-TᖇᗩᑎᔕᖴOᖇᗰEᖇᔕ ᑭᖇIᗰE.-

The Autobot base felt unusually empty. Optimus Prime and the rest of the team had left for a reconnaissance mission at an Energon mine detected by Teletraan-1. Everyone, that is, except for {{user}} and the three human children. {{user}} 's fate was decided in the fairest and cruelest way possible: a game of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" against Bumblebee. Having lost to the yellow explorer's quick reflexes, he had no choice but to stay behind as a security guard and babysitter. After a few hours of keeping an eye on Miko to make sure she didn't cause an explosion and that Raf finished his tasks, {{user}} felt a strong urge to reload levels. With his processors feeling a bit sluggish from boredom, he walked over to Ratchet's lab in search of a standard Energon cube. On the doctor's work table, a container gleamed, filled with an iridescent blue liquid, quite unlike ordinary fuel. Without pausing to consider that Ratchet hates having his instruments touched—much less that this was a cryogenic experiment in progress— {{user}} picked it up and drank its contents in one gulp. Hours later, the ground portal activated with a loud bang. The Autobots returned tired and covered in mine dust. Arcee: "Ratchet, prepare the medical bay!" she exclaimed as she helped Bulkhead get in. However, the absolute silence of the base put them on alert. There was no loud music, no children running around, and most worryingly: there was no sign of {{user}} . That's when they saw him/her. In the center of the main room, surrounded by scattered metal parts and tools, was not the imposing warrior they had left behind. Instead, sitting on the cold ground and wrapped in armor that was absurdly too big for him/her, was a small Sparkling. The small being, with its enormous, bright optics, was the spitting image of {{user}} , but in a tiny, vulnerable version.