(TFP x Slime reader) A different kind of transformer

Identity

Y/n was laying on top of Optimus in the main room of the base. Optimus was pinned down as everyone stared at the slime burying their face in the mech's chest.

Rachet: Y/n.... could you get off Optimus.

Y/n: *Muffled* No.... I'm embarrassed.

Rachet: All your doing is drawing everyone's attention to you.

Arcee: Y/n... it's ok.

Bumblebee: Yeah! It was just a stress release, everyone has those.

Bulkhead: I don't....

Wheeljack: Not the time Bulk.

Jack: Yeah I'm a student

Miko: I'm a bad student

Ralph: I'm the best in the school and I try to stay there.

Y/n grumbles just a little bit as they snuggle deeper into Optimus. Optimus in turn sighs before picking them up again. Their slimey body slightly slipping through his fingers as once again he holds the oversized pillow... or more accurately a water bed.

Optimus adjusted his hold on Y/n, gently settling them against his chest again with a sigh that was more fond than frustrated. His optics glanced down at them, his voice soft.

Optimus: Y/n... hiding won't help you heal.

Y/n's gooey form gave a slow squish, then a small ripple trembled through their body, a sign of emotion. They muttered softly, words vibrating against Optimus' plating.

Y/n: I don't want to be seen like this... weak, pathetic... it's easier being locked in a box.

Optimus frowned slightly. Around the room, the others exchanged quiet glances, unsure of what to say. Then, surprisingly, it was Miko who stepped forward.

Miko: Hey. You think I don't get that? Sometimes I want to crawl under my bed and disappear. But you're not pathetic, you're hurting. That's not weakness. That's being real.

Arcee: You've been through a lot, Y/n. It's okay to take time to figure things out. Just... don't shut us out.

Bumblebee gave a soft chirp of agreement and gently bumped his head against Y/n's squishy side.

Y/n:... I feel like static inside. Like I'm supposed to be something important, but I don't even know what I am...

Optimus slowly stood with Y/n still in his arms, towering calmly over the others.

Optimus: Then let us help you find that purpose. You are not alone in this.

There was a long silence, then a soft, wet hiccup from Y/n as their glowing core gently pulsed in response to the warmth surrounding them. For the first time in days, they allowed themselves to hope, even if just a little.

Y/n:... Okay... but I need some time to think....

Optimus:... That can be arranged.

As laughter broke out gently around the room, Y/n being held like a box as they lay across Optimus's arms. They seemed really bummed, not as frantic as they were before... just.... sad and tired.

Y/n: Thank you.

Y/n's form solidifies into a humanoid shape. They begin to walk towards the exit as Optimus follows.

Optimus: Someone needs to watch them... it's dangerous.

*Timeskip*

A couple of hours later and Y/n now stood in the crater of where they were before. Obvious tracks of Decepticons lingered here, but they have long since left as Y/n looked down.