Who's Really the Crazy One Here?

Chapter 6

You rolled your optics at the gift left at the door to where you have chosen to berth. Though you couldn't help but swoon at the efforts of the mech who's trying so hard to regain your affections.

You picked up the messily wrapped box and walked in to your berthroom sharply kicking the door shut behind you. You plopped down in your makeshift berth the leaves jumping up and falling down.

You pulled the sloppily made ribbon off causing the wrapping to fall off.

'Typical Blitzy, not even fully wrapping the box.'

You pulled the top off the box to smile at the sweets found within. You lifted the note placing the box in your lap.

'Dearest (Y/n),
       If my memory is not lost I should recall that you had an affinity for the yellow sweets, I have left some of the other colors in as well.' You popped one of the specified flavors in your intake and continued to read

'YOU BETTER FRAGGING LIKE IT YOU NEEDY LITTLE SHE-DEVIL. THESE WERE HARD ENOUGH TO FIND AND MAKE WITHOUT STARSCREAM UP MY THROAT PIPES COMMENTING ON MY ABILITIES!' You continued on to the sloppy backwards writing typical of Random

'(Y/n/n) my little flowery scientist! I recently found some tools for you! Hehehe. You'll have to find them though!.' You stopped mid-chew

He wouldn't.. this is random we are talking about....

You picked up one of the bigger sweets and drive your thumbs into the center, and sure enough you were met with the hard metal of some sort of tool.

You rolled your optics and went back to struggling to understand the scribbles that is Randoms handwriting

'Hehehehe! Well I hope you find them (y/n/n)! If you ever want more treats ask me! I'll gladly provide~ hahaha!
                                              Truly yours,
                                                   Blitzwing'

You hummed popping another treat in and coughing up a nail you sighed.

"Ah Blitzwing... why do... you do.... these things... to me?" You spoke flopping backwards on your berth

'Maybe I wanna forgive you! Maybe I wanna be crushed in those hugs again!' A stray thought yelled

"Oooh... shut up... you!" You growled at yourself

You shoved the note back in with the tool riddled sweets. You pushed a rock out of the way and shoved the box in with the few others you have received.

"I don't... need to... love you." You reminded yourself pulling the rock back over the hole

'... As much as I want too..'

You huffed and turned away from the rock.

"Out of... sight out... of processor." You spoke to yourself grabbing a large digit file

You sat back down and propped up a clawed pede and began to sharpen the claws.

This went on for some time do to your shaky servos and inability to keep still for long periods of time nowadays. Still once you finished the first pede you moved to the other when there was a knock a the door.

You got up and walked over and hear running passed your door. Raising a brow you pulled open the door to see no one was there. You looked down both ways then down seeing a note and something under that.

You picked up the accessory and note.

'Could you wear this again? Pretty please with an energy cube on top!?'

You assumed that's by energy he meant energon, but it's random so you can never truly know.

You looked back to the thing in your other servo and your optics widened at the familiar tool.

It was an old holovisor you used to use, but when it got in the way of your work you turned it into a piece of etched out art. You rubbed your thumb over it and remember the mega-cycles you spent leaning over a magnifying glass stretching designs into the metal.

You couldn't help the smile that slipped into your dermas.

'... maybe I can keep one gift...'.

You chuckled a static filled chuckle and clipped it to its rightful spot at the side of your helm.

'Now interruptions if you excuse me I've got claws to sharpen.'

~

You could swear to it by Alpha Trigon's beard that Blitzwing would not stop watching you all of the next cycle.

Icy was much more subtle about it with short quick side glances at you that you almost didn't catch. Hothead would seemingly try to melt you with his gaze, but you knew better than to think he was actually angry with you. Random... well random turned the creepy meter up to a 236/10.

He just stands in the darkest corner blatantly staring.

Answer?

Random.

Random does.