his optics shutter, frowning deeply.

"What is your designation."

Peering behind him to the decorated walls, images of battle and death flash into my processor, energon splattering across my vision almost as grimly as the real day.

"My designation... Is not important."

Lifting a digit, he begins to open his mouth, a faint shout interrupting him.

"Predaking... I could-ugh- use some help over here!"

Lightly chuckling, I stride past him, digits trailing along the carvings in the walls.

"Go on, Predaking, I'm sure my traps down there are quite the sight."

A small silence, then the thundering of pedes as he stalks off. Chuckling lightly, I turn, following after him, leaning my helm into the entrance.

Frame stilling, I double over, laughs echoing throughout the cavern. Stepping over a small boulder, I take in deep vents, optics brightening in amusement.

Completely upside-down, Predaking struggles, servos clawing to reach a strand of improvised rope taut around his pede.

"I suppose I could say a pun, but I have the oddest feeling you wouldn't be amused."

Movement ceasing, his frame goes limp, yellow optics glaring angrily at me.

"I suppose I am at your mercy then."

Noting the obvious sarcasm, I scoff, clawing up the rock, reaching out with a sharp digit to untangle the wire.

Ungracefully thudding to the ground, I scoff, leaping across his frame, skillfully moving further into the passage.

Hearing a scratching behind me as he stands, I roll my optics, spotting his- follower of sorts.

Leaning forward, I place my servos on my hip plating, letting an amused snort come through. The mech, Darksteel, had fallen into a deep crevice.

"Neither of you are careful at all, hm?"

Hearing an annoyed grumble from below, I laugh, jumping into the dark entrapment.

Reaching down, I take a deep vent, ignoring a surprised shout as I lift the larger mech up, heaving him upwards as he claws against the ledge, climbing up.

Jumping slightly, I bounce easily against either side of the crevice, lifting myself upwards with ease.

"How did you do that?!"

Lifting an optic ridge towards Darksteel, I scoff.

"Not all femmes are weaklings."

Dusting my frame off lightly, I push past the two mechs, climbing the steep path back into the main area of the cave.

Reaching the top, I glance behind me before scoffing, seeing both of the large mechs slightly struggle to maneuver up the narrow walkway.

Confidence in my step as we come out of the passageway, I swivel around, optics passing between the two as they glance towards each other.

"I would have to advise against claiming this cavern. There is little-to-no energon left, and it would be far too cramped for three Predacons."

Yellow optics flicking in confusion, Predaking shifts his weight, obviously suspicious.

"You said three Predacons?"

Scoffing, I turn away, picking at my digits as I stroll over to the carved wall.

"Yes. I was the first Predacon from Shockwave's experiments; however, apparently I was far too weak to be able to serve a purpose for the cause."

Letting out a sound familiar to a snort, the smaller mech-Darksteel-shakes his helm.

"Weak? You kidding me? You practically just threw me over your shoulderplates back there!"

Rolling my optics, I twist my helm to look at the mech, frown etched deep onto my faceplate.

"I have an inability to process energon correctly. While your levels may take months to drop to an unsafe level, mine takes only a few days. I was never given the opportunity to display my strength, they simply cast me aside."

Smirking deviously, I cock a hip, picking at my digits as pride wafts through my voice.

"But as you can see, I'm doing just fine without them. I am free to do whatever I want, whenever, no longer confined to a cage."

Glancing over to the two, a devious grin comes to my faceplate.

"And I think we could make out a bit of a deal."