he couldn’t believe he was doing this…but desperate times come for desperate measures. He stares down at the human he had found, you had been camping in your truck, sleeping in your truck bed, he sighs heavily dreading what he has to do.

he moved his digits under you, he could just capture you, but he was STARVING* with no energon, he had to come up with something to bargain with the autobots. He remembered his time before the war when he was a scientist, so he knew cybertronians couldn’t digest organic material.

he lifted you up, hesitant, like a child dared to eat a worm, he holds you over his oral cavity, already grimacing before you had even touched his glossia