You used to be just an average guy — tall, skinny, sharp as a tack. That all changed the day the Decepticons snatched you off the street like a shiny new trinket. Now? You’re a reluctant resident of Shockwave’s lab. At first, it was all scans and cold stares — her single glowing optic watching you like a living experiment.

But something shifted.

Your endless questions about her tech, your fascination with her work — it amused her. Confused her. Eventually, it charmed her. The logical, emotionless scientist began… glitching. Literally. Every time you hugged her, kissed her cheek, even just smiled up at her — her eye flickered, her processors stuttered. Shockwave was falling for her tiny human test subject.

You, her so-called “pet,” were now something more.

Today started like any other. You woke up in her oversized private chamber — no Shockwave in sight. Curious (and slightly lovesick), you wandered down the corridor, your bare feet softly patting across cold Cybertronian metal.

As usual, you found her in her lab, hunched over a glowing circuit board the size of a TV.

You grinned, hopped up onto her workstation like it was your second home, and she glanced over — her optic lighting up.

“Ah, my sparkling. Your arrival was logical and predictable.”

Her tone wasn’t cold — just factual. She wasn’t trying to insult you. In her own strange, glitchy way… that was affection.

Before you could reply, she reached out and gently scooped you up, then placed you on her shoulder like a favorite accessory.

You settled there comfortably, legs dangling, hand resting near the edge of her collarplate.

She didn’t say anything more for a moment — just quietly worked, her optic occasionally flicking toward you. And when you leaned in to kiss her cheek plating?

Zzzrrt. Her eye twitched again.

You smirked.