Behold! Another Chapter! This One Fought Me A Little, But I Got It To Cooperate Eventually.

Behold! Another chapter! This one fought me a little, but I got it to cooperate eventually.

The human, knowing that the bots see them the way humans see dogs: Please?

Ultra Magnus, crumpling like a coke can: Fine, just this once.

The human, doing this for the 14th time: Thank you!

They’ve all learned the subtle art of manipulating giant robots that have no actual idea what is good for them or not. Poor Ratchet is relying on humans being honest when he asks and they’re all very good at just lying their way through it.

Human: Treats are absolutely mandatory or else they’ll die Ratchet. Everyone knows that.

Ratchet: I can tell you’re lying, but I don’t have the knowledge to say you’re wrong.

Somewhat inspired by my last reblog, imagine First Contact 'bots not knowing what is and isn't okay for humans to eat, and being overly cautious about anything and everything their charges want to eat.

Human: *chewing*

Bot: "What's in your intake?"

Human: "..." *chewing faster*

Bot: "HEY, STOP THAT!"

Alternate version:

Saw this turtle video on instagram and had to do what I had to do

Finally managed to finish this fic with a chapter I wrote in a haze of inspiration last night! Enjoy.

Transformers being fascinated by the differences between their recharge and human sleep.

When a Transformer is in recharge they are almost always completely still. Even in the throes of dreams and nightmares their frame remains almost entirely immobile, flat on their back, servos to their sides. Humans, meanwhile, sleep so recklessly. Heads cocked, limbs sprawled, hands and feet hanging off the edge of their tiny beds. Floppy and limp-limbed, sometimes they move, adjust, or even talk while in the depths of their little organic recharge.

Bots like Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, they've been around humans for long enough that it no longer fazes them. Sure, it's odd. But they just chalk it up to another weird thing that humans do that can't completely be rationalized. Autobots and Decepticons who don't get as much contact with humans however, find it vaguely creepy.

Ultra Magnus telling you multiple times to speak up before realizing with a shudder that you've been recharging the entire time, yet somehow holding a mostly-cognizant conversation.

Thundercracker always keeping a hand around you when you want to cuddle because he's paranoid you're going to roll off his berth in your sleep and SPLAT! onto the floor.

Swerve finding the idea of 'sleep-walking' silly until he finds you standing in the dark hallway facing the wall and muttering to yourself. He screams so loud he wakes up half the Lost Light crew.

Soundwave shifting uncomfortably when he can feel you rolling around and readjusting yourself in his cassette bay, soft little hands and feet pressing up against the interior walls.

Meanwhile humans are always telling them how unsettling it is that they sleep so still! Comparisons to zombies, vampires, corpses, they go right over the bots heads. Why do humans think it's weird when they're always moving around like possessed little puppets in their recharge?!?

Finally managed to finish this fic with a chapter I wrote in a haze of inspiration last night! Enjoy.