Transformers x Reader

Predaking x Reader

Harsh winds pushing against my frame, I trudge on, frame shivering slightly as I kick away a small rock, sending it falling into an ice-filled crevice.

The Arctic.

Possibly the worst place for a Cybertronian, but I never was truly smart.

Glancing towards my sources of warmth, I grin, patting the exterior metal. Hugging close to my frame, a horde, my horde of scraplets.

Shaking my helm, I push on, smiling happily at the mere sight of my only companions.

Years ago, or at least what felt like years ago, I awoke covered in frost, being nudged by several odd masses. When my vision had recovered, I saw to my disbelief, scraplets. Of all things scraplets saved me! I'm not sure why exactly they haven't torn me apart, but I will certainly not argue.

Carrying on, I duck over a cover of rock, crashing down onto the ground. Gripping a thin shard of energon, I gnaw it down, grimacing at the taste.

Standing back up, I look back to my home, frowning at the prospect of no energon. Pushing out from the tiny outcrop, scraplets burrow closer to me, both gaining my warmth as I share theirs.

Walking along, I keep my servos firmly at my sides, helm twitching as a shine catches my sight. Leaning back, I tilt my helm, humming in curiosity as I wander closer, gasping as the shine comes into view.

A completely preserved Predacon? Impossible! This... Is amazing!

Jogging closer, a group of curious scraplets fly off of my frame, latching onto the ice-encrusted predacon, attempting to refuel by eating the metal.

Stumbling forward, my optics widen in amazement, mesmerized by the sheer size of the beast. Cautiously bringing myself closer, I shake off a few scraplets, reaching out slowly.

Servos pressed firmly against it, I peer up, wings splayed elegantly apart, helm tilted high in a cutoff roar.

Continuing to examine the frame, I prod around, knocking off small pieces if ices here and there. Suddenly, a large boulder of ice plummets down, a whirring noise following soon after it.

Fearfully gazing up, a hoarse scream escapes me, seeing a bright yellow optic power to life, followed by a glowing spark.

Ice cracking, I stumble back, crashing on the ground as the beast whips its tail, helm lashing from side to side as it takes in its surroundings, letting out an audio-receptor piercing screech.

"Woah."

Yellow optics narrowing, its helm swings over to me, glaring as I stand slowly.

All fear gone from my frame, the scraplets buzz around it, attempting to bite off pieces of metal, their endeavors unsuccessful.

Hesitantly stepping forward, I bring my servos up to my faceplate, unable to cover my gleeful smile as I stare up into the bright yellow optics.

"You.. You're beautiful! Such an awesome... Amazing... Attractive Predacon! I-I had only read of these, and yet here it is! Right in front of me!"

Helm leaning back slightly, almost in surprise, it crouches down, eyeing me suspiciously, before letting out another screech, slightly pushing me back.

Straightening myself, I simply let out a small squeal, clapping my servos together in excitement.

"You. Are. Amazing!"