Merformers Oneshots

Human!Ratchet x Hybrid!Animalistic!Reader

(Art belongs to SilverXenommorph on DeviantArt. Go check them out! WARNING!! Mentions of potential death! Granted it doesn't happen but still! Just...just steel yourself!)

3rd P.O.V

Ratchet strolled through the sick bay, often pausing to look at some of the mers inside the tanks, smiling slightly when they would smile or wave happily. He continued to walk through the building, examining and occasionally talking to some mers he was familiar with. After a short chat with Drift, he turned to look at the double doors that lead to a closed off room, large enough for Optimus to fit inside, yet only housing a single tank.

He sighed slightly as walked through, after scanning his irises. Only professionally trained medical staff were allowed in this room, strictly because of the creature that inhabited it. The room was dark as he entered, a tension, foreign to anyone who had never entered, hung in the air as he walked hesitantly towards the tank. It was large, much like the room, shaped like a tall cylinder, with a slightly rounded top giving it a dome like shape. 

The base and seams were made out of reinforced steel, to keep whatever monstrosity that lurked within, from coming out. Ratchet came to a stop in front of the seemingly empty tank. Empty to some, at least. But Ratchet knew all too well what hid inside the dark waters of the specially built tank. He waited for it to appear, he knew it would. It was only a matter of- *BAM* *screech*

There she  was, right on time, snarling and scratching at the tank walls, the horrid noise muffled, but still unbearable to listen to. He turned and walked up the stairs on the side of the tank, and upon reaching the top, turned the crank to let the creature out into the pool in the center of the room. Like a savage (f/c) and (h/c) lightning bolt, she shot into the pool and jumped to the surface, attempting to climb the walls lining the edges of the water. 

Ratchet P.O.V

I walked towards the edge of the tank, gazing down at her with a stern gaze. The medical staff had a meeting a while back. The hybrid that I'm looking at was deemed too dangerous to be kept alive, the staff worried that she could potentially fatally hurt herself and the mers and staff around her. I found it cruel, she was young, she could still learn to be calm, and yet she's kept in a dark room all alone, unable to interact with anyone. I pleaded the board to give me time to tame her, to train her. They finally caved and gave me a month. I'm worried a month might not be enough time to teach her how to interact around other living beings. But I'm thankful they gave me even this much time to help her. "No. That's there for a reason. And so am I." She looks at me, snarling, sharp fangs poking out from her lips. "Please don't make this any harder. I'm just as stressed as you right now." I frown, this may be harder than I thought.