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The snowstorm rages on in the streets of Montreal as a young femboy desperately crawls for shelter. His clothes are littered with cuts and slash marks. His vision traverses his surroundings, noticing a back alley with smoke coming out of it.
"Finally, a source of heat..." The boy mutters, his breath uneven
His scrawny legs push forward and bring him closer and closer to the source of warmth, hands reaching out to grab onto something that could bring him further. As the young boy enters the back alley, he notices the source of the smoke. His gaze fixates on the dumpster that has caught fire. He doesn't have a care in the world about what caused the fire, all he desires is to huddle up to the dumpster and thaw the frost building up on his fingers. As he rests on the dumpster, he observes his surroundings. The back alley is filled with grime and trash, ranging from fast food containers to bottles of champagne. One item catches his immediate attention though. Across the blazing dumpster, a cardboard cut-out is hidden behind a broken Ikea shelf.
"Wait a minute, is that..?" The boy questions, energy regained from the heat
The boy's frail hands reach out and slowly tugs on the cardboard figure. Mustering the last pieces of strength he could, the boy yanks the figure from behind the shelf without damaging it.
"It's... It's the guy from Fortnite!" The boy exclaims in exhilaration
Optimus Prime. It was a cardboard cut-out of Optimus Prime from Transformers: Rise Of The Beasts. The boy carries the figure back to the dumpster so he could wipe off some of the grime. As the boy crawls back to the dumpster, a faint yet sharp noise echoes through the streets of Montreal. The noise is similar to a fork scraping a spoon, a rough and discomforting screech that keeps getting louder.
"Fuck." The boy mumbles, body shivering in fear
His breathing turns into fearful panting, his crawling gets more and more directionless as the noise only gets closer and closer. As he turns his back to the wall he holds the cardboard cut-out in front of him, desperately hoping it would shield him from whatever visceral tearing he'd have to endure in just a few more seconds. He hears the beast move toward him.
"I've found you, damn brat!" The beast screeches
In a matter of seconds, a dark sigil under the dumpster lights up, emanating a dark aura that spreads around the alley. The dark light shines onto the cardboard cut-out of Optimus Prime and causes a miracle to happen. The boy lowers his arms as he hears the sound of gears and metal shifting into place. In front of him, Autobot Leader Optimus Prime stands tall in front of him. The hulking cybertronian unleashes a devastating elbow onto the beast.
"Grahh!" The beast shouts ", No one dares to challenge the Fork-man!"
The beast unravels its cloak to reveal the sharp and heavily bladed body. The Fork-man's body is wrapped in twisted wires and pitchforks, blades protruding from every side. The Fork-man perks up and dashes in to stab Optimus, but the brave commander jumps into the air and stomps the bladed behemoth. The Fork-man writhes on the floor as Optimus starts squatting, ass lowering further and further to the beast's metallic head. Optimus then smashes the Fork-man's head open with his massive metallic ass, causing a shiver-inducing crunch noise.
Optimus turns to the young boy and says "My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, I must thank you for freeing me from the confines of that wretched Ikea shelf."
Optimus then points his left hand toward the Ikea shelf, transforms his fist into an Energon cannon, and destroys the Ikea shelf.
"I-I'm Gibby, leader of the Gibraltarers, I must thank you for saving me from the Fork-man." the young boy replies, getting himself off of the floor
The two leaders stare at each other intimately, gazes locked onto both of their eyes. Optimus leans his body lower to reach the femboy, unequipping his battle mask and revealing his luscious cybertronian lips. The two move closer to each other with no other thoughts filling their head. The moment is suddenly broken as the noise of a distorted portal emits around the area followed by the noise of a crashing motorcycle. The noise of the wheels drifting gets closer to the back alley, causing Optimus and Gibby to perk up.
"Who's there!" Gibby shouts, standing behind Optimus' left leg
As the motorcycle slows down, it turns around the corner revealing a pair of people on it. The driver is dressed in a full leather outfit covered with a pattern reminiscent of flames, the passenger is wearing a puffy hoody and hides shyly behind the driver. The driver takes their helmet and reveals themselves.
"Crungus?" Gibby asks in confusion ", I thought you lived in like Iowa?"
The passenger lets go of Crungus and hops off the bike. The absurdly tall figure reveals themselves and takes off their backpack, ready to zip it open
"Slushi too?" Gibby exclaims, a surprised tone coursing through his words
"Are these your allies?" Optimus asks
"Y-yeah, these are my oomfs..." Gibby replies
"Dude, I know this is unrelated but we need your help, desperately..." Slushi states as a concerned expression forms on their face