Megatron

"Jack, is it? Listen, I am not in danger. I've never been in danger." 

The raven haired boy gapes at you. "Do you even know who Megatron is? What he does? (Y/N), he's the leader of the most dangerous villains in the universe!" 

This had you thinking. Sure, you knew he did some bad things. You knew that he was sometimes aggressive. You know he is dangerous, but he was not the monster Jack and whoever else thought he was.

'It couldn't be, could it?'

"You don't know him." You state, standing to your full hight. "How could you? In fact, how do you even know of him?" Jack sighs, "Listen (Y/N), whatever the "King of the Cons" told you, it's a lie. Just...come with me. I have some friends that will explain everything." He offers you his hand.

For a moment you think your options over. Was Megatron really bad? He's probably worrying about you right now. But why didn't he stop Jack then? He could've easily done it...

'But he didn't...'

"..."

Reluctantly, you reach out and take the teen's hand.

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You could've sworn you heard fighting from where you came. You fought in the ring for years, the sound was unmistakable- people grunting, fist hitting flesh, the occasional growl and destruction of items. 

"Don't worry (Y/N), Optimus will handle Megs. There's no need to worry."

'Optimus... But wasn't he-'

A gasp leaves your lips once you round the corner. There, parked before you, was a red and blue semi-truck- the enemy's insignia adorning its hood. You take a step back, only to bump into something. 

Whirling around, you come face-to-face with a tall man with the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. His dark black hair had a blue sheen to it and was messy. A few fresh bruises were evident on his face. 

This guy was definitely in a fight no less than a few minutes ago...

"(Y/N), meet Optimus Prime."

Starscream

"Let him go!" 

You watch in horror as Vince's lackeys go to grab Rafael. The poor twelve-year-old slowly backs away, getting ready to run for help. This, however, is futile. The jocks could very easily catch him. 

You struggle against Vince's grip, but your injured limbs keep you from braking free and helping Rafael. 

"That's enough!" All heads turn to a middle-aged man approaching you. He wore a orange pullover over a white buttoned shirt, accompanied by a pair of long cream pants. His hair was white, hints of its original orange colour peeking through. And his eyes- his bright turquoise orbs were slit by his glower.

"You younglings better stop what you're doing and leave."  His hands clench into fists. "Before I make you..." Vince snorts. "Just stay out of this old man. We don't want to hurt you-" Vince points at you, "-just them." The group all laugh at their "leader's" haughty words.

"Don't say I didn't warn you..." The lackeys' laughter abruptly ends when they are suddenly hit over the head with a hard object. With the others distracted, you slowly and agonizingly get up and limp to Rafael. 

"Raf, you alright?" The brunette nods once, his eyes glued to the "fight" before him. By fight, I mean the biggest bullies in school getting their afts handed to them by a man throwing wrenches which are being pulled from thin air.

When the beating was over and the tormentors were running away, large bumps on their heads, the man turns his attention to your form leaning on Rafael for support. "Are you two alright?" Rafael looks at you. "I'm fine Ratchet, but I think (Y/N) has been injured really badly..." Ratchet frowns and points at your shirt, "May I? I'm a doctor." You shake your head, a little shaken from the experience. Kneeling down in front of you, the medic gently lifts the lower part of your shirt, revealing a very large purple-red bruises covering half your abdomen. 

"Oh, Starscream is going to freak out..." 

Both males' eyes snap towards you. "Starscream!?" 

Soundwave

It all happened in the blink of an eye, but to you it felt like eternity. 

The blast flying past you, straight at the human-mech.

You wanting to yell, but your voice giving out. 

The explosion.

Then...nothing. There was nothing left of him. 

Soundwave was gone.

Your body goes limp, resulting in Sam having to literally drag you to "safety". He was worried about you, him constantly telling you to look away, but how could you? Your eyes could not move away from the charred spot on the road where your friend was standing mere moments ago.

"You killed him." Sam sets you down once the two of you enter the lobby of a close-by building. "What?" You look him in the eyes, them being wide with fear. "You...you killed him. You killed..." A single tear slides down your cheek. 

Sam is confused for a moment, not at all expecting you to have this reaction. In fact, he thought you would be relieved at being safe and out of the Cons' custody. 

Then it dawns on him...

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up. (Y/N), don't tell me you actually cared about him. He's a Con! One of the most dangerous!" "HE WAS MY FRIEND!"  Sam flinches back at your hostility. Were you really so gullible to have fallen for the Decepticons' lies? 

"(Y/N), everything you think is a lie. Soundwave was not your friend. He was using you." 

This left you in silence. 

Sam exhales. "It's alright. Come on, I have a friend I'd like you to meet." Gently, he takes hold of your shoulder. You avert your gaze, but give a firm nod. Slowly he leads you outside, leaving you to try and not stare at the blast singe.

"Here he is." You look to where Sam was gesturing.

There, parked before you, was a yellow Camaro. His Camaro. "Isn't that your car, Sam?" Said friend scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "Yeah. (Y/N), meet Bumblebee." 

'Bumblebee' beeps a few times in greeting before the radio switches on by itself. "::Hey there...Pretty lady...::"

"Uhhh...Hi?" The door then opens for you. "He wants you to get in." You glance at Sam standing behind you. "Why?" The brown haired adolescent smiles. "To introduce you to the rest of my friends."

Knockout

The race started out like any other. The racers were lined up and were already revving their engines impatiently. Sierra, after volunteering, was standing ready as flag girl. You thanked your lucky stars that you were not chosen, because heaven knows that Knockout would intentionally skim past you just to get under your skin...

With everyone ready, the race commenced with the downward swing of your friend's arms.

Knockout, cocky as ever, revs his engine as loudly as possible and takes off- easily taking the lead. "WOOOHHOOO! YEAH!"

You sigh as Sierra cheers 'Konnor' on. 'That arrogance of his is going to get him into trouble...' 

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And so it did. Three minutes into the race and apparently he pissed off one of the other racers who then almost bumped his rear. Knockout, not wanting any dents, swerved out of the way and by doing so,  the race. 

It also meant that you and Sierra were left with the task of trying to keep him from murdering any poor soul. So every time he raged on about revenge, you had to remind him that it wasn't right...and somewhat illegal. 

None of you noticed the two-wheeler watching from a little ways off. Arcee had kept her distance, studying all Knockout's actions. What disturbed her was how he was interacting with the girl Jack had a crush on. Her optics then lands on the other human female. Immediately she recognises her as (Y/N), the girl who the kids told the Autobots about.

Apparently word at school was that she was interacting with some circuit racer driving a red Aston Martin. This put the Autobots on edge for obvious reasons. Who knows what the Con had planned for the human.

A holoform fizzes to life- the woman wearing blue and pink biker's attire. Slowly Arcee inches forward. 'She had to intercept and extract.'  

Accelerating, she hurtles forward. In a flash her outstretched arm grasps around your waist, lifting you onto her alt-mode.

"Wait! What the heck?! Who are you?!" The biker turns their helmet to you. "Don't worry, I'm a friend. You're safe." 

Meanwhile, Knockout and Sierra stood frozen in place, their eyes wide. "What just happened...?" Both your friends watch the motorcycle disappear in the distance. Knockout snaps out of his state, his gaze hardening. 

"Those Autobots made a big mistake by taking (Y/N) from me..." 

Breakdown

"...Miko?"

"Shhhhhh! Yes, now come on! Before mister hammer for brains comes back!" The Japanese girl ushers you to the opposite alleyway entrance. 

"Miko, what are you doing here?" Once reaching the parking lot, she crouches down behind a vehicle, you subconsciously following her lead. "Well, right now I'm saving you from the Cons. Me and Bulk were watching the rally when I noticed you." 

"Miko, you don't have to save me from anyone. Breakdown is my friend." She ogles you as if you just grew another head. "(Y/N)... did they brainwash you or something!?" 

"What?! No! Breakdown would never hurt me!" She takes out her pink phone and presses a button, eyes locked on you the entire time as if expecting you to run off. A few awkward moments pass as she exchanges a few quick words with the person on the other end.

"..."

'Beep'

She ends the call. "Come on (Y/N). Bulk is waiting for us." Miko gets up and walks around the car, a look that consisted of disbelief and slight betrayal on her face. Sighing, you follow her. 'Maybe we can talk this out. She just doesn't understand yet. If she would just listen-'

A yelp interrupts your train of thought. Breakdown and another man were having a standoff, them glaring daggers at one another. Miko was held helplessly in Breakdown's arms, flailing and trying to escape. 

"Let her go Breakdown!" The other male widens his stance. "Not until you tell me where (Y/N) is Bulkhead!" Breakdown seethes, tightening his grip on Miko and making her choke.

Panic strikes as her eyes grow wide and her face pales. You can't just sit here!

"Breakdown! Stop!" You run to him, yanking his arms off Miko and standing in front of her as protection. The Japanese girl coughs a few times behind you, trying to regain her breath.

The Decepticon warrior's angry gaze softens a bit when looking at you, only to then get tackled to the ground by Bulkhead. "Go Miko! Take (Y/N) and run!" 

And so she did. She took your hand and clumsily ran to where an open groundbridge was waiting. The two of you run through, you barely hearing Breakdown call your name...

Predaking

"(Y/N)!!!!" You join the girl on the ground as she pulls you down in a bone-crushing embrace.

"I-I-I thought you were dead! You were there! Then you weren't! Then I started freaking out because I remembered you saying that you ran into a metal dragon and I immediately thought of the evil Decepticons' dragon and then I told the Bots and we started searching for you and-" 

You put your hand up to silence the young girl. "Bots? Do you mean the Autobots?"

Sari brushes herself off. "You know about them?" 

"Yes. I know very well who they are." You start towards the exit- your friend skipping after you.

"Great! That makes this easier! Now c'mon! I need to get you out of here!"

You sigh. "Sari, I don't need to 'get out of here'. I'm perfectly fine. In fact, after I saw the damage the Autobots did to Predaking, I'm pretty sure they're just as bad as the Cons."

"B-but, but... (Y/N)!" Sari was forced to jog in order to keep up with you. It was obvious that she was becoming desperate to get you to go with her.

"No Sari. Now if you don't mind, I have a lost and very morally confused Predacon to find-" 

Some great force suddenly pulls you around a corner. Within a moment you are being held against a broad chest with a large hand over your mouth. "Quiet Decepticon associate. You are hereby under arrest for allying yourself with- and the helping of- the Decepticon cause. You will be taken back to the Autobot base where you will be judged accordingly as stated in the Autobot Handbook Of Justice, page 1047, chapter 127, paragraph 4, section B."

Fear (and a great sense of confusion) started to rise within you. What was happening?

"Ahem!" Sari stood with her hip cocked to the side. "Ultra Magnus, Sir, this is (Y/N). (Y/N) is a good friend of mine and the girl who we have been trying to save the past couple of months." 

The man holding you tightens his grip. "That does not mean the law does not adjudge her." 

"Yeah, I know, and I'm not saying it doesn't, but I don't think (Y/N) can be held guilty for being manipulated and misinformed by the Cons."

You didn't quite understand what was going on, but moments after the girl finished her little scorching explanation, "Ultra Magnus" lets you go. 

"I suppose not. Now hurry. It's only a matter of time before they come for us. We can't risk the safety of any humans in the area." 

And so you were dragged through a groundbridge by Sari, Predaking's holoform stumbling around the corner.