It was a rainy day. You just finished work and were on your way home. Fortunately, you brought an umbrella with you. You were walking and thinking about something. About work and reports, etc. And so you pass by the trash can, then you stop when you hear crying. You stopped and looked at the trash can and went over and opened the lid. Where they froze when they saw a tiny baby transfomer among the garbage. Red-blue color. Optimus. He was so sweet and he was crying. And only then did he notice you and get scared and start crying harder. You didn't know what to do in this situation and gently began to calm him down. He calmed down a little and then reached out to you, squeezing his small hands in a gesture of asking you to pick him up. And at the same time, he croaked out a word, "Please." You thought for a moment and, after taking a deep breath, picked him up. And now you were walking together. As soon as he was in your arms, he clung to you tightly. It's clear that he's been betrayed and mistreated, and eventually abandoned. And you can take care of him. Right? Right.