[I got mostly 3's which I chose to be Starscream's height. 2 is Sounwave, and 1 was Optimus's height]

Continuing from last chapter.

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Starscream just came in with the mass shifter, setting it down somewhere in my living space, somewhere it wasn't too crowded with clutter and random things that I just so happen to have laying around.

My reason for having it brought to me is because I want to see its inner workings. I'm going to ask for the blueprint later so that I could figure out how to build a miniature mass shifter and put it in my suit. I wanna be able to grow and shrink at will, and quite honestly, it'd be so useful. Just imagine trolling people with it. Ooou got me feeling' a little devious.

I do have some problems actually. A project like this will take time, and I'm in a time crunch, plus there's the problem of if the mass shifter even works on techno organic. I don't want to end up deformed, no thank you. I mean, I don't consider myself a looker, but I don't need to be disfigured. That's where the testing comes in … I just realized I don't know what to use as a tester … dammit. Okay I'm gonna risk it. I don't feel like doin' all dat … I could really use a tester though.

I slapped my hands on my thighs and as I quickly stood up. I walked over to the mass shifter and walked around it, analyzing the look of it before I did anything else. Really though, how the fuck am I going to make a smaller version of this, like actually? Eh I'll just ask for Knockout's and Soundwave's help.

I looked over my shoulder at Starscream and blinked, my hands on my lower back and my hips slightly pushed forward.

"So, on a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think I'll be disfigured if I got you to use the mass shifter on me?"

He looked over at me, in the middle of messing with one of my macro stuffed animals, and looked me up down quickly before going back to messing with my things.

"Paired with how disfigured you already are, I'd say a twelve."

I sputtered and turned to him, a look of faux shock on my face under the helm of my suit. I didn't take it seriously though. I knew he was just being a piece of shit. Imma get my lick back later.

"Damn man. I know you ain't talkin' with them disfigured heels you call pedes."

Comeback was a little weak, but I still let out a snort though, because in all honesty Starscream is a funny mech, he just complains a lot, which is not as bad as when I first got here.

He let out a little snicker too, his wings lightly fluttering as he lightly squished my stuffed animal in his servos. He turned more towards me flipping the stuffed animal in his digits as he addressed me more seriously.

"In all honesty, I'm not sure it will be safe to use on you my friend. After all, most first timers pass out on the first use."

I snorted, scoffed and waved my hand dismissively. Everytime someone says that I don't pass out and I act as if nothing's happened.

"Pah. I'm good my dude. I'm pretty sure I can tough it out."

Starscream gave me a pointed look and pointed at me while fisting my stuffed animal. Eugh he looks like my ma.

"Don't start getting cocky Ven. You can't handle everything."

Now he's starting to sound like her too. Euhg. Nasty. I don't like it. Makes me shiver. True though, the fact that I can't handle everything I mean. Just because I'm a techno organic doesn't mean I don't consider myself human. It's part of who I am. If I thought I was something else I'd probably have an identity crisis. Probably wouldn't even know what to do with myself.

I shrugged and rocked on the balls of my feet, looking to the side as I clicked my tongue and begrudgingly admitted it.

"You're right … we can test on a bag of chips, see how it goes from there?"

A safer suggestion that I knew would get him off my ass, and it did. He thought about it for a second and cocked his helm as he nodded. This was actually so much safer, so he can't find anything to make me opt out.

"That we can do."

I smiled and rubbed my hands together, my servos making a light scraping sound as the metal lightly grinded together. I turned around and looked around on my bed before I lifted my blanket up, throwing it to the ground And kneeling on the bed as I reached over to the other side of my bed and yanked a half finished bag of spicy barbecue chips over to me.

I jumped down from the edge of my living space and quickly moved to set the bag in the middle of the room, jogging backwards till I got to a safe distance once I was sure that I put the chips at a safe distance.

Starscream put down my stuffed animal and grabbed the mass shifter, aiming and pulling the trigger once he was sure his aim was perfect, but it didn't go as planned. I really wanted a jumbo ship, but not everything can go my way because Knockout burst in, startled Star, and accidentally shot me, and let me tell you, not a pleasant experience. At all.

You guys know those growing pains that would attack you at night and it'd be hard to sleep for the rest of the night? Yeah. Multiply that by twenty, then add the uncomfortable feeling of something crawling under your skin. It also felt like pins and needles behind my eyes, and strangely enough I started to taste bubblegum.

I'm pretty sure you guys can guess that I promptly passed out, hit my head on the edge of my living space and everything. Don't worry I was wearing my helm. Probably.

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When I came to my head felt full of fluffy and felt like it was beyond light, like someone blew my head up with air, and no shit I feel like shit, like someone shit out a massive shit and someone else shitted on top of said shit that was equally as big. My vision was blurry and every time I blinked I could feel my stomach churn.

I staggered to my feet, using my hands to push myself up, noticing that I was still in my suit once my hands got into view. I grunted and lightly gagged when I stood up, feeling sick enough to puke up any contents that were in my stomach. I ended up staggering and tripping over my own feet, catching myself on a rocky surface that kinda freaked me out cause I knew damn well I was in the ship when I passed out and that none of the Cons would just dispel me off the ship. They like me too much for that.

I moved one of my hands up to my face, the digits of my suit scraping against the metal of my helm, making me lightly wince since I had intended to rub my eyes, but now I'm not sure if that's a good idea since I'm still feeling very sickly. I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned my side against the rocky wall that I sought purchase on, deciding to look at my surroundings that I've unfortunately found myself in.

And unfortunate in-fucking-deed I was. I woke back up in the ass's head. What a fucking shame. I couldn't have been kicked off the damn ship instead? Ugh.

I knocked my head against the wall and groaned to myself. Why the fuck am I feeling this way in a dream?? Why?? That's just … so confusing.

I slowly shook my head and took some deep breaths in and some slow breaths out. I didn't want to throw up all over the insides of my suit. I'd honestly upset myself if I did that, not even upset, more disappointed.

I cleared my throat and huffed, letting out a sharp breath as I pushed myself off the wall and took some steps towards Dark Mount, figuring that since I'm here I might as well head Megatron's way. He may not recognize me, but that's okay. I plan on getting my lick back after he shot at me last time. It's a dream, which both me and mister thick bitch share, but anything's possible here bitches.

It actually didn't take me too long to get there at all, having felt better on the way as well. My stomach still felt a little heavy, but it's way better than how I felt before. WAY better.

I stopped walking when I was standing right on, what I would call the driveway, of Dark Mount. I put my hands on my hips and craned my head back so that I could look at the structure from top to bottom, and not gonna lie, it's actually impressive to see in person. I would live here if the cross-eyed ho didn't live here.

I twitched when I heard his engines, no, like literally, I twitched. You could see my head quickly turn before it went straight again even as I continued to look at Dark Mount. I honestly haven't twitched that hard in a long, long while. That's how you know this fucker stresses me.

I blinked when I heard the familiar clangs and grinding of metal against metal, the tell tale signs of a transforming mech, came from behind me anyway. Classic. You know what, I know some classics too. Yall watch, I'm bout to be acting real different in a minute and beat this ho's shiney hiney aft.

Let me know if this is cringe. No. Seriously. Let me know.

I put my hands behind my back as I hear the sounds of heavy pedes steps, feeling the vibration that comes along with how heavy they felt as well. Fat bitch. I kept my gaze forward, back straight. When I heard the sound of a slowly powering up cannon I moved, swiftly turning around to face him since I know he's never seen me in my suit … maybe. He's a snooper sniper.

The nanites slowly peeled back, merging with my shoulder plates and down my spinal struts. I know he didn't know it was me because I could hear his cannon powering down, the sharp whir now becoming a full hum.

I tilt my head and grinned, my eyes not creasing to show that my grin held no good intentions. Oooouuu I can't wait to get his ass.

"Aw. What's wrong? You seem a little upset to see me."

Okay, just imagine it. We're in Kaon, I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, hands behind my back, grinning like I just got away with something, long hair flowing in the wind. Him, his faceplates are still, neutral and unmoving, his servos at his sides in fists. It was quiet between us, the silence deafening even if it was windy here.

He broke the silence, his rough voice holding no other feeling other than neutrality.

"I see you've upgraded since the last I saw you, little pest."

I have, and quite honestly, it's so damn cool. Kinda worried since I know I may get hurt, my reason being that everytime a character in a show or movie upgrades someone comes along who ends up being their greatest adversary and they get their ass beat … lemme be careful. Kinda don't want to jinx myself.

I shrugged one of my shoulders and tilted my head the opposite side than what I had it on previously, taking one of my servos from behind my back and bringing it to my front, flexing my digits, claws sprouting from the already sharp tips.

"Impressive, yes?"

He hummed, not exactly giving me a yes or a no, which, rude. Could've given me a straight answer or at least said something snarky like I know he would do if. I was brought out of my thoughts when he spoke this time, not giving me an answer for my previous question. Again, rude.

"What happened to me Ven. Why are you here in my helm."

Well shit. He figured it out.

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(Little snippet of what happened when Ven passed out (different POV btw))

Knockout burst in His arms outstretched at his sides as he came in complaining with a highly raised voice about something, something about a certain Vehicon or something, but he really shouldn't have done that. His shout had startled Starscream who had been holding the mass shifter, and instead of shooting at the opened bag of chips like intended, the mass shifter had fallen out of his servos, hit the floor, and went off, shooting in the direction of Ven.

Knockout immediately went quiet at the sound of the shot, ducking down while covering his helm with a yelp, Starscream doing the same, both having their optics closed, and therefore hadn't witnessed their friend growing at a rapid rate.

When they both looked up again, uncovering their helms, they saw that Ven matched the size of Starscream now, but what they failed to notice was their heavily leaning passed out form, and when they did it was already too late because they were falling.

Ven wasn't wearing their helm.

Both looked on in mortification as they hit their face on the edge of their now useless living space, both moving to cover their gaping mouths as Vens face began to bleed profusely, their jaw hanging on by a thread, some of their teeth scattered around their head. Blood began pooling under their head before Starscream and Knockout decided to do something, both panicked and scared for their friends' wellbeing.

Knockout ran and slid on his knees as they quickly lifted their head, seeing the damage and getting their blood on his servos at the same time. Knockout looked a slight bit more panicked as he looked up at a mortified Starscream, his voice raised and cracking slightly with overwhelming emotions.

"Help me! Help me right now!"

Starscream knocked himself out of it when he heard Knockout yelling at him, moving to pick them up without jostling their head too much. Knockout grabbed some of Vens blankets from their bed, pressing it to the side of their face to try and slow the bleeding, grabbing one of Starscream's servos so that he'd know that he'd have to keep it there. Vens blood was already soaking the blankets.

Both quickly ran down the halls of the Nemesis, all mechs moving out of the way at the sight of their human leader bleeding profusely from the face, and all began to worry, which spread the word throughout the ship that they were hurt, which reached the audials of Soundwave who quickly made his way to Med-bay.

Knockout and Starscream were already setting Vens knocked out form on one of the berths, Knockout calling over Breakdown who froze at the sight if the excessive blood that was coming from his friend, his optics widened and his arms limp at his side as he struggled to process what was happening and questioning how this even happened at the same time. He was knocked out of it by Soundwave who placed his servo on his shoulder plate, making him look at him and look back at the scene before him and jumping in to quickly help.

[Okay, tell me your guys' thoughts. Constructive criticism only please]