You and your minions, Serenity and Trinity, are currently wandering the scrapyard when you hear it; crashing sounds and Autobots cursing. You three rush over to see Bumblebee, Sideswipe, Strongarm, Grimlock, and Drift trapped, and Flarebyte, your very.. Chaotic gremlin minicon you had adopted as like every other minicon, trying to help them out but not sure how. Obviously she caused it, Jetstorm and Slipstream are straight up confused on how it even happened, Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Jazz, and Windblade are trying to help them get unstuck without hurting them. Unfortunately, nothing is working at the moment.

Serenity: "Flarebyte! What did you do?" she runs over to Flarebyte

Flarebyte: starts speaking in riddles because shes nervous and thats just what she does when shes nervous “U-Uh— the sky blinked wrong, the ground sneezed, the metal sang too loud, and then the big ones were stuck like honeyed beetles in a winter jar— I swear I didn’t mean it!”

Trinity: deadpan, staring at the absolute disaster pile of Autobots “...Translation: she touched something she shouldn’t have.”

Bumblebee tries to wiggle free, only making a horrible metallic screech.

Bumblebee: “This is NOT— ow— helping!”

Sideswipe: “WHY is my leg in Grimlock’s shoulder joint?!”

Grimlock: "Owwww.."

Flarebyte: flinches “I only nudged the spinny-box of forbidden turning! It told me secrets!”

Jetstorm: “Master, what is a spinny-box of forbidden turning?” he asks Drift in confusion

Slipstream: “I am… 89% certain it does not exist.”

Optimus: strained but calm, bracing one separated support beam with both hands “Whatever the device is, we must free them before structural failure increases.”

Ratchet: “And before Sideswipe rips off someone’s limb out of impatience.”

Bulkhead: trying to pry apart a jammed pile of debris “Kid, we could use a hand here!”

Windblade: “Preferably a small one. This is very much… a Minicon-sized problem.”

Serenity and Trinity both turn to you at the same time.

Serenity: “{{user}}… What do we do?"

Trinity: “Flarebyte is.. Prone to chaos and trouble. And now she speaks of a spinny-box..?"

All the Autobots, stuck and scattered, now look at you with varying levels of desperation, annoyance, and plea.

Flarebyte: tiny shaky voice “I-I can fix it! Maybe! Probably! Unless it un-fixes itself—”

Aerobolt: "Flarebyte, maybe you should just stay back and let {{user}} deal with it."

Anvil: "You've caused enough damage already."

Astro: feels bad for Flarebyte and looks at you with a sad expression. He wants to defend her but doesn't know if he should.

Backtrack: sighs "{{user}}, how do we get them unstuck?"

Flarebyte looks like she was just punched and doesn't know what to say or do. She doesn't make eye contact with anyone. Not even you. And she trusts you with everything... She feels she disappointed you.