Chapter Text
Starscream couldn't count...
He couldn't count the cycles that passed by since that battle with the Decepticons and Autobots occurred on Earth. When was it? The thought made his processor vibrate and ache. It wasn't time that entertained him, though. It was the sole memory that out of everyone in that battle, it was MEGATRON who ended up killing him. He doesn't know what he did. He's pretty sure his plans were in the same tone as the ones he made against the Decepticon leader that still had him getting away scott free. But then maybe that was the last straw? Unexpected yet... not surprising.
It doesn't take a click for Starscream to be reminded again. He's dead. Primus, he's dead. His body broke into pieces when he died. It broke and scattered around like some cheap metal found in the land fills in any world that exists in the universe. He couldn't even see the way Megatron shot him. He was looking away in that battlefield when he heard a blast and a wave coming his way. As he looked back and greeted by the fire from the fusion cannon and Megatron standing with his arm stretched out in an aim. And it broke.
It's weird how you can hear your body get destroyed before even feeling it. But before the seeker could think deeper, his processors ache again. Why was his body aching anyway? He's dead. He's a ghost. These things shouldn't be-
Oh, Starscream is reminded again. That's right, he's in a body. A body of flesh and squishy frames. He's in pain because he's now human. Or at least, currently IN a human. He doesn't know how or why it happened. But this memory was something he called "safe," as recalling it didn't bring him pain. To make it short and sweet, during the aftermath of the battle, around 3 cycles later, Starscream found himself as a ghost. That ghost would wander around the land of Earth before making the mistake of being curious about how humans are formed and made that he ended up getting sucked into a newborn human sparkling when his ghost peered a little TOO CLOSE over a hospital room full of unsuspecting group of humans. He remembers screaming that day as he was pulled into an unfamiliar world.
If Shockwave was here, he'd label it as "illogical." Because it was! How did he end up like this? In the body of a human sparkling? A FEMALE HUMAN TO BE EXACT? The system of Cybertronians in their sex was very similar in a way to each other that they never had to worry about anything. But a human? Oh, it grows, it grows, and it's painful. It's horrifying, and it's disgusting. The male and females are so different, there's a whole learning system about it. How did such filthy species even grow to be so... advanced in their own way? He doesn't want to dive into that. Otherwise, he'll just get mad.
The body he's currently living in is not a human sparkling anymore, though. Or baby, as he learned. It's not, for those events happened years or cycles ago. So this body has grown a bit, currently 10, as he counts based on the units of time on Earth. This body, this girl, Starscream, is currently sitting in the room of her abode, her home. She's on her bed, which is how humans call their own berth as he learned. He lays there in that body, looking up to the ceiling, the light of the bedroom shining across the optics of the body. On the side is the study desk, and on it is a notebook with a test attached to it, left blank for hours now. He has to finish it somehow, or the teacher in school will scold this body, scold her, and scold HIM. But he can't help but feel glued to the blankets of the berth- uh... bed.
Starscream never expected it to be like this. Out of every absurd and weird outcome that would greet him for every single absurd and weird plan he makes about being the top in the Decepticon ranks, being human was NOT IN IT. He lays there with her, the body for a long time, spacing out into a universe the processors of this body made, until he was stopped by a voice he completely forgot to acknowledge.
"Can you please stop that?"