Transformers x Reader Stories

Digger | Knockout x Reader

Warnings:

Singing, Lil cringy :)

Words:1511

Originally posted; November 9, 2019

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The room was cold, almost unnaturally so that you got goosebumps on your skin. You were aware that you were higher in the earth's atmosphere, making it colder than usual. You sighed, rubbing your arm in an attempt to warm your skin back up to normal temperature.

You were alone in a large empty room filled with objects nearly five times your size. You were bored sitting on top of a work table that had been cleared of the dangerous and even hazardous objects used by the medic to repair others. You sighed, looking around as you noticed the near-only object on the table. A small radio that you could only rarely connect to a station to listen to the weather and, if you were lucky, a few songs.

There was no one around, and no one was hurt. Knockout had been dispatched on a mission, leaving you in one of the safest locations he knew. You knew why as you casually glanced into a camera in the corner of the room. Knowing that certain eyes and ears were watching. You examined the room for the fifth time that day. It lacked color; greys, blacks, and white were uncommon even in this case.

You were beginning to believe that the Autobots had more colors than the entire Nemesis. The med bay, on the other hand, seemed to have a darker tone than the halls. It had more red light sources, as well as some purple spots here and there. You looked over to the other table beside you, where a large database stood proudly. Similar to a computer, but for Cybertronians. You looked up at the strange language, which you hadn't quite figured out how to read yet.

Aside from that, the room was nearly empty except for the berths and other work tables. The room was quite tall, which did not surprise you. Megatron didn't even reach half the room's height. The length and width were nearly identical, resulting in a nearly perfect square.

Knockout had tried and gone in search of some sort of relic that you had no idea what it was for. All you knew was that he would take a long time to return, and if he did, it would be bad news for him if he was empty handed. It had already been an hour. Even if it was boring for you, it was beneficial to the cause, which was all that mattered to both Knockout and the Decepticons.

You turned to examine the old beat-up radio you had discovered lying around in a room. You moved closer to it before carefully picking it up and flipping a switch to turn on the machine. Then came the loud static. You clenched your teeth as you began tinkering with it. Considering the damage, you were unsure if it could take any more work. You'd try, even if it took forever to get it working again. You muttered a few curse words as you adjusted the tuner and flipped through the static channels. It was then that you heard the machine laugh.

You did it! You got a channel working!

You listened in, immediately intrigued by what it could be talking about, or even any topic. You could hear some distant chatter and laughter from the radio broadcast and the people who, you assumed, volunteered to voice over. Then you heard something that had only happened twice since you got the radio.

"Now playing 'Lone Digger by Caravan Palace!"

You turned up the volume, but you couldn't hurt your own eardrums. The music started playing, and you got more and more excited as the song progressed. You grinned broadly, wanting to get up and start dancing right away because of how ecstatic you were. The instrumental began abruptly as the main lyrics were about to begin.