~When I See You Again~{BOOK 1}

Chapter 3: Darkness Rising, P3

Ratchet looked into the telescope, examining the sample of purple goo.
A piece of metal clattered to the ground.
"What?", Ratchet jumped.
"What in the All-Spark was that?", I mutter.

We look at each other before shrugging.
"Must be a rat," I suggest.
"One of those hideous Earth rodents?", Ratchet questions.
I nod as he shivers.

But then, we heard more noise. This time like tiny metal feet, running across the ground.
"Optimus?", Ratchet wondered aloud. He turned around and gasped. I followed his optics and saw a tiny metal... THING making it's way over to us.

"Oh... By The ALL-SPARK!", Ratchet shouts, backing up against the table we were using.
The creature jumped up and got into a threatening stance in midair.

"AHH!", Ratchet and I scream.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD?!", I yelp.
It lunged at us again, screeching.
"GAH! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!"

Again, it attacked.
Ratchet grunted, reaching for a metal pipe. He grabbed the pipe and smacked the creature with it, and continued to attack it.

I dive into Ratchet's shoulder armor, clinging to the sides for dear life.

I peek out in time to see the creature slice one of Ratchets tools in half. "I needed that!", Ratchet complained.
I closed my eyes again, keeping a tight grip on Ratchet.

Ratchet yelled, backing up against the platform when I heard a blaster.
Slowly, peek my head out again, seeing Optimus standing there, blaster pointed at the space of air where the creature was.

It tried getting up again, but Optimus stomped forwards and crush it beneath his ped.
"And STAY broken!", Ratchet snarls, pointing at the piece of scrap.
"Now what could've caused THAT?"

"I have a grave suspicion, Ratchet...", Optimus began. "Dark energon..."
Optimus looked around the room. "Where is (Y/N)?", He asked.

"Here," I replied, my voice echoing slightly in the armor.
Optimus chuckled.
"Not moving, and not funny," I growl.
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"If the residue you found on Cliffjumper brought Ratchet's broken equipment to life," Optimus began. "it would stand to reason that the very same substance brought Cliffjumper back from the dead."
"Hmm... That would account for his life signal inexplicably coming back online, but Dark Energon?", Ratchet wondered aloud, again.

I had barely moved. I wasn't hiding in Ratchet's armor anymore, but I was clinging to his neck cables. Not because I was scared, but rather because it just felt....natural, I guess. My legs were hanging off of his shoulder plates, while one arm was wrapped around Ratchet's neck, and the other I leaned back on.

"It's so scarce as to be virtually nonexistent!", Ratchet exasperates, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What would it be doing on Earth?"
"It was transported... by, Megatron," Optimus concluded.
"F-for what purpose?", Ratchet asks.
"To conquer this planet," Optimus said. "By raising an army of the undead."

My eyes widened, my body beginning to shake. Ratchet and Optimus must have noticed because they looked over to me, worry clear in their optics.

"(Y/N), are you alright?", Optimus asked.

I nodded slowly. "Just... a bit shaken. I mean, having my home planet ravaged by gigantic, Cybertronian, zombies? I... I don't think even the military could handle that..."

"We will protect you and your planet with our very sparks, (Y/N)," Optimus swore.
I smiled. "Th-thank you."

He smiled back, nodding. He turned back to Ratchet.
"Well, Megatron will need quite a few toaster ovens," Ratchet chuckled nervously.
I looked at him weirdly. "Toaster ovens? What the-"
"I mean, where on this world, would he find that many Cybertronian dead?", Ratchet laughs nervously, cutting me off.