It was cold, incredibly cold. It pierced your armour like a knife.

Your smaller frame curled into the warmth that came from the older autobot. A servos held to your helm as you shivered in the cold atmosphere. The only source of heat being your host.

Primus why was it so cold, you were sure your processor would freeze over before you could even make it through the night.

”Still with me?” His gruff voice brought you back slowly. The servos that had previously been rested on the top of your helm moving to pet you.

”Yeah.” Your smaller voice respondedly meekly. Shivering, moving to stare up at the larger ’bot that had taken you in. He may have been rough around the edges, but Kup was kind to you.

And for that, you were forever greatful.