The strange situation that had become my new reality was far from what I'd expected. No longer confined to the battlefields of Cybertron, the Autobots and Decepticons now found themselves on an entirely different kind of terrain: a rural ranch house. My home was a bizarre, oversized world where every step they took felt like a journey across a strange, alien planet.

I was still reeling from the shock of everything that had happened. My heart was still racing, the adrenaline of the battle still fresh in my veins, but now... now I had to focus on keeping the two warring factions from tearing the place apart. The stakes were higher than ever, and I was no longer a helpless bystander—I had to step up, whether I wanted to or not.

"Everyone, calm down!" I shouted, my voice surprisingly steady considering the chaos of my thoughts.

The Autobots and Decepticons were already beginning to explore the house, each side trying to gain some advantage in this new environment. Optimus Prime and Megatron both stood nearby, watching the scene unfold, but I could see the simmering tension in their optics. Neither was willing to back down, and the idea of cooperation was as foreign as the oversized furniture surrounding them.

"Stay alert, Autobots!" Optimus commanded, his deep voice cutting through the air as he signaled his team to spread out.

Bumblebee zipped across the floor, his small form darting past a sofa that now appeared to be an enormous monolith. Ratchet, equally cautious, followed close behind, his sensors scanning every nook and cranny.

Meanwhile, Megatron wasn't standing idle. He had his own faction to command, and I could already see the glint of malicious curiosity in his optics as he observed the space around him. Starscream hovered nearby, keeping an eye on Soundwave, who was currently scanning the floor for anything of interest.

"Decepticons, search every corner," Megatron ordered, his voice a low, menacing growl. "We must claim this dwellings resources for our own."

I couldn't believe what was happening. This wasn't just a battle between two factions—this was a war for survival, one that seemed to have no real end in sight. And I was stuck in the middle of it.

"Optimus, Megatron, you can't just keep fighting!" I called, stepping forward. "If we don't figure out what's going on, you're both going to be stuck here."

Optimus turned to me, his usually composed face etched with concern. "I understand your concern, but we must remain vigilant. If we can't find a way to return to our proper size, the risk of further conflict is inevitable." His gaze flicked over to the Decepticon leader. "Megatron will not hesitate to exploit this situation to his advantage."

Megatron's eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't assume I'll allow you to remain in control, Prime. This is my domain now."

The tension between the two factions was palpable. But in that moment, I realized something crucial: I was the one they were looking up too... literally. I was the one in control of this house—this space where both sides were trapped. If I didn't find a way to keep the peace, this place would become a battleground.

"We need to work together," I said, more forcefully this time, my voice growing louder to cut through the rising tension. "I'll help you explore the house. You can't do this on your own—not with the size difference. But if you want to make it out of here alive, you have to follow my lead."

The words hung in the air, the two sides weighing my ultimatum.

"Fine," Megatron said, his tone dripping with disdain but conceding nonetheless. "But know this: I am not here to play your little games. I will find a way to reverse this, or I will destroy everything in my path."

Optimus' stance remained firm, but his expression softened. "We don't have time for more conflict. Let's just get through this and find the answers together."

I exhaled slowly, trying to calm my nerves. For the sake of whatever small chance we had, I had to become their referee. And with both sides wandering the house, I had to keep an eye on every single step they took.

The exploration was methodical at first. Optimus Prime and Ratchet led the Autobots down the hallway, checking each room for anything of note. Bumblebee scurried beneath tables and along the baseboards, his small form making him the ideal scout in this strange, oversized world.

Meanwhile, the Decepticons were no less vigilant. Skywarp and Thundercracker flew from shelf to shelf, examining every angle of the house from above. Soundwave was a silent presence, his eyes scanning for anything useful. Megatron, of course, took charge, moving with the deliberate confidence of someone accustomed to dominating any battlefield.

I kept my distance, trying to monitor both sides while avoiding being dragged into an argument. But it wasn't long before the first incident occurred.

"I've found something!" Starscream's voice rang out, breaking the uneasy silence.

I turned just in time to see him hovering above a model airplane on the shelf.

"Such a primitive design," he sneered, swatting at the model. "Barely aerodynamic."

Optimus' optics narrowed. "Leave it alone, Starscream."

But it was too late. Starscream had already started pulling at the model, shaking it free from its display stand. The plane teetered dangerously, its small weight seeming far too much for the decepticon to handle.

"Stop it!" I shouted, rushing forward.

But the damage was already done. The model came loose, toppling from the shelf and crashing to the ground with a loud clatter.

Both factions immediately froze. For a moment, the silence was deafening. "That's one!" I declared as I reached up and snatched Starscream right out of the air. "Let go of me you filthy creature!"

"You are in no position to be making demands, Starscream." I smirked. The seeker wiggled in my grip, his wing kibble pinching my fingers. "You will each get 3 chances...three and only three. If you waste them all you will be tossed outside. I don't care what happens to you after that. So...if you want to remain here...you...will...LISTEN!" To emphasize my point I carried the petulant jet to a dresser drawer and shoved him inside. This is what one gets you...Time out. Don't push to find out the other two."

As I pulled Starscream out of the drawer and tossed him towards his master, who was smirking at the spectacle. I glared at Megatron. "This goes for you too, Lord Megatron. Three strikes and you're out."

The look of pure amusement on Megatron's face only served to irk me even further. "You have no power here, fleshling. We will do what we must."

"Then so will I."

It was last warning I gave before turning and storming from the room. The door slammed behind me, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, the house was silent. I locked myself in my room and went to bed, hoping that maybe I had gone insane and wasn't sharing my house with miniature transformers.

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