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Hello! It's your old friend. I would like to see how you will make a scenario for Crossfire. I know you will do great, I have great faith in you

Nervous as I don't know if I'm going to get this right. I've never written for someone's OC before so... here we go. Takes place during Transformers: Prime.

OC, Banner, and Plot points are by @krystalkitdemi, a good friend of mine. Enjoy my take on Crossfire, their OC.

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Yandere! Crossfire (OC) Scenario

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Degradation, Human pet mention, Corpses, Body horror mentioned at times, Energon mention, Slight dehumanization probably, Trauma implied but vaguely mentioned, Mutual companionship, Slight sadism, Overprotective behavior.

Cybertronian ships crashing onto Earth are bad news. The moment the scanners went off in the Autobot base a team was put together to see the crash. Unfortunately, it does appear their human companions have managed to sneak into the mission too.

The team consisted of Arcee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Optimus. Unbeknownst to them Jack and Miko had followed, Jack only came along due to the girl getting herself in trouble again. Once through the ground bridge they were met with quite the infamous ship.

Knock Out was not the only infamous surgeon the Decepticons had. There was once another who disappeared sometime during the war. A mad surgeon who built himself up with the pieces of his victims. A Cybertronian with a fascination with perfecting himself and studying organic creatures.

A mech infamously known as creating Terrorcons for fun.

Worry struck the sparks of the bots as they approached the crashed ship. So far silence was all that greeted them, but upon looking into the ship, only horrors greeted their optics. Ratchet, the doctor of the team, worriedly looks over the ship.

"What's wrong, Ratchet?" Bulkhead, their wrecker, asks. Ratchet's posture appears unnerved before they even look in the ship.

"This ship..." The medic whispers. "Why is it here?"

"Do you know this ship?" Arcee asks, the two wheeler approaching cautiously.

"Tales of a Decepticon surgeon were often spread during the war. Before he disappeared, a surgeon known as Crossfire did their dirty work." Ratchet takes a moment to take in the situation. "He's... let's just hope he isn't around right now. We really shouldn't be here."

At the medic's words the party carefully enter the ship to assess damage. Miko, overwhelmed with curiosity, goes to follow. Jack pulls her back last second.

"What do you think you're doing!?" The teen asks.

"Come on! We've got go know what's going on in there!" Miko pleads, Jack frowning in response.

"Even the Autobots were afraid of this ship, we shouldn't-" Jack tries to reason when he sees someone walking around the ship's front, exploring the forest. Not a Transformers... a human.

"Look!" Miko points. "Who's that? Are they scared of them?"

"I don't think so...." Jack ponders.

"Let's go!" Miko calls before darting off towards the other human. In fear, Jack follows the overly excited girl.

The human they were approaching quickly turns to see the two younger humans, fear overcoming the mysterious figure before they dart in the ship. Thinking this human could be in danger, the teens follow. Unfortunately, in the end, they enter the ship anyways.

In the large ship is cells, storage, and a lab. The familiar smell of Energon wafts through the air. Upon closer inspection... things move in cells. The sounds of metal on metal and screeching echo through the crashed ship.

Ratchet looks through the ship with a grimace. He's reminded of when Megatron resurrected the dead when he followed Prime on a mission. Bulkhead and Arcee also appear... disturbed.

"Terrorcons...." Arcee mumbles.

"Why are there so many of them?" Bulkhead whispers, noticing Ratchet look at various Cybertronian parts on tables.

"It's like a slaughterhouse...." Ratchet sighs, feeling ill. However, he also noticed smaller prosthetics on another table. Ones that appeared human sized but made out of Cybertronian metals.

Upon going deeper, there was a certain cell that caught the eye of Arcee. Inside there was human supplies. A bed, food, water, it looks like a human lived there.

"Hey, Ratchet!" Arcee calls, gesturing to the cell. "Look at this?"

The sight baffles the Autobots. Decepticons aren't known for caring for humans. Yet what concerns them all is that the implied human and the Con aren't here.

Then there's a group of small footsteps that quickly approach them.

Upon turning, the Autobots are met with Jack, Miko, and an unknown human. Not just a human... a human seemingly spliced with Cybertronian implants. Said cyborg human appears older than the kids but terrified of both them and the Autobots.

"There's your human...." Bulkhead comments. "Along with ours-"

"Ratchet, I can bring them back if you bridge me. We can take the new one too-" Arcee begins, seeing the other human try to find somewhere to run to.

"Don't touch me-" The cyborg... you... cry. This ship is all you've ever known. You have no other memories other than this ship...

Along with your owner.

All you know is Crossfire has cared for you more than anyone else. In fact, he's all you really have. Due to your cybernetics, all crafted gently by his hands, you can't join human society anymore. Your life is meant to be with him.

He cares for you. He makes himself perfect for you to protect and care for you. Crossfire is the one who loves you... the one who saved you from a threat or incident you don't remember. He's part you... perhaps even physically.

Now you woke up alone, the ship having malfunctioned and crashed. Crossfire was gone. Now there were new Cybertronians in the ship... along with other humans. Your home... is no longer secure.

You want your owner back.

"We aren't going to hurt you-" Bulkhead tries to reassure the mysterious human. "If anything we're saving you, right?"

You shake your head aggressively and back away. Ratchet decides it would be safer to speak outside the ship and orders the Autobots to take the three humans out. Much to your displeasure and fear.

Even when they pick you up you fight and scream. Jack and Miko look at you with concern but their respective humans tell them to look away. You've clearly gone through some sort of trauma. Prosthetics of shiny metal decorate your body, elegantly crafted by steady hands.

Despite your age you appear to act like a scared child.

Especially when you scream.

In fact, when you scream, there's the sound of large footsteps. The Autobots tense along with the humans when the footsteps stop and the sound of a blaster powering up rings out. You, on the other hand, perk up.

"Crossy!" You cry, a large smile on your face. Said Cybertronian looks at you with pity before glaring at the Autobots. Here stands the infamous Crossfire...

Murder on his mind.

"I suggest you put them down, Autobots. You're scaring the poor thing." Crossfire gives a sly grin to the bots. His appearance is both intriguing yet terrifying. He's built out of parts not of his own.

All of it spliced together and painted into a new form... with no insignia to be found to prove his allegiance.

Two optics of opposite colors, green and blue. His build painted to be red and gold. Crossfire could easily be mistaken for an Autobot without prior knowledge to his past.

Ratchet matches the surgeon's gaze with a glare.

"What have you done with this human?" The medic growls, holding your scrambling form in his palm.

"You treat me like such a villain! I saved the poor creature from near death. You act like I hurt them, I only care for them as my little companion." Crossfire coos, although there's annoyance in my tone. "It's rather rude to take what isn't yours."

A blaster is raised to the medic, Crossfire's teasing tone now met with a threatening face.

"Put my pet down."

"Pet?" Ratchet echoes, Crossfire huffing.

"You act like it's so strange. Clearly your fellow Autobots have two." Crossfire gestures to Bulkhead, Arcee, Jack, and Miko. "There's no difference to their companionship and ours."

"What's with the cybernetics?" Ratchet comments, gesturing to your mechanical parts.

"I had to save them somehow, right?" Crossfire answers, strolling closer. "My poor pet was going to die before I found them. Now they're alive and loved. We help each other and have such nice chats..."

Crossfire stops in front of the backing up medic, a growl in his tone.

"I'm not going to let some Autobots take that away from me. Give me my pet or I'll give you a much worse fate than death, alright?"

Ratchet hesitantly looks at your frightened expression. You aren't scared of Crossfire... you're scared of him. Holding back his urge to argue, Ratchet passes you to Crossfire.

With a strangely gentle tone compared to his past crimes, the mad surgeon coos towards you as you crawl onto his shoulder. You look frightened still but it's just due to meeting strangers. But that's okay... because Crossfire is back to care for you.

"Any other day I'd love to experiment on you Autobots." Crossfire grins before his expression sours again. "But I have a ship to fix, a human to care for, and I wouldn't want to tear you away from your human companions. So with a warning, I'll let you leave unharmed."

Crossfire leans his head sideways towards you, allowing for you to nuzzle into him like some sort of hamster. The Autobots look at the display in disturbed concern.

"I suggest you take the opportunity to bring your humans home. I only wish to fix my ship and maybe research a few. I promise I'm harmless." Crossfire continues.

"Harmless?" Ratchet scoffs. "You conduct experiments on Cybertronians and steal their parts!"

"And I'll do the same to you if you don't leave." Crossfire hisses with a slight chuckle. "I could use those hands of yours."

It's with this Crossfire leaves with you. The mysterious Con enters his ship with the intention of calming his distressed human and fixing his ship. At the end of it all, the Autobots and their humans feel uneasy but proceed to bridge away from the crash site.

The whole exchange will be reported and Crossfire will be monitored. However there's currently no reason to attack the infamous Con. He's dangerous... but as of now he's docile enough to just monitor.

"Couldn't we save them?" Miko asks Bulkhead when they return.

"I'm not sure...." The large Bot answers.

"No point in saving someone who doesn't wish to be saved." Ratchet answers, shocking Miko and Bulkhead.

"Ratchet-" Arcee gasps, surprised by Ratchet's response.

"It's true." Ratchet continues, fear still evident in him. "That human is happy with him... even if their connection is disturbing."

Silence washes over the Autobots as they think of how to tell their Prime the news.

Meanwhile Crossfire reassures his human that they are safe. You're checked for injuries, fed, and lightly pet as to not hurt you. Here is where you're the most content....

Crossfire is the one you love the most and he loves you too. You're companions meant for each other. He saved you, he used whatever parts he could find to fix you, even using some of himself.

No one can separate the two of you...

Not without their Energon/Blood being spilled on his table.

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