Transformers (mostly Soundwave) Oneshots

I'm different, is that ok? (G1 Soundwave x cassette reader) part 2

You've been left alone after Edith's death. Fortunately, you meet some new humans. And bots.

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Two weeks later——————

I carried all my supplies outside and dumped them on the ground before going around the cottage and attaching the hose pipe to the tap. I then dragged the other end around and put it on the grass, Ben following me the whole time.

I quickly checked inside the barn when I got the rest of my tools. I'd scared something off when I came inside the other day. It was probably a raccoon but I still didn't want an infestation of them.

I went over to the cassette player and pressed play before going back to the flower bed, letting the album 'Dear Catastrophe Waitress" start to play. I'd recently gone into town and got a few new tapes to listen to and now was the perfect time to use them.

I picked the hose back up and turned it to mist, letting the fine stream of water arch up before falling back down onto the bright array of flowers in front of me. I smiled when I turned it down and watched Ben playfully nip at it.

I then got out my tools and crouched down, carefully checked each bunch, spraying the stems to kill the aphids and pulling out weeds from among them, whistling along to 'Piazza, New York Catcher' as I worked, only stopping once to retire my scarf. Edith showed me the proper way to de-weed the garden without harming the flowers or disrupting the soil.

I sighed as I remembered the old woman and how she'd loved and cared for me like I was her child. It still stung when I thought about her and I know Ben missed her as well, occasionally laying his head on her chair.

I wiped away a tear that rolled down my face and focused on the flowers. I promised to keep this farm going for as long as I could. 

It was all I could do.

That, as well as scratching the Decepticon insignia off my chassis. I wasn't going back to them any time soon.

"How's it look?" I asked the dog after a while, stepping back to admire my work. 

"Woof." He replied and went off to chase a butterfly that flew past his nose.

I laughed and started packing my things away, preparing to wash the chicken's coop out next. I was, however, interrupted by the sound of vehicles.

I took a few steps back till I could see down the small road that lead to the cottage. There, was a small yellow car, a white one with a blue stripe, a white and green sports car, a red truck, and for some reason, an ambulance.

Not thinking, I ran for the barn, pausing halfway there before then running back and grabbing the tape player. Something in my processor told me to get it so I did.

I ran into the red building and peeked out behind the door, waiting for them. I watched closely as they pulled up in front of the house and stopped, scattering the chickens I'd let roam for a bit.

The doors of the yellow car opened and a boy with brown hair and a beige shirt and jeans climbed out, looking at the cottage. Someone said something, getting his attention and making him go around the car just as the other doors opened.

I saw him take some sort of chair with wheels out the back and set it down before he went to the front door and helped another boy out. This one also had brown hair and only had a white shirt, brown jacket, blue pants, and glasses.

The two walked (or in the one's case, wheeled) over to the house and looked at it. I switched dorrs to listen in on their conversation.

"So, this is the cottage you've told me about?" The one asked as he looked at it.