(TFP x Slime reader) A different kind of transformer

A Night With Optimus

     As the Autobots regrouped, scanning the area for any sign of Decepticon reinforcements, Y/n tried to shrink further into the junk pile. Their form flickered briefly, instinctively mimicking the jagged, rusted shapes around them. The Autobots hadn’t noticed them yet, but it was only a matter of time.

Arcee: Bulkhead, check the perimeter. Bumblebee, see if you can track where Megatron went.

Bulkhead: On it.

Bumblebee beeped an affirmative, his scanners already humming as he moved around the junkyard. Y/n froze as the yellow scout passed dangerously close to their hiding spot, his optics flicking across the debris.

Y/n: Think, Y/n. Think!

They glanced at the scattered scraps nearby, their tendrils twitching as an idea formed. If they could create a distraction, maybe they could slip away unnoticed. Y/n carefully manipulated a rusted piece of metal, flinging it toward the far side of the junkyard. It landed with a loud clang, drawing Bumblebee’s attention.

Bumblebee: Huh?

He turned, heading toward the noise, giving Y/n the opening they needed. They slid silently from their hiding spot, keeping low as they moved toward the edge of the junkyard.

But they didn’t get far.

Arcee’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.

Arcee: Hold it right there!

Y/n froze, their single red eye swiveling to meet the blue Autobot’s piercing gaze. Arcee’s blasters were trained on them, her stance tense but not immediately hostile.

Y/n: Heyyyyyyyyy Arcee.....

Arcee: You.

Y/n: Imma just..... goooooo

A single blast across the junkyard stops them in their track

Y/n: Dang it...

*Timeskip*

Y/n was now in a glass container, their body still the size of a human. Optimus and Rachet were staring at the slime in interest.

Y/n: Hi Optimus

Optimus: Hello Y/n

Optimus did not looked pleased to see Y/n. Probably because recently they have interrupted a lot of the autobot missions.

Y/n: T-this is awkward... could you let me out?

Optimus: No

Rachet: What do we do with then?

Optimus: Interrogation

Y/n pressed their tendrils against the smooth glass, their red eye swiveling nervously between Optimus and Ratchet.

Y/n: Interrogation? Come on, Optimus, we both know I’m too charming for that.

Ratchet snorted, but Optimus didn’t flinch, his stern expression remaining locked in place.

Optimus: Charming or not, your actions have consistently endangered innocent lives. You’ve interfered in operations meant to stop Megatron’s plans. I need answers, Y/n.

Y/n deflated slightly, their form slumping against the glass.

Y/n: Okay, so maybe I’ve caused a tiny bit of chaos-

Ratchet: Tiny!?

Optimus leaned closer, his optics boring into Y/n.

Optimus: We will run tests to assess the nature of your abilities and determine their potential risks. Afterward, we will decide your fate.