A new day was awakening outside. The soft, golden light of morning filtered in through the window of a giant room where a lone, metal titan lay. The cybertronian was awake, had been so for a while, but was not ready to get up, not ready to leave their warm, comfortable berth. So they stayed there, their optics still closed and letting the peaceful silence of dawn settle over them.
But then something gently interrupts it. Drowsy audio receptors picked up the sound of someone entering their room with soft footsteps going tap tap tap on the expansive floor.
The cybertronian doesn't move, barely holding back a groan as they hear the tap tap taps get closer until it reaches the foot of the berth. Though they knew better, some small part of them hoped that the little intruder would change their minds and leave them in peace.
They thought wrong. No sooner does the tapping of footsteps stop, grunts of exertion and shifting take their place. They were climbing up the berth.
A second later, a voice stage whispered out their name.
The cybertronian doesn't respond, determined to stick to their role as person in deep sleep. There's a scuffling noise as the intruder heaved themselves onto the berth and crawled closer to their massive head.
The tiniest twitch of a smile appeared on their face as warm, tiny hands grabbed the side of their head and pulled themselves up. Before long a weight they can barely register settled on their forehead, right above their closed left optic.
The tiny intruder whispered the cybertronian's name again. "I know you're not dead," they said. The lightest taps were felt on the bridge of their nose. "Are you?"
The gig was up. Peace had eluded them once again. Releasing a resigned sigh, they opened an optic and gazed up to the sight of Ash leaning over in line of sight, drowsily noting that she was still wearing her pajamas.
"I was trying," they mumbled, their voice still heavy from sleep. "Until you interrupted me. What do you want, you little scraplet?"
"It's morning," Ash said. "The sun's awake, so I'm awake. So that means you have to get up to."
A tired, resigned smile graced the cybertronian's lips before cracking open in a wide yawn. "Alright, alright. I'm getting up."
They reached out a hand and plucked Ash off their forehead with two fingers and sat up, scooting to the side of the berth until their feet touched the floor before transferring the kid to the cradle of the palm of their large hand.
"What are we going to do today?" asked Ash, ideas already forming in her head of activities to rope the cybertronian into.
They stood up and did a one arm stretch before looking down at their living alarm clock. "One thing at a time," they said. "I got to get some fuel in me first. I take it your parent is still asleep?"
Ash nodded in affirmation.
The cybertronian chuckled and tousled Ash's hair with a fingertip, much to the latter's chagrin.
With that, and with their passenger in hand [literally, they strolled out of their room to wake their human friend, because if they're going to get woken up at the butt crack of dawn, so will they.