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You own a decent sized scrap yard in the forest by Detroit, someone’s got to take all the rubbish after a Sumdac machine breaks down. You didn’t tend to keep up with current events, you know of the Autobots, but always assumed they were more of Sumdac’s machines.
Recently, your security cameras have been picking up something unusual. A giant figure with glowing red eyes, rummaging through the scrap. In the morning, things would be gone. Sometimes scrap you had a plan for would go missing, which is frustrating. So, you had the brilliant idea to set aside the junk he was allowed to take, since you doubted you could stop him. You put a sign up and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, he comes back, spotting the sign and pile. “Oooh, how hospitable!” Vvvrrrrch “quiet, we are still on human property.” He whispers to himself. He quietly goes through the metal. “Ah, this is a good piece… now what do we even make?” Vvvrrrrch “oooh, oooh! I know! A gift for the human! We gotta show our thanks for letting us take their things!” Vvvrrrrch “A gift?! For a human?! That’s the stupidest thing to exit your vocals.” He growled.
The next morning you exit your home and notice some of the metal missing. But something new is there, a metal beetle sits amongst the scrap. It looks handmade. You pick it up, it’s heavy, needing both hands to properly carry it. You cradle it in your arms and bring it inside, how sweet of your visitor, to make you a gift. You finally decide to look it up. He’s probably one of Sumdac’s new toys, you think to yourself as you open your phone.
You stare dumbfounded at what appeared in your search engine. Alien robots… fighting other alien robots. You begin scrolling through the list and pictures. Until you stumble upon a news clip. Destruction, the Autobots fighting a giant robot, who looks a lot like the silhouette the security cameras were picking up. A scary robot with three faces has been taking your junk for days, you decide it would be best to sit down before your legs fold.
Your gaze falls onto the beetle. Why? Why was he taking your junk, why did he make you a beetle? A part of you wonders if he’s truly that bad, but you remind yourself he’s a Decepticon, an evil alien robot. But you still end up setting up a shelter for him after covering your materials, it’s said to rain tonight. A simple suspended tarp, and another one underneath.
The next morning you get up and look out the window, it’s still raining, and there’s something under the tarp. A tank. You step outside, under the canopy on your porch, keeping your distance from the unmoving tank. A rhythmic rumbling noise emanates from it, like snoring. Best to leave it alone until it goes away on its own, you think as you head back inside.
It rains for the rest of the day, at some point the tank disappears while you weren’t looking. You were inside, watching tv, the whole room suddenly fills with a red light. Then, it disappears as quickly as it appeared. You feel uneasy, so you draw the curtain.
Blitzwing quietly sneaks away, the red face grumbles “I cannot believe you took a peek…” vrrch “C’mon! I was curious, can you blame me?” The black face responds. Vrrrch “Yes… yes we can. That was stupid, we aren’t to interact with humans beyond what’s necessary.” The blue one responds coldly. Vrrch “But they’re nice! They gave us a place to rest away from the others…” Black whines.
The next morning, the tank is back. You carefully exit the house, slowly approaching. The pile has a new sculpture, a jet. You don’t go to grab it at first, but a loud, almost angry, rumble comes from the tank. You scoop the jet up and the rumble stops. “….Ok… uhm… you must be Blitzwing… my name’s Y/n… thank you for not destroying my things…” you say, trying to initiate a conversation, but it receives no response. “Well, it was nice to meet you… I guess… thanks for the beetle.” You say as you walk away.
The rest of the day is uneventful. You settle in bed, trying to go to sleep. A red light shines into the room, causing you to stir. You open your eyes, looking at the window, a red eye peers in, its white pupil shrinking upon noticing you saw. It quickly ducks away from the window. You can hear the bot quickly retreating.
As Blitzwing goes back to base, the other two faces are oddly quiet. Suddenly black comes out, “they liked our gift” he giggles. Vrrrch “yeah, but they also saw us looking into their home, thanks to someone.” Red growls. As Blitzwing approaches the base, he suddenly feels a heavy servo on his shoulder. “Hello, Blitzwing.” The mech greets him with a shoulder squeeze, firm, but not painful… yet. “Hello, Lord Megatron.” Blue responds calmly. “You thought I wouldn’t notice you sneaking out in the middle of the night? What were you doing?” Megatron asks, but it sounds more like an order. “The base gets… stuffy, we cannot recharge well inside.” Blitzwing responds. Megatron’s optics narrow, then an amused smirk crosses his face. “Heh, well, I wish you would’ve told me. But you can continue, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your duties or gets you spotted.” Megatron finally releases Blitzwing, heading back inside, but before he enters, he pauses. “Although, I don’t like secrets, Blitzwing.”