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Growing Up

[ CYCLES LATER… ]

(Y/Cyb/N) sat on his hidden room's cold, metallic floor, tinkering with a small gadget. His helm, lopsided as always, drooped as he tried to keep it balanced. His servos, while capable, fumbled with the small wires and circuits in front of him.

A faint hum of machinery buzzed in the background as his creators, sire, and carrier worked tirelessly in the next room. He didn’t have the natural grace of other Cybertronians. He wasn’t fast or sharp like the racers he'd seen on the holo-vids, nor was he strong like the bots who labored in the factories. But he was something else—something even more powerful than he could yet understand.

“You’re doing fine,” his sire’s voice echoed from the doorway. The tall, lean Cybertronian approached, optics glowing warmly. “You just need to concentrate. You have your abilities, and they’ll come to you in time.”

(Y/Cyb/N) grumbled, pressing his servos harder into the gadget, causing it to spark. “I’m trying,” he muttered aloud, as always. "[𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃]." He reflexively spoke his emotion once more.

He had to say it.

He couldn't just feel it. It just comes up to him later...

"I don’t understand why I’m like this… clumsy… [𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋].” He added, clenching his servos, mindful of not to destroy the gadget. "And my helm won’t stay straight…”

His sire kneeled beside him, pulling the gadget away before it could spark again. “You're more special than you know. What you have is beyond any Cybertronian's normal understanding. We gave you something powerful that will help you someday.”

His carrier’s voice chimed in from the other side of the room. “But you must be careful,” she warned. “We can’t let the others know what you are—what we are.”

"[𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.]" (Y/Cyb/N) finally released the irritated tension he was keeping inside him. "[𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍]. Of course, Carrier, I am highly aware of what we are." He looked at his servos, slightly burnt from the struggle of getting his creators' infernal gadget to work for him.

"[𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇]." (Y/Cyb/N)squeezes his servos before letting them slack, his helm also going lopsided once more. "[𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓]. I wish I were not defected or born like this. Although I appreciate my dementia fixed, I can't get over my lopsided helm. [GRAB]." He stated his action, grasping his lopsided helm and trying to put it back in place.

His sire gently placed a servo on his shoulder, his optics soft with understanding. "Your helm isn’t a defect," he said quietly. "It’s a reminder of the uniqueness you carry—of the Algorithms within you. There is nothing 'wrong' with you. It just takes time for the pieces to align. You'll grow into it."

(Y/Cyb/N) sighed again, his optics dimming slightly. "[𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄]." He stared at the gadget before him, twisting the wires between his fingers. "I know I’m different," he muttered. "[𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓]. But I wish I understood why the Algorithms chose me…"

His carrier approached, standing next to his sire. Her optics softened as she looked down at him. “The Algorithms—while powerful—don't come with a manual.” She knelt beside him, placing a careful servo on his helm, tilting it upright for him. "But you're not alone in this, sweetspark. We’re here to guide you through it.”

(Y/Cyb/N) nodded slightly, though his helm soon drooped again, stubbornly refusing to stay in place. “[𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒],” he muttered, unsure whether to be grateful or frustrated by their words. "I just don't want to mess it all up."

“You won’t,” his sire reassured him. "You're still learning. Just keep practicing, and those Algorithms will respond when you need them the most."

The young Cybertronian looked down at the gadget once more, feeling a spark of determination rise within him. "[𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐃]." He whispered aloud as his servos went to work again, more carefully this time. “Maybe I just need more time.”

His carrier smiled warmly. "That’s the spirit. We believe in you." Suddenly, her optics lit up, realizing she had forgotten something. "Oh! Almost forgot!" She left the room to grab something from her workshop.

"[SURPRISED AND CONFUSED]." (Y/Cyb/N) blinked, glancing between the door and (Y/S/N). "Sire? What is Carrier getting?"

(Y/Cyb/N)'s sire smirked. "You'll see." He covered his youngling's optics as (Y/C/N) entered the room, hiding something behind her back. There were a few shuffling movements before (Y/Cyb/N)’s carrier gave (Y/Cyb/N)’s sire the signal.

“Alrighty, kiddo,” his sire said. “You can open your optics… now!”

Upon removal, (Y/Cyb/N) blinked his optics, adjusting to the light before he looked down at the gift.

The metallic shawl was an exquisite piece of craftsmanship. It was made from a flexible fabric that moved like silk yet held the strength of iron. At first glance, the shawl appears to be a delicate metallic lace, shimmering in the light with a metallic sheen.

"[CONFUSED HEAD TILT]." (Y/Cyb/N) spoke and blinked at his reflexive speaking of action, grabbing the shawl. His helm went lopsided once more when holding the metallic fabric. "What’s this?”

“It’s a shawl. Go,” his carrier ushered. “Wear it.”

Obeying the command, (Y/Cyb/N) unfolded the metallic fabric and placed it on himself. Despite its seemingly flimsy appearance, the metallic weave is incredibly flexible, allowing the shawl to easily conform to the wearer's movements. However, the true marvel of the shawl lies in its magnetic properties.

(Y/Cyb/N) let out a monotonous yelp but reflexively added, “[SURPRISED YELP].” when his helm was lifted up.

Tiny yet powerful magnets Embedded within the fabric gently lift and support the wearer's head. The magnetic force helped keep the helm upright.

(Y/Cyb/N) blinked, stunned by the sudden shift in weight distribution. For the first time in a long while, his helm stayed upright without effort. “[𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄],” he muttered, running his servos along the edge of the metallic shawl. The fabric was cool and smooth under his touch, almost soothing in its presence.

His carrier smiled proudly, watching as her creation worked precisely as intended. “It’s not permanent,” she said softly, her optics gleaming affectionately. “But it should help ease some of the strain. Give you some comfort while you’re working through your Algorithms.”

(Y/Cyb/N) stared at his reflection in a nearby screen, seeing his helm finally balanced. “[𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄],” he whispered. A strange warmth filled his chest compartment—gratitude and relief. Despite being unable to express his feelings, he can still sympathize and empathize. “Thank you, Carrier… Sire. [𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋].”

His sire gave a quiet chuckle. “You’ve got a great team behind you, kiddo. You’re never alone in this.”

(Y/Cyb/N) stood up, the shawl moving seamlessly with him, adjusting to his posture without restricting movement. For the first time in what felt like cycles, he felt… stable.

“[𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋],” he spoke softly. “Maybe now… I can focus better. On everything. My helm… and the Algorithms.”

His carrier placed a servo gently on his shoulder. “You’re more capable than you realize. One day, you'll unlock the true potential of those Algorithms.”

His optics brightened slightly, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “[𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃]. I’ll make you both proud. I won’t let my defects hold me back.”

His sire nodded, a proud smile forming. "You're already doing that, little one."

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[ SEVERAL DECA-CYLES LATER… ]

In the hidden workshop where his family had long resided, (Y/Cyb/N) was training his abilities. He was sitting on a metallic chair, listening to his sire and taking notes. His carrier was at work, grabbing supplies and tools she needed for her next gadget.

"Alright, as your sire, I must teach you how to use the Algorithms." His sire paced around the younger trans-masculine Cybertronian, looking at him with big, innocent optics. "Now, you might be overwhelmed initially since you must master ten current Algorithms. But—we will learn how to use the Algorithms we have."

He raised a servo, which glowed faintly before an orange emblem appeared.

*PING!*

“This orange Algorithm is called the Quadirectional Keeper." He gestured to the telekinetic spell he held. "This will grant you the ability to move objects at your will. You summon another emblem, which should look like the primary center of the Algorithm."

"[ACKNOWLEDGED]." (Y/Cyb/N) hummed softly, expressing his interest through words.

(Y/Cyb/N) studied his sire's demonstration intently, watching as the glowing emblem manifested in his hand. The soft hum of power echoed in the hidden workshop, mixing with the steady clink and clatter of tools from his carrier’s workstation.

"[𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆]." He spoke reflexively, although his helm stayed upright, thanks to the shawl. He raised his own servo and concentrated, trying to mimic the glow and summon the Algorithm. It wasn’t the first time he’d attempted it, but the results had been inconsistent—sometimes, he couldn’t even get a flicker.

He closed his optics, trying to focus on the words his sire had taught him: Quadirectional Keeper, telekinetic control over objects, call forth the emblem. His processor buzzed with effort.

Suddenly, a soft orange glow flickered in his palm, faint but visible. (Y/Cyb/N)’s optics snapped open, and his optics widened slightly. "[𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃]." His reflexive voice sounded again.

His sire’s optics brightened with pride. "That's it! Good job, little one. Now, focus on maintaining the glow. Don’t let it flicker out.”

(Y/Cyb/N) clenched his servos, doing his best to keep the energy steady. The emblem in his palm began to solidify, taking the shape of a four-directional compass. The orange lines were faint, like a ghostly blueprint, but they held steady.

"You’ve got it!" His sire encouraged, placing a few small tools in front of him on the workbench. "Now, let's see if you can move these."

(Y/Cyb/N)’s optics narrowed in concentration. He extended his servo toward the tools and, with great effort, willed them to move. For a moment, nothing happened, but then—a small wrench quivered. Slowly, it lifted off the table, hovering unsteadily in the air.

“[𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒],” (Y/Cyb/N) whispered. He couldn't believe it. He was doing it—actually controlling the Algorithm.

His carrier glanced over from her workbench, her optics gleaming with pride. “Look at that! You’re already making progress.”

But then, as (Y/Cyb/N) tried to move the wrench closer, his concentration wavered.

*Whizz…*

*Clatter!*

The glow in his servo flickered, and the wrench clattered back onto the table.

"[𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍]," he muttered, slumping slightly. "It’s still not right…"

His sire placed a reassuring servo on his shoulder. “You’re doing great for your first real attempt. These things take time, but you’re getting there. Focus on small steps.”

His carrier smiled warmly. “And remember, you’re not alone in this. We’ll be here every step of the way, guiding you.”

(Y/Cyb/N) looked between his sire and carrier, feeling a flicker of hope reignite in his spark. "[𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃]," he repeated. "I’ll keep trying. I want to master this, for both of you. I want to make you proud."

His sire gave him a soft smile, optics gleaming. "You already do, kiddo."

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