Megatron

Morning had turned to late afternoon by the time you and Megatron were done exploring the many little stalls. 

It was a fun experience for you both- you getting to see the warlord's warmer side (if you could be so bold as to call it that) and him being able to take in some human culture.

When it came to it, unlike yourself, Megatron didn't mind spending a lot of money on a lot of unuseful things- such as a toy blaster. When asking him why he bought it, he simply said something about "studying human weapons"...

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It took a while, but both of you managed to make a dent in the bag of sweet things the man bought. That neither you nor Megs were suffering a sugar-high was a miracle.

Sweet things, however, are not proper food. This meant that you were bound to crave something a little more...healthy. And just like any other human male, Megatron could eat. So when you heard his stomach rumble (much to his horror), you narrowed it down to two things: 

1) The candy is coming back to haunt him.

Or

2) He is hungry. 

Deciding not to take any chances, you lead the poor mech to the closest eating establishment with toilet facilities. 

This brought you to stand in front of K.O burger. Megatron raises an eyebrow. "We are to eat here?" "Is...that a problem?" you ask, walking backwards to the entrance. "I suppose not." He proceeds in front of you and opens the door. "Uhh, thank you, but I can open a door by myself." He smirks, "My carrier thought me better." Knowing that it is a fight you would loose, you comply.

K.O burgers was a small fast food restaurant, sure, but it seemed busy. The few waiters all seemed preoccupied with other customers, leaving you to go order at the counter where some kid was attending. 

"Welcome to K.O burgers where every pattie's a knock out. How can I help you?" the teenage boy asks you from behind the counter, seeming to have had to say that too many times before today. On closer inspection, you recognise him as one of the kids that asked you for an autograph after your last fight. 

A split second later, and the raven haired boy seems to come up to speed as well. "Miss (Y/n)-" "It's... just (Y/n)." you smile. He straightens up a little more.       "(Y-y/n), the cops said you went...missing... What are you doing here?" His eyes look around nervously, only for them to widen. You frown, "Missing? There must be a misunderstanding-" 

The teen suddenly grabs you and pulls you over the counter and behind him. Jack then coaxes you to the back door. Before you knew it, you were outside, crouched down behind a dumpster.  "What are you-" 

"Don't worry (Y/n), you're safe now." He takes out his phone and calls someone on speed dial, telling whoever was on the other side that you needed "backup".

You stare at him with the most confused expression you could muster. "Safe? Safe from who!?"

He looks at you with those big, concerned eyes. Putting away his cell, he takes a deep breath. 

"Megatron."

Starscream

After the whole "got kicked out of the cinema" ordeal, Starscream decided that it would be a good idea to go find something to eat, more for his sake than yours. Apparently the seeker was very curious about human foods.

This led to you being dragged along as he went from establishment to establishment, seeking out anything that looked good. 

At the moment, you were seated across from him as he tried some Indian food. Two bites in, however, and the man started fanning his tongue- his mouth on fire. 

"It burns!" You hand him a glass of water. "Here. Try this. It helps." He snatches the glass out of your grasp and downs it. For a second he seems to calm down...

...until the sensation resumed.

"That only worked temporarily!" You sigh, "I can ask the waiter for milk-"

"THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT!!!" 

And so the human-seeker runs off to the close-by fountain, dunking his entire head in the water. 

'Hopefully the water is sterile enough...'

"Well well well, look who I found!" You whip around to come face-to-face with the redhaired bully you despise with every fiber in your body. Vince, his friends at his sides, stood tall and daunting in front of you. They were all wearing their football clothes. They were most likely either playing a game in town soon or have done so already. 

"My friends and I got into a lot of trouble thanks to you." he seethes. "Mind telling us where you were? I'm sure the whole of Jasper would love to know." 

"It's none of your business." You spit back. 

'Big mistake." 

With Starscream preoccupied, there was no one to help you when you were grabbed and dragged off to the parking lot. Once there, the two lackeys held you in place, Vince at your front. "No one talks to me like tha and gets away unscathed. Now, you're coming with us." 

"I'm not going anywhere!" This pissed him off even more. 

'Slap!' 

A burning sensation radiates from your cheek. "What was that, NERD!?" A ball of saliva is given as answer. That's when it started: the beating. It all happened so fast. Fists and jabs connected with your abdomen and upper body. The next thing you knew you were on the floor- receiving kicks along with punches. The agony lasted at least half a minute until a voice causes everything to stop.

"Leave her alone!" All attention falls on the young boy who you remembered from school. Rafael, seeing everything, couldn't stop himself from intervening. 

"Oh look! The little nerd decided to join in too! Get him!" The twelve year old's eyes widen behind the rims of his glasses as the jocks made their way towards him. 

"Your quarrel is with me Vince! Let him go!" 

The bully squats down beside you. "Oh, don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you..." 

Soundwave

(I know I originally made your co-worker/friend "Josh", but I have gone back and made it Sam Witwicky from Bayverse. If anyone notices any problems in any previous chapters regarding the name, please let me know.) 

"Attention all visitors: We are closing in ten minutes. Please make sure you have all your belongings and start towards the main exit. Thank you for visiting the Master Centre museum."

Soundwave's head turns from the intercom to the main doors. Following his gaze, you get the memo. "I guess it's time to go, huh?" He nods. "Alright then, we should probably get home to make sure the creations didn't destroy the whole place..." 

"Affirmative. Rumble and Frenzy: Most likely already did." You chuckle, "Probably, yes." A ghost of a smile grazes the TIC's lips as he makes his way to the exit, beckoning you to follow. 

A few steps later, however, a sudden, small sniff reaches your ears. Looking towards it, you find a small boy crying. The image of a sad, scared Ratbat flashes before you. 'What if it was him?'​​​​​​ Immediately you kneel down next to the boy. "Hello, I'm (Y/N). What's your name?"

"R-Reese." he hiccups, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve. 

Soundwave, after noticing that you were no longer following, turns around to see you smiling kindly at a tiny organic sparkling whilst asking him where his "parents" were. Curious, he tunes in to listen to what the little organic was saying.

"- and then we went to see the knighwts. I-I lost m-my mommy and d-daddy there." You nod in understanding. The poor kid was scared. "Tell you what, why don't we wait at the entrance? Your mom and dad will be able to find you there." Reese bobs his head, wiping at his tears once more. "O-Owkay." 

You didn't expect it, but next thing you knew, he took your hand. With a smile you walk to the entrance. You couldn't see Soundwave anywhere, until Reese notices the silent man waving at you. "Who's that? Is he your huwsband?" You look over. "No, he's my friend." You wave back. Soundwave then points at two people standing a few feet off who were conversing with a security guard.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Reese runs off towards them, his mother and father lifting him up and engulfing him in a hug. Sounders comes to stand next to you to watch the exchange. You look up at him, "You located them and brought them here?" 

"Affirmative." 

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With a pout, you look up at the brachiosaurus one last time. Today was a wonderful day, and it was sad that it had to end. With smile and one last childish skip, you reach the bottom of the stairs. 

Bad idea.

Someone else ended below you- curses flying. "I'm so sorry!" You abruptly stand up. "Hey! What the hell was that f-" Eye contact is made with a certain friend; an awkward, fast-talking one. "Sam?"

"(Y/N)? W-w-wha? But...Oh my gosh (Y/N)! I thought you were dead! B-but you're not. Obviously you're not. And the cops! (Y/N) , the cops were looking for you!" You give him a tight hug. "It's alright Sam. I'm alright." 

"But...how did you escape?" 

"Escape? Escape what?" 

"I know you were taken by the Decepticons (Y/N)- by Soundwave.The 'Bots where trying to locate you after I told them. But how did you escape them?" 

"..."

"I didn't." 

This triggered a chain reaction. Sam spotting Soundwave standing a little ways off, him grabbing you and yelling for you to run, and a flash of yellow blocking your view of your friend before...

'BANG!!!' 

Knockout

With your hunger now satisfied and having enough clothing, Knockout and yourself decided to go out for a drive. It was a nice day out, so why not? 

As you passed the last buildings, you entered a woodland area. Tall trees grew either side of the paved road in front of you which was, for the most part, desolate. Not that you mind in the slightest- it was quite calming. 

That was until a sudden honking disturbed it. 

A shiny blue and white car (obviously altered) sped past. 

"Someone you know?" You ask Knockout, who in return shakes his head. "No. But that isn't stopping me from taking him on in a little...competition..." 

"Wait wha-" There is no time given to finish your question when the Aston Martin suddenly accelerates, jerking you backwards. 

"KNOCKOUT!!!!" 

The mech goes even faster, passing the other car at a inhuman (or normal vehicle) speed.

"Just hold on to something Doll. We're going to a race." 

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Knockout came to a stop beside five other fancy cars. As soon as the vehicle stops, you tumble out, holding your insides inside. "Never...again..." you slump down, the pizza from earlier making its comeback. A pair of arms then wraps around you and hoists you up. "Oh come on Doll, don't be so dramatic." "Dramatic!? You're one to talk!" 

The man sighs, "I'm going to go talk with the race official. Why don't you go sit down for a bit?" With a grumble you do as the medic says. 

There were people all around. Some were flirting with the racers, others standing in groups and talking. One group in particular caught your attention. You froze mid-step when your eyes made contact with the pair of your old friend's. 

"(Y/N)!"  

Sierra comes bounding your way. Mere seconds later you find yourself in a tight, bone-crushing hug.

"(Y/N), thank the heavens you're alright!"

"S-Sierra...can't...breathe..."  The teenage girl immediately lets go, then, as if she was a completely different person, glares at you. "Where were you?! We all thought you were abducted or something!"

You let out a skittish little laugh. "W-well, it's a long story-" 

"I've spoken to the official. I'm in the race." Knockout comes walking up to you, not seeming to notice Sierra, but she certainly noticed him (along with all the other teenage girls in the area). Her head wanders from the redhead to his alt-mode and back. And in an instant, she pieces it to together.

"YOU WERE WITH THE RACER!? (Y/N), why didn't you tell me!?" 

You opened your mouth to answer, but Knockout beat you to it. "The name's Konner, and (Y/N) here and I are very good friends. Isn't that right (Y/N)?"

You nod vigorously. "Yes! Yes, Konner here is a very good friend of mine." Sierra raises an eyebrow. "I thought you said he was an arrogant jerk-" "Ooookaaay, the race is about to start. You better get going Konner."   

'Konner' flashes you a smirk. "You better cheer me on, Doll." After he got into his alt, Sierra let's out a giggle.  

"Doll?" 

You sigh. "Don't start."

Breakdown

All that waiting definitely paid off. You got the best seats in the house thanks to Breakdown's keenness for the art of monster trucking. The two of you were situated right in the front row- right where all the action was.

There were many sections of competition, the first being racing. Two of the trucks would line up at a time and race around the track, destroying anything in their way. Breakdown seemed a bit bored with the racing, most likely because there wasn't much carslaughter. 

Next up was the trick event. This was most likely your favorite. It amazed you what the modified trucks could do. Every time one of the drivers would get ready, you would cheer as loudly as you could as if they would hear your words of encouragement. And as soon as they want to do a jump or flip, you would hold your breath- only releasing it when the wheels were back on the ground. Breakdown noticed this and grins each time you do it.

Thirdly was a crash course, complete with huge mounts that needed to be scaled and rows of aligned cars that needed to be overcome (or destroy).

And, true to your word, you and Breakdown were the loudest when The Dominator and Garrett Johnston ​​​​​​ entered the ring. And true to his word, after the whole rally was over, Garrett claimed the winning title once again. 

Last up, after the winner and runner-ups were announced, the crowd got rowdy, knowing what was to come. The free-for-all bashing fest was unique to this rally after all. According to your friend, it was the thing most people came to see, including himself.

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Debris and destroyed vehicle parts littered the arena and, just as it would start piling up, the next beast machine would come on to squish it into a thin, metal carpet. 

It was a beautiful sight. 

"Whooooo! Yeah!" You laugh at your avid friend who was having the time of his life by your side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we here at the arena thank you for enjoying this event with us! But sadly, all rad things come to an end, so with that we say thank you and GOODNIGHT!"

The announcer closes the whole rally off over the speakers. Both you and Breakdown "Awww" before gathering your things and heading out. 

"Hey, look at the bright side, we get to go to the big after party!" Breakdown playfully nudges your side. You smile at him in return, "I've never been to an after party before. Heck, everything about today was new.

...Thank you for this." 

At that moment you could've sworn you saw a light pink tint on his cheeks. "Hey, both of us needed some time out. And we get to meet Garrett, though I personally think that guys a bit of an air head-" 

And so you slowly wander backstage- the male next to you chattering on with no indication of stopping. 

That was, until something suddenly grabbed you by the arm, your yell muffled by the hand over your mouth. Breakdown is oblivious as he continues walking, babbling as if you were listening. 

You manage to wriggle yourself out of your captor's grasp and went to punch them when-

"Whoah! Chill dude, it's me!" 

"..."

"..."

"....Miko?"

Predaking

This was your last stop before heading back to the ship and "reporting" your experience to Shockwave. Overall, it has been a fun day!

You stood in the herpetarium of the zoo- koala teddy bear in arm. It had officially become your most special possession and you could not wait to get home so you could put it in its rightful place: your bed.

Predaking (who currently seemed a little green in the face) was beholding a gian bullfrog that was lazily puffing out its chin. Nose wrinkled and lips drawn thin, the man almost seemed awed and disgusted at the same time. "How does the amphibian do that? Why does he do it?" 

"It's a frog. Frogs puff up so their croacks are amplified." you read the info on the sign next to the exhibit.

"But why do they wish to be louder?" Predaking tapped the glass, but you were quick to take hold of his wrist and make him stop. 

"The male frogs croak to attract a possible mate. The louder they are, the bigger the chances of a female to hear him." A memory suddenly pops up. "There's this creek close to our house in the woods and usually when the first rains come, you can hear them for miles ​​​​​​." You smile when thinking back at the many noises of the night.

For a split moment, Predaking finds himself feeling almost guilty. He never stopped to think whether you perhaps missed your home- the home he took you from. "Well, perhaps we can go there on our next outing..." 

"Really? Maybe if we go, we can camp out and I can go show you the frogs." The male smiles genuinely. He certainly knew you were a great source of information, but he was starting to see you as much more than that.

After nodding in exception, the man "hmph" 's  and heads to the next animal, still musing on the bull frog facts. "Strange mating customs..." he mumbles. 

Shrugging, you follow. You are just about to start reading yet another interesting sign when Predaking yanks you towards a terrarium- his face showing strong emotion. "The humans are keeping dragons! This is an outrage!" 

Blinking twice, you look the nameplate over and then at the creatures basking inside. "Bearded dragons..." you read aloud. "Predaking, they're not actual-"

"I shall free you my brethren!"

You watch as the predacon king almost-sprints out. There's a moment of utter confusion- 

'Free his brethren...?' 

-before the dread finally sinks in...

Immediately you run after him. "Predaking! Wait! You can't-" 

"OEF!!!"

Something suddenly knocks into you, sending not you, but it to the ground. It does not take long to recognise the magenta-red tufts.

"Sari, we really have to stop meeting each other like this."