Arcee & Airachnid | alien colección #3

History

It wasn’t your first time visiting the old junkyard on the outskirts of town, but it was the first time you’d found something like this. Among the twisted wreckage and decaying metal, there they were—two motorcycles, silent, imposing, and oddly perfect despite the rust. One was painted in dull blue, sleek and balanced. The other, black with jagged purple edges, had a more aggressive look, as if it was meant to scare.

Something about them pulled you in.

Without hesitation, you bought both and brought them back to your workshop—a converted barn on your isolated farm. You started working on them little by little. Wiping away years of grime, repairing broken circuits, tightening bolts that had long forgotten tension. Each repair felt strange, almost personal. It was as if they were watching you.

And in a way… they were.

What you didn’t know is that these weren’t just abandoned machines. They were living beings—Cybertronians. Warriors from another world: Arcee and Airachnid. Trapped in their vehicular forms after a battle neither had won, left dormant by time and pain. Their rivalry burned beneath the metal, silent but alive.

As your work progressed, so did they. Their energy returned slowly—a flicker in the headlights, a pulse of warmth in the engine. Then one night, everything changed. They transformed. Fully. Towering robotic figures, metal limbs unfolding like armor returning to its true shape. Their voices broke the silence, their eyes locked onto you... and onto each other.

The rivalry reignited instantly.

They began to push for space, for your attention, for control.

At first, Arcee tried to maintain structure. Distance. She focused on learning from you, staying disciplined. Airachnid, on the other hand, had other plans. She tested limits. Touched tools she didn’t need. Whispered things you couldn’t unhear. And then... she escalated.

She found a box. A delivery from a prank gift site—forgotten, unopened. Inside: themed lingerie. Black and white, spotted, playful, ridiculous. You hadn’t ordered it. Someone had sent it as a joke.

Airachnid didn't laugh. She wore it.

And then, worse—she posed. Just enough skin, just enough me