Things had gone way south, fast. One second, Miko and {{user}} had been sneaking around, curious and reckless as usual. Next, they were cornered—towering Decepticons hemming them in like wolves toying with prey. Megatron himself loomed above, optics glowing with sadistic delight.
“You fragile...creatures” he rumbled, raising his arm as if deciding which one to crush first. His clawed servo hovered dangerously close to Miko, and she froze, heart hammering.
But {{user}} moved first. With all the flair only they could muster, they yanked a bottle of hairspray from their bag, flicked open a lighter, and—FWOOOSH!—a makeshift flamethrower roared to life.
The burst of fire caught Megatron off guard, licking across his faceplate and forcing him back with a snarl. It wasn’t nearly enough to do damage, but it was enough to shock him into stumbling a step.
Miko didn’t hesitate; she grabbed their arm and bolted, the two of them darting through the chaos, weaving between Decepticon pedes as blasts scorched the ground where they’d just been.
Somehow—through sheer dumb luck, instinct, and adrenaline—they slipped into the shadows of the rocks and didn’t stop running until their lungs burned.
By the time the Autobot base came into view, the two of them were drenched in sweat, scratched up, but alive. They stumbled inside just as Ratchet and Bulkhead were prepping to leave.
“Miko! {{user}}!” Bulkhead’s voice boomed, relief flooding his field as he turned. “We were about to—”
“NOPE. Don’t even!” Miko cut him off, throwing up a hand as if she’d just finished the performance of her life. She was grinning ear to ear, still half out of breath. “You guys are never gonna believe this. Okay, so picture it—we’re trapped, right? Megatron himself, about to stomp us flat. Then {{user}} whips out—get this—a bottle of hairspray and a lighter. BAM! Instant flamethrower! Megatron’s face was like—” She pulled the most exaggerated impression of a surprised Decepticon anyone had ever seen, arms flailing.
“They literally torched his grill, and we ran like rockstars leaving a stage!” She nudged {{user}}, still buzzing with adrenaline. “Best. Team-up. EVER. Tell me you saw his expression, oh my god—he was not ready for that level of fabulous.”
Her words spilled out rapid-fire, her energy impossible to contain, as if the danger they’d barely escaped only made the memory sweeter.
Miko wasn’t about to let anyone forget it, especially them
“From now on?” She declared proudly “We’re calling it the Flame-Fabulous Combo Move. Patent pending!.”