Waiting for him to be out with it is making (Y/n) a little impatient. Unconsciously fiddling her thumbs, she keeps her gaze straight at him so she won't miss any flicker on his eyes or the words he's about to say.
"It's a little complicated—"
"Please, just..." She cuts him short, shaking her head, "tell me."
He takes a deep breath, seemingly not ready for this whole session after all. Knockout averts his eyes for a moment, looking at the view outside the window.
"Your brother wasn't adopted."
(Y/n) presses her lips tighter, biting her inner cheek. She keeps telling herself not to always expect the worst, but she can't. To maintain a neutral expression in front of the person, she clears her throat to compose herself back.
"He wasn't?" She tries to confirm what he had just said. "I thought we were adopted separately?"
Knockout shakes his head. "Technically, yes," He replies, "but it turns out you got lucky, not him."
"What do you mean 'got lucky'?"
He gestures to the phone and opens his palm, asking it to be returned. (Y/n) furrows her eyebrows, giving the phone to him anyway. She watches as Knockout scrolls through it before stopping, and she can vaguely hear some background noises playing there.
"Here."
She receives back the phone. A video is playing, and it isn't one she had seen earlier. Although the screen looks rather dim and shaky, it's still easy to make out some things.
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Knockout drove the van to the location given to him, stealing a quick glance at the boy sitting in the front seat who looked quite nervous but couldn't stop tapping his foot.
"Dammit, would you stop doing that?" He asked, slightly agitated. "You're going to leave dust and dirt from your shoes in my car."
Smokescreen tensed up a bit and stopped, letting his feet stay still this time.
"M'sorry." He mumbled.
The man sighed. It wasn't initially his job to be the transport guy, he made himself a mental note that Soundwave owed him one after this. He drove to a left turn after an intersection and he could see the building just a little bit ahead of them.
"Where's the house?" Smokescreen suddenly asked, looking out through the window. The excitement in his voice was unmissable.
"Just keep your mouth shut and sit still." Knockout answered.
Soon, he stopped and parked the van on the side of the road in front of what seems to be a warehouse. He unlocked the doors and climbed out, noticing there were three men coming their way from inside the warehouse.
Knockout went to the passenger's side and tapped on the window, gesturing to him to get out. Smokescreen opened the door and got out.
"Uh, Knockout?" He called out hesitantly. "Why are we here? Where is the house?"
He didn't answer him. The three men approached Knockout and briefed him on some things, then one of them looked at Smokescreen.
"Is this the boy?" He asked.
"Yeah." Knockout nodded.
Smokescreen took a step back, suspiciousness and fear were growing inside him. One of those men smiled kindly at him.
"It's alright, we won't hurt you." He coaxed. "Come."
The young boy shook his head, not wanting to go.
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Dear Brother (TFP/RID & Reader)
Fanfiction[Human AU] Smokescreen and (Y/n) are inseparable siblings. After the death of their parents, they lived with their abusive uncle and aunt somewhere far away from the city. In hopes for a better chance in life and future, they ran away. Upon arriving...
