Amnesiac (TFP X Cybertronian Reader)

Vorns Ago

  Walking through the ground bridge the entire team surrounded you asking questions and demanding answers. You stalled for a minute processor racing before you let out a laugh. All this fuss over you? Primus what had you missed? 

  "I get that I'm popular guys but you can calm down. I'm back. No scratches. No dents. Don't worry about it." You state calmly. WheelJack rolls his optics at you and you stick out your tongue in response. "I'm out of wherever the cons held me. Now can someone explain what I've been missing these last couple solar cycles?" You question smiling. What had you missed and what was happening in the damn war? Apparently a lot. 

   "Try Vorns (Y/N)." Your chuckling died out as you paused. You couldn't have heard that right...

   "Repeat that Ratch." You say tilting your helm. That can't be right. Vorns is to long. Much to long. Your memory glitches had never been that extensive, he must be over exaggerating.

   "(Y/N) your processor reset vorns." Optics squinting you pause. Glancing at WheelJack and Bulkhead they both nod. Swallowing you shift nervously, the fun mood now gone.

 "... Vorns?" You question. The word tasted bitter on your tongue as you clenched your jaw. That... that couldn't be right but Jackie and Bulk said. Looking back up at Ratchet he signed nodding.

  "I'm sorry (Y/N) you've been going through a lot of glitches lately. You've been jumping back and forth with your memories and your knowledge keeps shifting. In the last deca cycle you've reverted to several different versions of yourself. Your... your not well." Humming you nod tapping your digits to the side of your leg.

  "I... I uhhh see." You finally respond. "I need to sit down." You state looking for someplace to sit. Carefully weaving between the bots you sigh. How had this happened? How could you keep loosing your memory? Sitting on Ratchets medberth the medic frowns at you, worried for your processor no doubt. You sigh and flash him a tired smile.

 "I'm fine Ratch. Just... just a little tired." You admit. He nods at you and you can feel the team staring at you. Closing your optics steadying your beating spark and pulsing helm you look up at the Team. Something telling you they were your team.

  "... Start from the beggining and work your way up. That's what we always do. Catch me up and tell me everything about whats happened. I need to know." You state. The team nods and start from the beggining.

  SoundWaves P.O.V

 Many bots and cons assume I have no emotions, that I feel nothing. That was partially true but that wasn't the full story. I got an update during the war that allowed me to regulate my emotiond. My emotions were still very much intact I just had the choice to shut them off if I needed to. This mod could allow me to obtain more storage space for files/surveillance or make a job easier but my emotions were never gone, just pushed aside.

  When (Y/N) joined us I wanted to tell them. I needed them to know. Needed them to understand why I did what I did. Why I became a con and what our cause stood for but they drifted from me. Understandable we were completely different cybertronians now but I remember how close we used to be. How they gave me hope in an age were there wasn't any.

  I had met them long before the war, in what was called the Golden Age. It was anything but golden for those that weren't highclass but that was it's name none the less. They had come to visit the arena where me and my creations had been stationed and that's where we met. Back then I was much more social and outgoing boasting of my ideas and plans for the future. Many bots thought my ideas were stupis but (Y/N), (Y/N) was so supportive and kind. They listened to my ideas and agreed that my goals were attainable, they promised to help me buy my way out of the Pits and make a name for myself and my minicons. 

  I was so young then. So foolish in my decisions. I knew I liked them, from the moment I met them and now they were gone. Over and over I'd had the chance and over and over I had lost them. Every time I saw them again I changed more and more and I knew soon they wouldn't recognize me, maybe they already didn't recognize me.

 All I wanted was for them to be hapoy. Happy and safe and I knew I could give them that. I knew if I just had the chance I could court and love them forever but again and again they slipped away from my grasp. Now Megatron was claiming them and I knew I could never betray my Lord, even if he was betraying me. 

  Sighing learning that we had lost them AGAIN, a fire filled my spark making me shake in rage. Those damn autobots take EVERYTHING. But they wouldn't take (Y/N). Not for long. Sooner or later the autobots would slip up. And sooner than later (Y/N) would be ours again.