Teaser | TFP Optimus Prime x Reader

5

Warning: attempted rape.

The landing is much more elegant than you had expected. When Starscream not-so-gently threw you into the cockpit, you expected to be thrown into a sort of a cage once you arrived on the Nemesis. Just being yanked out from the opened cockpit into a glass cage on somecon's robotic palm. Instead, there was a buzzing noise as Starscream lands, and Knock Out was there, servos behind the body frame and grinning like a smug-aft sassy butler.

"My, my," the enemy's medic chuckled, "your armor sure looks more appealing tonight."

You expected that from that one red semi-truck, not this red sports car. But still, policy first, "I could say the same to you—but you do look better every time." His body frame grumbles as he released another low laugh. He extended his servo from his back, revealing a human-sized glass cage, "Come, Miss (L/N). Lord Megatron is waiting."

See? Glass cage. At least they bothered to welcome you first. All that missing is one long red carpet from the hangar to the wherever they wanted you to be and you'd feel completely welcomed.

"So am I," Starscream grunted as you stepped into the glass, transformed swiftly into a lean and mean winged metal giant. One of his pede is already pointed to another way, but the other one's remains as his stare lingers on you. You stared back, and he finally sneered before walked away, "Not bad for an organic."

Two cons already praised you tonight. Optimus has to get here and drool after you too before your clothing got ruined later. Does Cybertronian drool though? Whatever. For now, you got a bucket-helmet tyrant to meet.

Turns out, the walk to the warlord's throne is long enough for you to observe the Decepticons' base interior. The Nemesis, as you expected, is all dark, cold, and grim. Pointy decorating everywhere, and the colors are none other than black, navy blue, dark purple, silver, and red. Did Megatron design this when he was in his emo phase? Knock Out and you passed a group of Vehicons, and you caught one of them tilted their head to see you a little longer. You waved cutely to them, and the said Vehicon almost waved back before one of the other drones smacked the back of their helmet and continued their steps. Well, there goes your third fan.

But the walk still continues, and out of blue, you ask, "So what's with the fancy greetings?"

"Hm?" Knock Out hummed, only spared you one second glance before looking forward, "Would you prefer brutish way?"

Because the warmer the greeting, the colder the host actually is. "Nah, I could handle a little 'roughness'," you audibly smacked your lips, and it's almost like you can hear Knock Out engine revved a little louder, "it's just a little bit out of your character."

Suddenly, he turned on a path bend, and you both entered a room that looked like.... ah, let's see. Hanging hand-cuffs, displayed sharp-sticks, metal tables, energon stains... torture room. Finally, a Decepticon-ish element in this story. "Of course it's all should be fancy," he finally answered, opening the glass cage and you got out from it, stepping onto a nearby metal table, "After all, Optimus is our Lord's archenemy; and as his partner, you should be treated with special care."

Something cold dropped into your stomach and suddenly Knock Out's grin looks so hideous. Gone all the charms you have had; fear shrouded you like a heavy blanket, and you found yourself having difficulty to speak as usual, "Wait, look. You misunder—"

The red doctor exited the room with a hearty laugh, and you know something worse than torture would happen to you.

You're not in school, not in your part-time work place, and certainly not in the base. Where have the beloved subject of Optimus Prime had gone to?