While inspired by the new AU I've been creating with the help of ChatGPT, I wrote this completely on my own. As I did anything else posted in these collection of one shots. I was planning on posting them in my Prime One shots but, while technically Prime, it's an AU and deserves it's own. Again, all of these were completely written by me and had no influence from the chat

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Scene: Anna and Knock Out are interacting during some downtime. The current scene they've been working on is especially taxing and is taking its toll on the human. She has become irritable and starts once more starts questioning the purpose of the movie and the fact she's involved in it at all. But not just with but how she became involved with the Cybertronians as a whole.

"Um, hello. You're the reason I'm involved in all of this in the first place." Anna reminds him with a small huff, firmly crossing her arms against her chest. "Just because I am related, and through adoption by the way, to William Fowler, that doesn't mean I was involved with the Autobots."

"But you still knew of our existence through Psyche." Knock Out retorts, somewhat amused by the human girl's sudden irritation.

"You didn't know that, though." She points out, clearly getting more irritated. "Even after you snatched me I was trying to keep that fact secret. And you only know that because she was one of the ones who came to save me from you."

"Hmm, yes, well now you do know." Knock Out dismisses with a small smirk gracing his lips, "So I suppose you should be thanking me. Without you we likely wouldn't even be doing this moment. Unless, of course," he pauses and peaks over his shoulder, to where the three original Autobot allies were visiting the set and chatting with one of the Vehicons. "We could have simply used one of the other children."

"Ugh!" Frustration getting the better of him, Anna lets out a small growl and her glare sharpens as she presses her teeth together angrily. "I sometimes just really want to kick you!"

Knock Out's optics flash, a spark of clear amusement on his face. Of which he brings closer to Anna's as he bent downwards to be more on her level. Or, as much on her level as he could. "I dare you," He challenges with a growing smirk. "All you'll be doing is hurting that fleshy foot of yours."

"Yeah, well, my 'fleshy feet' are wearing their steel toed shoes today." Anna retorts snarly and stomps a little closer to the much bigger than her Cybertronian. "When working with giant robots you can never be too careful,"

Realizing that Anna was actually serious about desiring to kick him, and the fact steel shoes might actually sting, if just leave a scuff mark, Knock Out's smirk drops. His optics again flash but this time with something more serious and he moves quickly. Just as she was rearing up to give his caff a swift swing, he quickly plucks her off the ground by the back of her shirt with two of his digits and stands back to full height.

"Hey!" Anna snaps, wildly swinging her legs as she literally dangled where Knock Out held her. "Put me down!"

"Oh, don't worry," Knock Out smirks once more, but now it's a mix of amusement and something else, a cruel glint lashing in his optic. Of which drift upwards as he begins to walk forwards. "I'll put you down."

Stilling her kicking, Anna's face lost some color as she cranes her neck and quickly realizes what the Decepticon planned on doing. Still, she shifts her gaze back to him, her eyes narrowing. "... You wouldn't dare."

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He did. Struggling to balance on one of the high beams, Anna glances down as several of the set crew rush to find a ladder to get her down with. Knock Out, refusing to lift another servo to help, watches off from the side with an amused smirk. Which only grows as Anna meets his optic, of whom glares at him in return.

"What?" he shrugs, still refusing to unlean himself from the wall. "You said you wanted me to put you down. Not where you wanted to be put." He chuckles, earning him some irritated glares from the workers around him, of which he ignores.

"For crying out loud!" The director cries, lifting a hand to his face and sighing irritably. "Will someone just go get one of the Autobots already."