Returning the Favor (Commander Peepers x Reader Oneshot)

Returning the Favor

Peepers was sure that he was as good as dead from the impact of the stupid robot's foot stomping mercilessly over his fleshy frame, but upon opening his eye in confusion when his demise did not happen right away as he expected it to, the most surprising sight he had ever beheld displayed itself before his very eye.

Laying stock-stiff with his short limbs splayed out in all directions over the ground, he regarded you in quiet amazement. Your wobbly arms managed to heave the Dom-Bot's metallic limb high above your head despite the blatant difference in size between you and the artificial creature of mass destruction. Said artificial creature of mass destruction beeped and booped in confusion, pushing back against your stubborn, annoying presence preventing it from carrying out its task of eliminating a threat to Dominator's power.

Just like Hater under the full weight of the lava and ice-fueled warship, you shivered and shuddered with an excessive amount of glistening perspiration running down your neck. Even when in such a state of strife, you were still somehow able to crane your neck to steal a glance from behind where Peepers still sat in an astonished silence. A crooked smile made its way onto your face before it disappeared when the robot increased the amount of strength used to try and crush you into a heap of shattered bones and liquified organs.

"I think now would be a good time..." you said through ragged pants, gritting your teeth, "...to run!"

Either he did not comprehend what you said due to the loud noises of aliens fighting bots not too far away, or he ignored your warning in its entirety in favor of asking a question.

"You..." Peepers trailed off breathlessly. "You saved my life?!"

"Heh... 'course I did," you answered simply before grunting as the robot forced your heels into the ground, creating small indentations in the dirt. "Anything for the guy I've fallen so hopelessly in love with."

Time seemed as if it had slowed to a halt once those words decided to so foolishly exit your mouth. You, Peepers, and even the robot froze in a collective state of shock. You locked eyes with the gobsmacked commander, more dumbstruck in expression than the eyeball man but equally as aglow with brilliant blushes coloring the surfaces of your cheeks.

The Dom-Bot, probably impatient to get its mission over with or disgusted by the strange sight before it of the two individuals staring for an unnecessarily extended amount of time at each other, pressed down against your own limbs with a startling bulk of strength. You hissed in pain when the unexpected burden shoved your body further into the ground. Peepers, snapping out of his brief stupor, took the initiative and unsheathed his blaster, shooting the darned thing until its innards sparked into bursts of brilliant energy, its brain melting in its head into the same consistency as ooey-gooey cheese dip (but less rich in flavor). Falling apart from the inside, the charred robot could do nothing more than stumble around for a bit before tumbling onto the dirty ground, dead as a doorknob.

The commander reached out a helpful hand for you to take, one which you grasped gratefully yet with some hesitation as he pulled you to your own two feet. Miraculously, no other bots noticed the two of you standing in an awkward silence at the edge of the main battle. Peepers appeared to be getting ready to say something as you averted your eyes away from his one eye as much as possible, sweating profusely and cursing yourself for letting the "secret" spill so carelessly when so immersed in the euphoric feeling of the moment.

Before the two of you could exchange any sort of conversation, rejection related or no, a loud crash of metal caught yours and his attention. Your gazes, identically piqued with interest, landed on the familiar figure of Sylvia, standing tall over the crushed remains of a bot that had been projecting an image of Dominator, the villainess having been the source of Lord Hater's troubles with maintaining the consistency of his electrical forcefield.