The next few days were faily calm as everyone settled into a routine. Territorial disputes aside everything was peacful up until nightfall. I woke to the faint smell of smoke and the unmistakable crackle of small fires. Bleary-eyed, I stumbled out of bed, still adjusting to the surreal fact that my house had become a battleground for toy-sized alien robots.
As I leaned out into the hallway, I heard the familiar clinking of metal-on-metal. "Not again," I muttered.
Reaching the living room, I froze. Chaos had erupted. Scorch marks marred the walls, and tiny fires flickered among the cushions. Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, and the rest of the Autobots were crouched behind a stack of overturned books, their weapons trained on the far corner of the room.
On the other side, Megatron and the Decepticons were huddled behind a toppled lamp, their optics glowing like miniature demons in the dark. Both factions had their weapons drawn, but they weren't firing at each other.
"What's going on here?" I demanded, brushing soot off a chair.
"Stay back, human!" Optimus called out, his tone urgent. "Something far worse than Megatron is here."
"Worse?" I asked incredulously. "What could possibly be worse than him?"
"I heard that," Megatron growled from his side of the room, but even he seemed rattled.
Before anyone could answer, the floor shook with a metallic thud. A shadow loomed around the corner. Then it appeared—towering over the Transformers despite being, like them, a toy. But it wasn't like them at all.
The Iron Giant.
Its metallic frame gleamed in the dim light, its eyes glowing an eerie green. Its footfalls, heavier than should be possible, leaving tiny dents in the hardwood floor.
"Is… is that what I think it is?" I whispered, half in awe, half in terror.
The Iron Giant scanned the room, its head swiveling with mechanical precision. Then, without warning, it raised an arm, and a weapon unfolded from its wrist. The cannon hummed ominously.
"Scatter!" Optimus yelled.
The Autobots dove for cover as a bright beam of energy shot past them, scorching a hole clean through one of my chairs.
"Hey!" I shouted, but no one was listening.
"Decepticons, attack!" Megatron bellowed, leaping from his cover and firing his fusion cannon.
The blast struck the Iron Giant square in the chest, but the towering toy barely flinched. Instead, it turned its glowing eyes on Megatron and swatted him aside like a fly.
"Megatron!" Starscream cried, though his concern sounded more like mockery than genuine worry.
"I'm fine!" Megatron snarled, climbing out of the wreckage of an overturned coffee table.
Optimus seized the moment to charge forward, his energy axe blazing. He leaped onto the Giant's back, striking with precision, but his blows barely left a mark on the metallic behemoth.
"It's armor is too strong!" Optimus shouted as he was thrown off, crashing into a pile of books.
"This is bad," Bumblebee muttered, helping Optimus to his feet.
"We need a plan," Wheeljack said, his brain already working overtime. "It's mechanical. Maybe we can overload-."
A loud BOOM interrupted him. Warpath had joined the fray, his usual exuberance on full display. "KA-BLAM! You think you're tough, big guy? Let's see how you handle this!"
Warpath fired a volley of energy blasts, but the Iron Giant absorbed them without breaking stride. It retaliated by stomping toward him, its massive hand swiping downward.
"Move, Warpath!" Hound shouted, but the tank barely managed to roll out of the way.
I watched the chaos unfold, my heart racing. The Iron Giant was unstoppable, shrugging off every attack. The Autobots and Decepticons—usually at each other's throats—were now working together in a desperate bid to survive.
"Wait," I whispered, a memory from the movie surfacing in my mind. "It's not just a weapon…"
The chaos paused for a moment as I stepped forward, dodging stray blasts. "Hey! Big guy!" I yelled, waving my arms. "You don't have to do this!"
The Iron Giant turned its glowing eyes toward me, its expression unreadable.
"What are you doing?" Ratchet hissed. "Get back!"
"Trust me," I said, taking another step forward. "You're not just a gun. You're more than that. You're a hero...remember."
The Iron Giant froze, its glowing eyes flickering. For a moment, it seemed to hesitate.
"Yes!" I said, encouraged. "Remember who you are. You don't want to hurt anyone. You save people...like Superman...right?"
The Transformers looked on, their weapons still raised, unsure whether to trust my plan.
"Superman," I repeated, placing my hand on its cold metal chest.
The Iron Giant tilted its head up, a low hum emanating from its chest. Its eyes shifted from green to soft blue. Slowly, it lowered its arm, the weapon retracting.
"It's working," Optimus said, lowering his axe.
"About time," Bonecrusher muttered, though he, too, eased his stance.
The room fell silent as the Iron Giant straightened, its demeanor now calm and almost apologetic. It stepped back, scanning the room as if to assess the damage it had caused.
"See?" I said, smiling nervously at the Transformers. "Not every problem needs to be solved with violence."
"Perhaps," Optimus conceded, his optics bright with newfound respect.
Megatron, however, scoffed. "Typical Autobot sentimentality. I still say we should dismantle it."
"Megatron, stand down," Optimus commanded.
The Decepticon leader grumbled but obeyed, though it was clear he wasn't happy about it.
As the dust settled, I let out a long breath. My living room was a disaster, but at least the Iron Giant wasn't a threat anymore. For now.
Later that night, as the Transformers helped clean up the mess, Optimus approached me.
"You have a way with words, human," he said, his tone warm.
"Yeah, well," I replied, picking up a scorched book. "Sometimes even giants need to hear the right thing."
"A giant," Bumblebee said with a smile. "made of iron."
"Let's hope we don't meet anything worse than him," I said, casting a wary glance at the Giant, who now sat peacefully in the corner, staring out the window.
But deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.
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Iron Giant (Goldlok 14")