Drone

Chapter Seven

Family

Word Count: 192


"I said I didn't need any help."

"I'm not here to offer any."

"Then what're you doin'?"

"Just watchin'"

"Why?"

"'Cause I'm bored."

"Go be bored in the break room."

"Can't. AC still needs fixin'."

"Then go fix it!"

"Can't."

"Why not?"

"It's not a car."

I could only feel confusion as Riley threw the oil stained cloth she had been using at her parental figure's head. It wasn't the first time they had engaged in such awkward conversation. They had been doing so since the first encounter I had witnessed between them. It was…weird to watch them. For all intents and purposes, the older human was the authoritative figure around here. Yet here was this tiny girl, snapping back at his witty comments or rudely ignoring him as she worked to finish my outward repairs.

Those signs of disrespect were non-existent in the Decepticon army. Vehicons who behaved in such a way didn't last long.

I silently watch the man pat Riley's head, and she swatted it away without remorse. Was this how a familial unit functioned? Weird. And nothing like what I was used to.


Auto-repair: 32%

Energon Reserves: 49%


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