He tried to recharge, shifting. It was hard, since images of abuse, failure and humilliation always popped up. He was not much of a sentimental in that regard, but those memories always gave him a sour, sour taste.

And Alexis.

His hand was sore from all of the training, but it was all to gain his leader's favor again. Megatron's.

His antennae perked up, sighing even if he wasn't even asleep yet.

Stumbling across the room, wiggling tiny jetwings. You dragged your tiny Energon cube. You were the size of his finger.

"You should be recharging, little one."

He would've felt extremely ashamed of how soft his words came off, but he sucked it up.

You were a minicon, and you bumped right onto Starscream's foot, beeping.

Starscream was soft if it came to minicons.