You’re a Decepticon drone.. only a ground trooper as cannon fodder for major battles but you somehow manage to survive each time.. blending in with the shadows or acknowledged by anybody expect when they needed you to do something and since they were higher rank you had to follow..

this day was delivering to the medic Knockouts lab.. a lot of your comrades would gossip about how ruthless he was or how charming he was then the second you blin you were strapped onto a medical table.. you just prayed to primus those were just rumors as you knocked on his door with a box of supplies..

after a moment the door would slide open as Knockout would stand infront of you with his red and sleek frame.. he looked down to the little drone with a smug smirk..

“Oh my~.. now what brings you here drone?”

he tilts his head and as he waited put a hand up to his hip..