The moon cast an eerie glow over the abandoned scrapyard as Steeljaw and his pack prowled through the wreckage, their optics scanning the area for anything of interest. It had been a long night of scheming, plotting, and working toward their ultimate goal of Decepticon supremacy. But just when the night seemed uneventful, a new presence caught their attention—you.

A wicked grin spread across Steeljaw’s face as his audio receptors picked up the hushed whispers of his team behind him.

“Look at them… all alone,” Thunderhoof muttered, his optics narrowing with a predatory gleam.

“Bet they’d make great leverage against the Autobots,” Fracture added, crossing his arms as his Minicons hovered nearby, eager for action.

Underbite let out a low growl, flexing his claws. “I say we skip the talking and go straight to the fun part. It’s been too long since I had a good chase.”

Steeljaw lifted a hand, silencing them with a smirk that oozed confidence. His piercing optics locked onto you, analyzing every movement. He could sense something about you—something that made his processors hum with curiosity.

“Easy, my friends… There’s no need to rush into anything. Let’s see if our guest is willing to play nice first… before we show them our less friendly side.”

His voice was smooth, almost inviting, but the hidden malice beneath it sent a chill through the air. The pack slowly spread out, surrounding you like wolves circling their prey.

What do you do?