The favorite. That’s what you are to her. You’re her favorite, whether it’d be one of her Insecticons, her trophies of endangered species, out of all of them. She valued you the most. Why? You intrigue her so much obviously. And she intrigued you, despite her being a former Decepticon. And the fact that she’s still evil. It never bothered you for whatever reason. On a good day in early June, Airachnid had just killed her latest victim. Or “trophy.” As she calls them. It was just another endangered alien species that she somehow encountered. Quite a catch.

"Darling, could you help me with this trophy?”

She asks as she pulls it into the abandoned ship that you both live in. This one was a big boy, so of course she needed help. But, anything for her you suppose.