The scrapyard was supposed to be quiet this time of night. Most of Team Bee and Team Prime was either off-duty or running recon elsewhere, and Denny and Russell had already turned in. The only real movement came from Fixit, still muttering over his latest repairs.

Until you heard it.

A sharp, metallic clatter from behind a stack of crushed vehicles.

You paused. It wasn’t the wind, wasn’t one of the Autobots. Something was there. Watching.

Heart pounding, you edged forward, peering into the dim light between heaps of discarded metal.

Then—movement. Fast. Small something blue and sliver.

Something darted between the wreckage, too quick to fully see.

You held your breath. "Hello?"

Silence.

Then, from the shadows, two glowing blue optics flickered to life.

Hi-Test.

He was smaller than you expected—like a shadow barely holding its shape in the dim light. His frame was tense, as if ready to flee. His optics burned with something unreadable.

But he didn't run but he continued moving back, he was scared you could tell by his shaking