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Ultra Magnus did, not expect to be in this predicament.

And what is the predicament he ended up being in?

Watching over the Primes youngling for bonding purposes...

Because apparently, Optimus wants everyone to have some sort of connection with (Y/n)- not that Ultra Magnus was complaining. It was just that he had things he needed to do.

A small tap from his ped alerted him. Tearing his gaze away from the green screen, he looked down- raising an optic brow.

"I'm bored. What can I do?" (Y/n) had asked as she looked Ultra Magnus in the eye.

"I'm busy. I would suggest you find your own means of entertainment,"

(Y/n) pouted but then put on a stern face.

"No,"

Ultra Magnus then turned his body towards her with furrowed optic ridges.

"Your supposed to watch over me until my dad comes back. That means you need to take care of me,"

"He simply ordered me to watch over you- not be your entertainment," Ultra Magnus retorted.

"Then I guess I'll have to tell him what a good job you're doing watching over me-"

"Which he will be pleased about-"

"-as I climb on the beams and vents way up in the ceiling. Besides you weren't ordered to keep me safe- you were ordered to watch over me- to simply have your optics on me," (Y/n) replied smugly with a smirk as she then spun around and started to walk away. "Well, I'm off to do the said things! I'll see ya later!"

It wasn't a moment later when (Y/n) was swept off her feet and ended up in a servo.

Ultra Magnus sighed.

"What is it..that you want to do,"

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All in all, they both didn't know what to do- so Ultra Magnus simply let (Y/n) watch him on the crook between his neck and (very high) shoulder as he sorted out and updated all the information that was in the Autobot system. It was quiet for a while before the voice of (Y/n) quietly broke it.

"Hey Magnus?"

"It's Ultra Magnus, sir," Ultra Magnus corrected quietly.

(Y/n) merely rolled her eyes before opening her mouth.

"Can you uh..."

She then hesitated.

Ultra Magnus paused his work and shifted his optics to (Y/n)- waiting for her to continue.

"Um..I-I know this may be a sensitive topic to you but um..can you, tell me about Cybertron?"

Ultra Magnus then silently lowered his optics.

"I-I'm sorry for bringing that up! You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to!" Panicked (Y/n)- thinking she may have brought up bad memories.

"No it is alright," Ultra Magnus comforted. "You are merely curious is all,"

"So you'll tell me about Cybertron?!" (Y/n) had excitingly asked.

"Yes, I'll tell you about Cybertron,"

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The conversation lasted about an hour. And none of them complained about it. Ultra Magnus would explain cybertronian traditions and many other things- such as where a sparkling care from as there was nothing graphic about it like (Y/n) had thought.

"We cybertronians do not reproduce the same way as you humans do. A sparkling comes from the Well of Allsparks- not female cybertronians- as it is physically impossible because of the radiation coming from Cybertrons core,"

To say the least, (Y/n) was confused and asked for specifics- which Ultra Magnus had no problem explaining. There was then one point in the conversation that caught him a bit off guard.

"You know, I wish I was born a cybertronian," Muttered (Y/n).

"And why is that?"

"Because it must have been nice to be a sparkling. You would have been taken care of well and treated nicely- no matter by who," (Y/n) explained. "And then here on Earth..."

"While your life may have been different if you were born a cybertronian, you would have had to go through the same misery that every single cybertronian went through during the war," Ultra Magnus stated. "In fact, as sad and sparkbreaking as it may be, sparklings were killed off by Decepticons in fear of a sparkling growing up to be a powerful soldier in combat- or simply just a soldier,"

(Y/n) was silent- seeing that Magnus wasn't done.

"Which is why," Ultra Magnus then paused before continuing- looking (Y/n) straight in the eye. "I am, pleased that you are born as a human. You don't have to go through what millions of sparklings had to go through,"

It was then that the sound of vehicles approaching in he tunnel was heard and there, appeared the missing members of Team Prime.

"Hey Magnus, we should talk like that again sometime," (Y/n) commented. "It was fun talking to you. Welp, see ya!"

And with that she jumped from his frame and into the air toward Optimus who caught her.

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Blooper 1

"I'm bored. What can I do?" (Y/n) had asked as she looked Ultra Magnus in the eye.

"I'm busy-"

"That's my line!" Came a suddenly shout from down the corridors.

"Ratchet?" (Y/n) murmured.

"I said that line in my chapter! You can't say it too!" Ratchet shouted. (Referring to Chapter ⚜️: Ratchet)

Ultra Magnus glanced down at (Y/n) before looking back up and down the corridors.

"I don't know any other line to say!" He shouted back hesitantly.

"Maybe this will help!" Ratchet shouted back as a large grunt was then heard from him- along with the sound of something whirling.

Ultra Magnus and (Y/n) silently stared down the corridor as the whirling sound came closer.

Only a moment later, was the source of the whirling revealed as it headed towards them.

"How the frag does a wrench go around a corner while it's still in the air?!" ((Y/n))

"This goes against all logic!" (Ultra Magnus)

"It is illogical for you to use the word 'logic' as it belongs to me," (Shockwave)

"When did you get here?!" ((Y/n))

Blooper 2

"Hey Magnus, we should talk like that again sometime," (Y/n) commented. "It was fun talking to you. Welp, see ya!"

And with that she jumped from his frame and into the air toward Optimus who caught her.

"Primus (Y/n) don't you dare do that again my spark almost stopped functioning," Optimus scolded (Y/n) who sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.

Blooper 3

Author: *Continuously looks between phone, summer reading book due in a few days (which has barley been read) and some papers that needs to be answered and filled, and email about applying for an orchestra*

Author: Life is hard...