. . .  December 25th . . .

. . . 6:38 AM. . .

My optics opened to see various new presents along the ones  created by me and the vehicons. I smiled. 

It is CHRISTMASSSS!

"CHRISSTMAASSS!!!" I shouted.

I hopped up onto my legs and nearly fell back over waving my arms to regain my balance. Boy,wait--. . . . why am  I taller? It occurred to me that I was not a human but in fact a cybertronian. It occurred to me that I am never, if ever, going back into my universe. I saw a cybertronian letter on the Christmas tree which was actually a datapad. I grabbed it.

I recognized the writing as Soundwave.

Soundwave had distinctive writing that is so ninja-like.

I swear Soundwave is the Prowl of this universe because of his 'ninja skills'.

Wait, am I having a blonde moment because it has definetly occurred to me--yep, blonde moment.

And I ain't even blonde.

"Lockdown is dead. The  End." I read.

I frowned.

"Terrible story teller," I said. "There needs to be a beginning, a middle, and then the end. Like a sandwich."

It then occurred to me that is what the teachers meant when sandwiching a essay on paper. They were, in fact, being literal. Since my hand writing was so messy I tried to summerize my essays or just write the entire essay up on computer. I  take things literal if you are still being late on that. So when you are going to ask me to think out of the box on a essay and I write  a story instead of that, you have a huge problem on your hands. Starscream learned that the hard way when he told me to think out of the box when writing a essay on the fandom in my world.

So naturally I wrote a story about it.

Starscream  crushed the datapad glaring at me.

I gulped down the tremendous upset emotions  I felt toward him,  I kept back the negative, and I looked on the positive that I did something very wrong. Apparently the question, "Did your optic get stolen and replaced by a vehicon?"came out of my mouth instead of "What did I do wrong?" trembling in those dearly hated emotions. I am only human. I make mistakes. I cry,in private,because I don't want the Decepticons to see that I am weak. If I can brighten a vehicon's day then I can go on being annoying little old me. The frown that appeared on Starscream's face was unpleasent followed by the attempt to shoot me.

Starscream shot his optic out instead.

And with that scenario done, I went into  very private corner of the Nemesis and cried. The walls are so sturdy you can't hear voices. It must have been the engines, don't know, but it prevented me from being heard. I cried and cried.  It took me two hole slagging days to get it done! I DID EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID. IT'S NOT FAIR. NOT FAIR, I SAY! Let's say the Decepticons didn't hear from me for hours on end. Twenty-four hours to be exact. In fact they might have forgotten about me if I hadn't popped up all relaxed and calm but mostly devious during their breakfast.

Starscream got a new optic in place.

And he gave me the same request.

Let's say I rewrote the story five times  (And didn't emotional the other five times) until I threw it down the sixth time and demanded for him to tell me  IN WHAT FORMAT HE WANTED IT IN!

Script.

Third person.

1st person.

Story.

And a story as-see-through-the-eyes of Shockwave where he did not refer to himself or acknowledge he was there. Completely emotionless. Stalking each human. Killing them. On by one. I made it a horror fandom story. One of my best strong suits when I was a child. I was a killaholic (One who repeatedly kill my original characters off) due to watching the Scifi channeling so often. 

It came across that Starscream wanted it in essay format.

I like to think of myself as a human with Aspergers distant from negative emotion.

Much like a Vulcan is with emotions.

"Squidface is so going to get a lesson from the seasoned deer," I said. I pictured a buck at the mention of the seasoned deer. It made me smile.

For so long . . . I have refused to experience negative emotions and negative emotions feel . . . so alien to me.

Now off my case with negative emotions.

I tossed the datapad over my shoulder.

"ERADIICOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONS!" I shouted.

I scrambled down the hallway slipping and falling.

"CHRISTMASSSSS!!!!" I flailed my arms. "WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" I ran into the unsleep deprivation chamber after forcing the doors open and started to sing. "It is Christmas time for the very first time on the NEMESIS!" I was bubbly and excited, I smacked on the light switch to which most of the cybertronian sthere tipped their berths over yawning. "Cyber Clause has come to toooowwwn!" I made a musical sound effect by echoing 'oh, oh,oh'.  I unclipped their binds sliding about the room with--wait! SINCE WHEN DID I HAVE ROLLER SKATES? "OoOOH, ROLLER SKATES!"

I whipped around and felt my foot hit someone at the faceplate.

"OW!"

"Sorry!"

"YOU BROKE MY NOSE!"

"You don't have a nose!"

"UHh, you broke my optic!"

"Sorry, didn't hear the sound of glass breaking, your logic is invalid."

I skated out of the room swaying from side to side.

I noticed underneath the floor is covered in ice.

WHERE DID THE ICE COME FROM?

"This illogical but very Christmas-sy!" I sang, twirling around making a complete 'o'  then left a rink of screech in my path. I zipped forward feeling like a speedster. I must be going fast as the pathways are being a blur to me. "Christmas time is here! And it is not even the usual schedule where I watch my Doctor Who on Christmas Day!" I skated into the quarters of the vehicons who were napping on top of another. "HEY VEHICONS, YOU GOT SOME PRESENTS! WAKY-WAKY-WAKY!"

Not one budged.

I sighed.

I pressed into my throat.

"Vehicons, celebrate Christmas!" I demanded. "That is a order!"

I did this in a very Megatrony classic deep voiced villain tone.

"Yes, Lord Megatron!" The vehicons bounced right up.

They  deserted the room leaving me spinning.

Getting the other Vehicons to wake up was easy from there on with the same command. The vehicons were having fun,really, celebrating Christmas with their own newly given 'toys' which were weapons, guns, lassos, make up (Don't ask), and new armor. Shockwave came out of his lab with lowered shoulders and a normal attitude.

"Megatron is coming." Shockwave said.

"Cool!" I said.

"You do not want to be around him." Shockwave said.

I was puzzled.

"Why?" I asked.

"He is in a grouchy mood." Shockwave said.

I frowned, finding that hard to believe.

"Megatron, grouchy?" I said. "You know as good as I that Megatron being grouchy  is illogical. He is rarely ever grouchy."

"I warned you." Shockwave said, then he went past me.

I shrugged.

"Communications to Megatron." I said, with a silly smile on my faceplate and one digit on the side of my helmet.

And then the mood darkened for me.

I was overhearing a discussion.

"What do you think we're gonna do with the human, master?" Starscream asked.

"Starscream, call me your master and I am sending you to sanitation." Megatron said.

"My liege." Starscream said.

"I am ditching the Cyber-organic here," Megatron said. "She is very . . . annoying, useless, vulnerable, filthy--have you not noticed how her presence here has been distracting the vehicons? This should end starting today. I will make sure of that. Her presence on this ship is hampering the  Vehicons from doing what they do best. She has to learn that being around us does not mean she is safe. I prefer if she dies on that planet. Does she not know no one cares about her?"

"I believe she does not." Starscream said.

Shockwave had stopped, looking over toward my direction.

"This 'Amy' will die very, very painfully and very alone."

"En---end--end communications." I said. 

So many negative emotions.

The wall I put up came crashing down. The sharpest and most painful insult, degrading, and words of hate. For years I had thought that because of my insistence on sticking around people earned me friends, making a name for myself on the internet and in real life, and keeping myself together for all these years came crashing down. It reminded me how alone I was in this damn universe. Imagine having your heart yanked out by some-one you admired. They didn't even know. They were intending for me to die.

I was trembling.

"Goodbye, Mr Spock." I said.

I tore off the skates then slide toward the direction of Soundwave's room.

I had one place in mind.

Velocitron.

I can't. . . I can't take this anymore.

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. . .One hour later. . .

"Why are the Vehicons . . ." Starscream was stunned to say for the least watching them target practice.

"And a happy new stellar cycle!" Three of them were singing a Christmas song on Energonnog,drunk, apparently, by the looks of it. "We wish you a marry Christmas, we wish you a marry Christmas, and a happy new stellar cycle!"

Megatron's optics were small.

"All of them," Knock Out said. "Drunk."

Megatron was radiating anger.

"AAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Megatron boomed.

But there was no Amy to shout for.

Amy was absent.

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. . .One solar cycle later. . .

Knock Out woke up from his recharge. He had a entire new set of armor that was gray hanging up in his closet. The tag had read 'From Cyber Clause'. Starscream had shot at all his own presents including one that splattered out blood all over the place. The initial shock was over whelming to say for the least but it turned out the other gifts were seeker parts (That somehow did not damaged due to the laser shots) uncovered by the sheer power of his lasers. Knock Out quickly came to the assumption that the box was too small to contain a human like Amy.

The remains, of the organ that splattered, turned out to be a heart.

A human heart.

The Decepticons were confused.

What happened and why was there  a human heart left at the tree?

They all assumed it was Amy's.

Shockwave and Soundwave, for once, did not voice in their theories.

Knock Out had a warm cup of energon then sat down into his chair with a relaxed sigh.

Silence.

Nothing.

"Good morning, Starscream," Knock Out said. "Still trying to figure out why the heart was left for you?"

Starscream came out of the shadows.

"I found chicken scratch." Starscream said, coming to the table.

"What did it say?" Knock Out asked.

Starscream sat down holding  a cup of hot energon.

"You finally did it, you killed me." Starscream said.

Knock Out sipped his hot energon.

"Where would her body be?" Knock Out asked.

"Not on treefreon." Starscream noted.

"I wonder she was able to do that and not leave blood behind of her impending death." Knock Out said.

There was a pause between the two.

"Do you notice how silent it is?" Starscream asked.

"Yes." Knock Out asked.

"Last time it was this silent. . . I had crushed her essay . . . It was silent before she came." Starscream said.

"It has always been that way, Starscream," Knock Out said. "I don't know how she did it. . . But she did it. I know she did it because her name is on the hood. On the front side with those rail parts spelling 'Amy'. All I have to do is figure out why it is there and get it off."

"We both know that is impossible."  Starscream said.

"Watch it." Knock Out said.

In came the war lord who seemed to be puzzled.

"Who used a space bridge to leave this ship twenty-four megacycles ago?" Megatron asked.

"We didn't,my liege."  Knock Out said.

"Someone did," Megatron said. "I found a Space Bridge log."

Starscream looked at the war lord in concern.

"My liege?" Starscream asked. "Have you been up all solar cycle?"

 Megatron's optics briefly powered down.

"No." Megatron lied. 

"Can you feel the emptiness in the air?" Knock Out asked. "I never noticed how . . . empty the Nemesis was."

"Until now." Starscream added with his elbows on the table visibly scarred from that blood splattering experience.

"No," Megatron lied. "I do not."

"Perhaps Soundwave knows," Knock Out said. "He was aboard this ship for the past cyber-week."

"I will do that, when he is awake." Megatron said.

There was no presents what-so-ever-for Amy. Megatron left the two silent cybertronians. Knock Out expected Amy to jump out of no where pointing out how easily they forgot of her (Which was not the case) and how 'glad' they were that she wasn't there like she did last time. She would have made it sound like no one cared. That she would best be off in her universe instead of annoying the Decepticons to hell. Starscream expected her to randomly come out calling him that ridiculous name 'Miss Hannigan' because of his body model, which those statements did him embrace his model and be furious at her.

In the unsleep deprivation room, the eradicons noticed how silent it was.

How very unsettling the silence was.  Usually they would hear her sing softly to herself, laugh randomly out loud, and curl up into a ball despite the restraints in order to force herself asleep.  Even talk to herself when trying to sleep like she were making notes to herself. How she complained when she got up how she didn't get her beauty rest the way she wanted. How she would request someone to get these restraints off.

For the next following week: silence was carried.

It was the longest silence on the nemesis.

The Amy Support Club was disbanded shortly there after.

And a new club took its place. 

The silence depression support club made by the Eradicons.

How funny that no one noticed a trashcan with human skin and attire.

Only Shockwave and Soundwave knew her secret.