Transformers Oneshots!

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Prologue (sorta):
You were a new recruit that entered the academy when the others have reached Year Two. You already have classes in another academy before and your test results shown that you are capable to skip a year and head on to Year Two. However, the way you achieved such scores in your tests were from constant stress and pressure out by your sire and carrier. Now that you are far away from them, you feel a little safer. The pressure did not fully go away, as your professors continued to mention your excellent results. You struggle with your depression, until you met the recruits on your first day.

  You woke up with a cheering from the main lobby. For a moment, you thought you were still on Cybertron, and that you had been in stasis having weird dreams about the Rescue Bots. Groaning, you slowly got up with groggy optics and headed downstairs.

  There they are.

  Five new young bots about your age zoomed around the lobby with cute, happy faces. You couldn't see clearly how they look like since you have been up all night studying police codes and the laws of Griffin Rock. Wait, Griffin Rock?! You slapped your face, that's right! You are no longer in Cybertron, but on Earth! You slowly walked down the steps, but tumbled down instead. A pair of warm servos caught you by your shoulder plate. You look up.

Red and white. Gentle, blue optics looking at you. A Rescue Bot recruit who transforms into an ambulance, you can't help but think of Ratchet, the legendary war medic. You aspire to become a medic, but your sire and carrier pressured you to become a police-bot instead.

"Are you alright?" The mech asked.

You slowly stood up with his help. "Yes, I'm fine. What is going on?" You asked, rubbing your helm.

"Recruits, this is our new student. Meet (Y/N), the hardworking police-bot," you hear Professor Heatwave introduce you. You groaned in complaint. You hated the term "hardworking" and "police-bot".

The room was filled with "whoa" and "wow". "I'm not that special. If you excuse me, I need to finish my own assignments," you growled and walked back upstairs.

Unaware, a recruit followed you back to your berth. You didn't bother to close the door, since no bot has ever bothered to go into your berth. You sat on the floor, in front of a Ratchet poster you pasted on the wall, and wept. 

  "I want to be like you, but no bot bothers to listen to me. Why, just why? Am I really destined to be a bot I don't want to be?"

  A knock. You turned around swiftly. There he is, the bot who caught you from tumbling down the stairs. "You," you glared at him. He put his servos up.

  "I don't mean any harm and I'm really sorry for eavesdropping," the mech timidly said.

  "And you think that is an excuse?" You shouted, standing up with your fists clenched.

  He picked up his pedes and ran away. You dropped to the ground, crying.

  "This is probably why I didn't fit in," you thought to yourself, broken apart.

  The next day, the first class with the recruits. You gathered yourself up. Rescue work is a one-bot job for you. You have water canons on your knuckles, a multipurpose siren and rotors to transform to your copter mode. You were also given a Mul-T-Cog by Optimus Prime himself before stepping foot into the academy while the other recruits were away for their holiday break. You can transform into a police car, an ambulance, a helicopter and your bot form.

  "Today, we will be having a refresher police test. Recruits, good luck," Professor Chase declared as he put down a tablet for each recruit.

  Half an hour later, the bell rung. You hear all the recruits groaning except for Whirl who seemed very happy. You remain silent. "Let us discuss the answers. Recruits, switch your tablets with your shoulder partner," Professor Chase instructed.