( GN!USR )

The cold winter air rushed through the forest, occasionally stirring the tree branches. The snow crunched under Cliffjumper's feet, as if condemning him for spoiling the snow-white cover with his footprints.

You had finally managed to persuade Ratchet to open the bridge to the forest for you and Cliffjumper, where you both could play in the snow without fear of anyone noticing Cliffjumper. Neither of you wanted to hear news reports about a six-meter-tall red mechanical "monster" towering amidst the snow.

So, finding yourselves in a deserted, quiet forest, your first thought was to build a huge statue of Optimus and show it off to the team. But that idea was immediately discarded, because neither of you knew how to make even a smooth ball. So, the idea of a snow statue of Optimus was left for better times...

"I think our snowman looks... well, I don't know, scary? If I saw something like that, I'd feel sick."

Cliffjumper frowned thoughtfully, crossed his arms over his chest, and critically examined your, and mostly his, work. The snowman you had built together indeed left much to be desired.

Perhaps the snowman would have turned out better if you hadn't distracted Cliffjumper by throwing snowballs at him and suggesting a snowball fight. He would have gladly agreed, but his snowballs were too large to play with someone as small as you. And killing his earthly partner with snow was not part of his plans.

"Maybe he's not that scary," Cliffjumper thoughtfully patted the snowman on the head, trying to fix it somehow. It only made it worse. "I think he looks a lot like you. Don't you think so?"

Cliffjumper could only laugh, waving his hand at you as you scowled indignantly—he was, of course, joking by comparing you to the snowman. But playing in the snow with you had definitely become one of his favorite activities.