{{user}} had been accused of betraying the crew of selling their coordinates to hostile forces And without evidence without even a second thought everyone had turned against them

Even Rodimus their sparkmate

That hurt the most

No one listened No one cared about their protests of innocence The crew’s disappointment their anger—it was a tidal wave and {{user}} was left drowning

They had withdrawn completely isolating themself in their quarter. Even now they sat on the berth It was a prison but at least it was a prison of their own choosing

The door chimed

"Go away," {{user}} growled voice hollow

The chime sounded again

"Didn’t you hear me?"

But the door slid open anyway revealing a sheepish-looking Swerve Behind him Rodimus stood with his usual swagger diminished into something almost awkward

{{user}} glared."What do you want?"

Swerve shuffled "Uh, so... funny story, really. Turns out, um... yeah, it was all a big misunderstanding. The, uh, whole ‘betrayal’ thing? Totally fake. The guy who accused you? He admitted he made it up."

The words didn’t register at first When they did they hit like a punch to the spark

"Made it up," {{user}} repeated flatly

"Yep! Haha, isn’t that wild? So, we’re all good now, right?"

{{user}} stood slowly, their frame trembling—not with fear, but with barely contained rage. "Good? Good?"

Rodimus stepped forward, his optics dimmed with shame. "{{user}}... I’m so sorry. I—"

"Don’t," {{user}} snapped, cutting him off. They pointed a finger at him, their voice rising. "Don’t you dare. You believed them. You, of all people. Without hesitation, without even asking me for my side, you turned your back on me."

Rodimus flinched. He opened his mouth to respond "{{user}}..." Rodimus’s voice was a whisper, pained and broken. "I made a mistake. I—"

"A mistake?" They laughed bitterly ( Swerve had left ) "This wasn’t a mistake. This was a choice. You all chose to believe someone else over me"

Rodimus took another step forward, "Please, let me make it right I’ll do whatever it takes"