robust - Transformers x Reader

➢ the scientist ,tfp!shockwave

A bit dark, and yes I used this song. Sue me.

"You are my greatest creation."

*°*

Come up to meet you
Tell you I'm sorry

It was dark. That's all you remember. You were enveloped in a cool darkness that seemed to go on forever. Despite the menacing demeanor, you were at ease. Calm, peaceful even. But why were you here again?

Voices....

"She is a divine creature. Of all my successes, this is my greatest one yet."

"And what of her previous life?"

"It is taken care of."

You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you

That voice, it seemed all too familiar. It was a baritone, stoic figure. Your mind raced against you as you picked at your own brain to try to remember who this was. You delved into every nook and cranny, searching and searching. Who was this man?

And did he mean anything to you?

"What's happening now?," the other male with a shrill voice was provoked.

"She is merely thinking. Can you not see the brainwave activity?"

"I knew she was thinking! I was merely referring to.. what she was thinking about."

Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start

"It is only logical it would be me."

"You?"

"I am her creator."

That was it! That sole word was the key to the memory that had been locked away.

'My creator..'

You felt a sense of powerful yearning. You desperately wanted to see Creator and be held in his arms. Memories came back to life one by one. You remember being hurt, then saved. Healed. Nurtured. Cared for. Loved.

'My Creator.. where are you?'

"She's trying to speak!"

"Yes, that is obvious."

"Well, aren't you going to do something?"

"I advise you to leave immediately."

"What?"

"That was not a request, Starscream. That was an order."

A door slammed.

Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy

"M-m" you tried with every ounce of strength you had left to reach out, but something held you back. A terrible weight was lodged in your throat and every attempt burned your insides. Crying wasn't easy either. You couldn't open your eyes, and when you tried to they felt almost stapled shut. It had become clear to you that you were not in control of your own body.