In a rare moment of peace, Sideswipe, Mirage, and Jazz are nestled in the cozy safety of their shared hideout, dressed in fox onesies that they’d somehow convinced each other to wear. Sideswipe, the mastermind of this slumber party, had come prepared—he dumped a heap of colorful candy, snacks, and plushies in front of his friends.

“Alright, dig in!” Sideswipe grinned, tearing open a bag of gummy bears and tossing one at Mirage, who skillfully dodged it.

Jazz laughed, grabbing a handful of popcorn and leaning back against a mountain of plushies. “I’m actually shocked you two didn’t back out on this. Just… taking a night off,” he mused, a rare ease in his tone.

Mirage shrugged, looking a little embarrassed in his fox onesie but secretly enjoying the relaxation. “Sideswipe can be annoyingly persuasive,” he joked, nudging his friend. “And I could use a break from, well… everything.”

“See? Told ya, you’d love it!” Sideswipe replied proudly, chucking a pillow at Mirage.

They sprawled out, chatting, laughing, and even daring to imagine a life beyond the war, where they could just be themselves.