Transformers Prime Preferences [DISCONTINUED]

💔~Crazy..~💔

Optimus Prime:

This can't be happening.

You felt as if your spark had just been ripped out of your chassis and crushed right before your very own optics. Your processor ached as you tried to digest what had just happened. Hoping it was all a dream, you closed your optics.

But there he was.

It was Optimus, standing before you with S/N in his arms.

"Y/N, are you alright?"

Tears began to spill from your dimmed optics as your hardware drive replayed the situation.

"I fear this relationship puts us all at risk, Y/N. I can no longer be your sparkling's sire." Optimus held out a very confused S/N towards you.

You glitched out on yourself before you could remember any further.

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Bumblebee:

This isn't real, it just can't be, right?

...

But it was real. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself it wasn't, there he was. The one mech you trusted with everything in berth with another femme. And we all know there's only one other femme on Team Prime.

.::Y/N, it isn't what it looks like!::.

"Remind me to say that when my ped is up your aft!" you seethed.

"Uh, are you okay Y/N?" asked Bulkhead. You set S/N down in front of him,

"Watch her, please", Y/N transformed and sped out of the base. Your tank felt sick, and you tried to swallow what had just happened but it only made the pain worse. Your vision became blurry, and eventually it was enveloped in darkness. The sound of tearing metal filled your audials, something exploded, and your tires were suddenly popped. There was an incredible impact against your frame, and you immediately lost consciousness.

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Ratchet:

No...

"That thing doesn't belong to me."

Ratchet slowly walked toward Y/N, his servos transformed into blades and his optics a spiteful green. The orange and white frame was now stained with fresh energon he had cut from Y/N, who was holding onto S/N like her life depended on it.

Well, technically it did.

She backed away as he approached, wanting to defend herself and her sparkling but incapable. Her servos refused to transform and any weapons could not be deployed.

"She never was." He stated coldly.

"Ratchet, how could you say these things?", Y/N couldn't believe her audials. She's heard Ratchet talk from irritation, but never hate. It seemed impossible, until now.

"What's gotten into you?", she frantically asked as her back was pressed up against a wall.

There was no way out. There was no escape.

Y/N's optics widened in horror as Ratchet brought up an armed servo.

"Relax, Y/N", he said coolly, "I'm a doctor", his servo came down lightning fast and energon gushed about. Everything became black.