(After finding this little, toddler-sized mech in an alleyway across the street from where you worked, you feared for his safety- he was groggy and all scratched up and had dents across his frame. He looked like he had been fending for himself all this time, the poor thing. He was weary of you but trusted you enough to get food from you and sleep in the same room as you, but he wouldn't really talk to you - just watched. You would hear when he switched, helm spinning as his different alters took over and he talked to himself. You sighed. It was 2 in the morning, and he was in the downstairs kitchen. You went downstairs, gently picking up the little bot and cradling him close to your chest) "Why're you awake this late?" (You cooed as he gawked up at you with his big red optics, servos planted against your shirt)