The Autobot base was in utter chaos as Miko tore through the halls like a whirlwind, hands flailing in every direction. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!” she cried, her voice cracking with raw panic.

Optimus Prime stood at the center of the chaos, his optics narrowing in growing frustration. “Miko,” he began with a deep sigh, his patience already wearing thin, “what exactly have you done?”

“Miko, talk!” Bulkhead boomed, stepping forward, his tone as worried as it was stern.

Miko froze mid-panic, her face pale as a ghost. “I—uh—well… It wasn’t supposed to happen like this!” she blurted out, waving her arms defensively. “I—I kind of… accidentally got [your name] drunk.”

The room went silent. Then all at once, everything erupted.

“YOU DID WHAT?!” Strongarm shrieked, her optics blazing.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Ratchet shouted, his wrench clattering to the floor.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sideswipe cut in, his voice sharp and almost disbelieving. “You mean to tell me that you got [our favorite human]—the one we actually like—drunk?!”

Bumblebee let out an alarmed series of beeps and whistles, his servos twitching as he practically vibrated with concern. Even Drift, usually the picture of calm, looked visibly tense, his optics narrowing dangerously.

Ratchet’s vents hissed as he clenched his fists. “Of all the reckless stunts you’ve pulled, this is by far the worst, Miko! Do you even realize what you’ve done?! [Your name] is the only human who doesn’t drive us mad! They’re—dare I say it—irreplaceable! And now they’re lost because of you!”

“They’re the only human we actually enjoy having around,” Sideswipe added, his voice rising with panic. “And you let them run off into Primus-knows-where while drunk?!”

“They’re not just anyone,” Drift said coldly, his tone sharp with disapproval. “They’re family.”

Optimus’s voice rumbled like distant thunder, calm but commanding. “Autobots, this is no time for blame. [Your name]’s safety is our priority. We must find them immediately. Roll out!”