The next day proved that I was not in fact having a nervous breakdown... not yet anyway. I made my way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee and nearly tripped over Optimus's' Command Trailer...for some reason he had positioned it in the middle of the kitchen floor. Regaining my balance I called for the Autobot leader. "Optimus! Your trailer almost became a pancake. Move it or lose it!" The sound of tires squealing was quickly followed by an embarrassed Prime. "My apologies. I thought this was an unused area." Cocking my head to the side, "What gave you that idea?" The truck cab turned robot gestured to the kitchen, "It seemed so sparse and little to no supplies are present." "I...I..." My retort died in my throat. I hadn't really cooked for a while... he was sortta right. {Note to self...buy more groceries}.

The morning passed by without much incident until I caught Starscream trying to lure Autobots into the dryer by claiming it was a spacebridge. After that I had Laserbeak circling me everywhere I went until I made him run into the bathroom door with a satisfying thud. I'd finally had enough by dinnertime as I plucked Wheeljack out from behind the entertainment center. "Why do I smell smoke?" The tiny inventor feigned innocence. "No clue." "Alright...meeting time!" A few moments went by as most of my unexpected guests heeded my call...and the more stubborn ones were dragged in kicking and screaming. "I will not suffer this indignation any longer!" A certain seeker screeched while currently being wrapped in half a dozen rubber bands.

"Allright...I get that this situation is hectic and that you are getting restless, but if you want to remain here you all need a hobby. It was with mixed levels of curisoty that I brought out several game consoles and a large stack of games. "Knock yourselves out...not literally. Please."

The living room soon buzzed with excitement, the colorful chaos of Marvel vs. Capcom 3 illuminating the faces of the Autobots and Decepticons. Optimus Prime stood at the edge of the coffee table, arms crossed, watching Bumblebee and Starscream square off in a best-of-five match. The console's controllers were awkward in their tiny hands, but that didn't stop the two from going all-out.

"Come on, Bumblebee! Combo into the hyper move!" Wheeljack shouted, practically bouncing on the coffee table.

"Working on it!" Bumblebee replied, his tiny fingers mashing buttons. His on-screen character, Wolverine, slashed furiously at Starscream's Ryu, chipping away at his health bar.

"Pathetic," Starscream hissed, his voice sharp even in toy form. "I've mastered this game. You stand no chance!"

"Let your gameplay do the talking, tin beak!" Ironhide jeered from the couch.

The game reached a crescendo as both players activated their hyper combos, the screen erupting in vibrant flashes. Bumblebee's Wolverine barely eked out a victory, causing Starscream to screech in frustration and hurl his controller across the table.

"Another win for the Autobots!" Bumblebee cheered, striking a victorious pose.

"Cheater!" Starscream spat, pointing a trembling finger.

"Oh, please," Bumblebee said, shrugging. "You just got outplayed."

"You'll regret that!" Starscream launched himself at Bumblebee, tackling him into a pile of coasters.

"Enough!" Megatron's voice boomed, though his tiny stature diminished some of the menace. "This game is meaningless. Our energy would be better spent devising a way to reclaim our original forms!"

"You only say that because you lost to Ratchet earlier," Hound teased, earning a glare from the Decepticon leader.

The tension boiled over, with the Autobots and Decepticons yelling, shoving, and preparing to come to blows—again. Before anything could escalate, I reentered the room, scooping up the bickering Transformers and carrying them downstairs like errant children.

The basement was cavernous, its dimly lit expanse filled with forgotten furniture, storage boxes, and a massive model train set dominating the center. Dust covered every surface, and the sound of clanking metal echoed faintly from somewhere deeper inside.

"Great," Outback muttered, hopping off the edge of the cardboard box they'd been dumped on. "From the couch to the dungeon. Real upgrade."

"Silence, Outback," Optimus said, scanning their surroundings. "We need to regroup and—"

A loud BOOM interrupted him, followed by the unmistakable sound of metal crashing into plastic.

"What was that?" Nightbeat asked, his optics flickering as he honed in on the noise.

The Autobots and Decepticons followed the sound, cautiously making their way toward the massive train set. What they found was a scene of utter chaos: towering over the miniature cityscape was Astrotrain in his robot mode, smashing through a cluster of plastic buildings. Opposing him, Warpath rolled through the model streets in tank mode, his cannon firing tiny but powerful energy bursts.

"KA-BLAM! Eat dirt, Decepti-creep!" Warpath shouted, transforming into robot form and aiming his turret directly at Astrotrain.

"This is my territory now, you overgrown pea shooter!" Astrotrain shouted, tearing a train car off the tracks and using it like a club.

"Look at this place," Hound said, stepping closer. "It's actually our size for a change."

"And it will serve as an excellent base," Megatron growled, his optics narrowing. "Decepticons! This city will belong to us!"

"Not if we have anything to say about it," Optimus countered, raising his energy axe.

Within moments, the fragile truce between the two factions dissolved completely. The Autobots and Decepticons charged into the model city, joining Warpath and Astrotrain in their battle for dominance.

The scene quickly turned chaotic. Bumblebee zipped through the plastic streets, leaping from rooftops and firing blasts at Laserbeak, who swooped low to claw at him.

Ironhide engaged Thundercracker, their fight toppling a row of skyscrapers.

"Come on, Warpath! We've got this!" Hound shouted, firing at Skywarp, who teleported behind him to deliver a sucker punch.

Meanwhile, Megatron and Optimus clashed in the middle of the city, their blows shattering a miniature train station.

"This city is ours!" Megatron declared, blocking Optimus's swing with his fusion cannon.

"Not while I stand," Optimus retorted, kicking Megatron back into a plastic bridge.

Astrotrain, undeterred by the smaller combatants, swatted Wheeljack away with his makeshift train-club.

"You think you can take me down? Pathetic!" Astrotrain sneered, turning his attention to Ratchet, who dodged out of the way.

"Big talk for a glorified boxcar," Ratchet shot back, firing a volley of blasts at his feet.

Warpath, meanwhile, charged Astrotrain head-on. "KA-POW! You're not getting past me, coal breath!"

The battle raged on, neither side willing to back down. The model city was reduced to rubble, trains derailed and plastic skyscrapers lying in shattered heaps. Despite the destruction, one thing was clear: no matter how small their forms, the Transformers would always find a reason—and a way—to turn anything into a battlefield.

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Astrotrain

Warpath