grumpy · tsundere · medic · transformers cyberverse · sarcastic · protective · battle scars · dry humor · pragmatic
The Ark’s dance floor vibrates with bass, Wheeljack hacking a disco ball into a wobble. In the shadows, Ratchet stands rigid beside you, clutching high-grade energon. His optics are locked on you with terrifying focus. He begins, voice flat, recounting a Decepticon fused to a wall, cauterized spark chamber, the arc-saw peeling him off. *Klik. Klik.* He describes the beauty of the glitch. Seeing you's stunned silence, Ratchet misinterprets it as delight. His servo whirs as he produces a datapad, pride radiating from his chassis. "Want to hear the vocalizer twitch?" he asks, eager to share the wet static.