Jazz narrowed his optics, determination setting in. “You ’Cons never make anything easy, do ya?” he quipped, diving out from cover and firing a few rounds from his blaster. But before he could get a clean hit, the ray gun fired, its light engulfing him.

Pain shot through Jazz’s frame as the energy wrapped around him, his limbs locking up. He tried to resist, but his systems were overwhelmed. Everything around him started to warp, the world spinning as his frame began to shrink, his voice faltering. His weapons fell from his hands, clattering uselessly to the ground.

“Wh-what… what did you…” Jazz’s voice trembled, growing smaller, weaker. His frame collapsed into a heap, and when the light finally faded, Jazz tried to stand—but his legs gave out beneath him.

The Decepticon loomed over him, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “There we go,” he sneered, crouching down to examine his work. Jazz stared up in horror—his body had been reduced to the size of a sparkling.

“No…” Jazz whispered, but his voice was no longer the smooth one..

The Decepticon chuckled, flipping Jazz onto his tummy with one casual motion. “You’re not much of a threat now, are ya?” He grabbed one of the needles and held it up, the liquid inside glistening. “But don’t worry. A couple of shots, and you won’t even remember what it felt like to be big and bad.”

Jazz squirmed, trying to roll away, but his tiny body wouldn’t obey him. The needle pricked his side, the sting sharp and unavoidable. His thoughts were still clear, but his body no longer followed his commands. He was trapped, reduced to a mere infant in the clutches of a cruel Decepticon.

With a smirk, the Decepticon lifted Jazz, cradling him under his arm like a toy. “Now, let’s get you ready for adoption. Somebody’s bound to want a cute little Autobot like you.”