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Kitten slowly scrambled out of her bed and rubbed her optics. Another nightmare. The recent stormy weather had the adult bots up and down each night with the baby bots to assure them the big bad lightning boogie-monsters couldn’t get them in the manor. Kitten made a point to appear completely unfazed by it all and insisted she was fine and that the other two were just being big babies. Tonight was different, however. She sniffled and quietly padded out of her room, making sure no one saw her, and scurried down the hall towards the kitchen.

‘J-just need s-some water…’ she thought to herself, ‘that’ll c-c-calm my nerves.’

“What’re you doing up so late, Kitten? It’s past bedtime.”

Kitten tensed up and froze in her tracks. The unmistakeably baritone voice came from the nearby lounge. She peeked around the doorframe and saw The Spine stretched out over one of the couches with a blanket draped over his lower half. There was a silvery metallic mass on his shoulder that was purring. She assumed and hoped that was his and Junior’s kitten, Oliver. She sniffed again and stepped into the room.

The Spine smiled at her as she came into view, “Couldn’t sleep either, huh? Neither could we,” he nodded gently at the dozing kitten curled up into his neck. One of Oliver’s new favourite places to nap.

“N-no…I…” she stammered before her bottom lip began to tremble as the nightmare came rushing back to her.

He noticed the oily tears starting to form around her optics, and the smudged oil stains on her sleeves. He smiled again, more gently this time, and eased himself slightly more upright.

“C’mere,” he motioned for her to come up on the couch, “Tell yer Uncle Spine what’s wrong.”

She whimpered and scurried up to him, practically leaping onto the couch to bury her face in his t-shirt. No more pretending to be brave this time. She needed to feel safe and cared for. The oily tears she’d been holding back were steadily streaming down her face and staining Spine’s t-shirt. Not that he particularly minded. He heaved a sigh and ran a careful hand over her head.

“You can stay down here with me if you like.”

“R-r-r-really?” she sniffed.

“Of course.”

“Th-th-thank-y-you, Unca Sp-Spine.”

Kitten curled up on Spine’s chest and sighed lazily, tucking one thumb in her mouth and grasping onto his shirt with the other hand. The Spine laughed to himself softly as she drifted off and scritched under one of her rabbit-ears. He had to bite back a louder giggle once the purring started.

“Just like your mama, huh.”

He laid back into the cushions and puffed a languid cloud of steam. He certainly wasn’t going to be moving around any time soon so he may as well get comfortable. He felt his optics become heavier over time and soon drifted off into his own peaceful stasis as the rain continued to hammer on the windows of the manor.

The Spine belongs to davidmichaelbennett from officialsteampoweredgiraffe .

Kitten and Oliver are my lil babybots!

Description

Kitten slowly scrambled out of her bed and rubbed her optics. Another nightmare. The recent stormy weather had the adult bots up and down each night with the baby bots to assure them the big bad lightning boogie-monsters couldn’t get them in the manor. Kitten made a point to appear completely unfazed by it all and insisted she was fine and that the other two were just being big babies. Tonight was different, however. She sniffled and quietly padded out of her room, making sure no one saw her, and scurried down the hall towards the kitchen.

‘J-just need s-some water…’ she thought to herself, ‘that’ll c-c-calm my nerves.’

“What’re you doing up so late, Kitten? It’s past bedtime.”

Kitten tensed up and froze in her tracks. The unmistakeably baritone voice came from the nearby lounge. She peeked around the doorframe and saw The Spine stretched out over one of the couches with a blanket draped over his lower half. There was a silvery metallic mass on his shoulder that was purring. She assumed and hoped that was his and Junior’s kitten, Oliver. She sniffed again and stepped into the room.

The Spine smiled at her as she came into view, “Couldn’t sleep either, huh? Neither could we,” he nodded gently at the dozing kitten curled up into his neck. One of Oliver’s new favourite places to nap.

“N-no…I…” she stammered before her bottom lip began to tremble as the nightmare came rushing back to her.

He noticed the oily tears starting to form around her optics, and the smudged oil stains on her sleeves. He smiled again, more gently this time, and eased himself slightly more upright.

“C’mere,” he motioned for her to come up on the couch, “Tell yer Uncle Spine what’s wrong.”

She whimpered and scurried up to him, practically leaping onto the couch to bury her face in his t-shirt. No more pretending to be brave this time. She needed to feel safe and cared for. The oily tears she’d been holding back were steadily streaming down her face and staining Spine’s t-shirt. Not that he particularly minded. He heaved a sigh and ran a careful hand over her head.

“You can stay down here with me if you like.”

“R-r-r-really?” she sniffed.

“Of course.”

“Th-th-thank-y-you, Unca Sp-Spine.”

Kitten curled up on Spine’s chest and sighed lazily, tucking one thumb in her mouth and grasping onto his shirt with the other hand. The Spine laughed to himself softly as she drifted off and scritched under one of her rabbit-ears. He had to bite back a louder giggle once the purring started.

“Just like your mama, huh.”

He laid back into the cushions and puffed a languid cloud of steam. He certainly wasn’t going to be moving around any time soon so he may as well get comfortable. He felt his optics become heavier over time and soon drifted off into his own peaceful stasis as the rain continued to hammer on the windows of the manor.

The Spine belongs to davidmichaelbennett from officialsteampoweredgiraffe .

Kitten and Oliver are my lil babybots!