"Are you named after Scorpion or Scorponok?" I ask.

"I am named after no one," Scorp said, as I am in the passenger seat with the backpack in my lap. "Stop asking me that."

"One can't help but ask." I said.

"One can help by not." Scorp said, harshly.

"So," I look over to Scorp's highly muscled holoform. "You wanted to scan a muscle car?"

"This is the best mode I can find," Scorp said. "You're not part of this ordeal, little one, no one on Earth except the Cybertronians are part of it."

I did a fake cough.

"You mean a FrostGardian and a Asgardian AND cybertronians!" I said.

Maybe Jazz is not dead?

I've seen so many action movies that I began to believe the protagonists did not die and had survived the fatal attack. Nearly that happened a lot in the movies because the antagonists were tricked in the most skillful way possible.I witness a frown grow on Scorp's holoform face.  

"There is no such thing as FrostGardian." Scorp said.

"Well I made it up because most Loki fans think Loki is part Asgardian and half Frost Giant," I said. "I did a lot of research on Loki's character through eleven months writing various stories featuring him. I learned a lot about the realms as well; also that Norse related gods don't use the word Muspelheim a lot and just say 'hell'. " I take a breath and then sigh. "There's also a realm called Helheim and a godess named Hel. Hel is daughter of Loki. I only know she looks like a monster because of a little snippet of some information about Helheim but I decided not to describe her in one story featuring Tian Verson and Rebecca Stark."

"...I did not hear a word you said." Scorp said.

"Writing Rebecca's name a lot has taken a toll, too." I said. "For quite a long time when I was mentally writing a chapter to Thrown into Marvel; instead of Emily's name being said from Loki it was Rebecca's name." My hands flew in different directions while explaining. "I finished Rebecca's story in fifteen days."

"You finished a story in fifteen days?" Scorp asks, in shock.

"I finished one story in a week!" I said. "Three to four chapters were written per day."

"What was that story?"  Scorp asks.

I sigh.

"Grandma, can we help Loki?" I said. "I used ILYS to do that...but now...it's not free anymore. ILYS became a money greedy website and took away the free classic one that allowed me to let my ideas flow."

"How many chapters were there?" Scorp asks.

"Eighteen." I said.

"Like your age." Scorp said.

"Yess sirrey!"  I said, nodding.

"You write a lot." Scorp said.

"I am a writeraholic," I said. "But now with Loki being real..." I look down towards the purple and black backpack. "I don't know about continuing my Loki Fan Fics. It's kind of weird he's real and all."

I still do not believe Scorp's story about me being Loki's child.

I never imagine myself as the child of a god.

Well, a couple years ago I had a strong imagination that I could fly so while on the way to the doors I did a little bounce tapping my feet together and nothing happened.I did feel relieved that it was only a figment of my imagination visualizing myself flying over the fields with my arms spread out and then fly through some clouds and have fun flying.

It was only my imagination working in my head.

"Why am I not moving?" Scorp complains.

I notice Scorp is in the air surrounded by what seems to be a bright yellow light summoning him up. The side window is rolled down. I poke my head out then turn my head up towards what is making that light. I see a circular opening with rows of lights rotating in a circle moving at once. It reminds me of the mothership seen at the ending of ET Phone home and the underbelly of that spaceship about to be targeted in Independence Day by someone who had been abducted by them a long time ago.

"Uh," I said. "We're being beamed up into that squid machines."

"Ah scrap," Scorp said. "Don't tell them anything!"

"...I can't help but babble about what I like." I said.

The grass and the cyberformatted land went out of my view as Scorp is taken into the squid ship. I do not really know what these spaceships are called so I am calling them squidships like the ones I made in 'Loki and The Fighter Pilot' except these are ones seen in Transformers Age of Extinction. Scorp lands on a metal surface in this hangar like room that is tall and very organized customized by several designs such as the walls with pipes bearing some resembence to spines only not belonging to a once living organism.

"Come out," Came an unusually cracky and loud voice.

I  slid my way out of the window taking my backpacking with me using the shoulder straps around my legs.My backpack landed on my back and my legs are bended up. Turch-urch--chueh went the sounds of armor changing positions on the body of a transforming cybertronian.

"Welcome to our ship," Came that unusually cracky and loud voice.

There are beings about Megatron's height with clear gray armor resembling the clean Terminator body without any flesh, skin, or anything for that matter. I help myself up staring clear at them.Am I really here?, I thought staring at the magnificently designed robots. They have five heads all connected to the very same part.

"My face is Wisdom," Came the unusually cracky and loud voice. "My friend over here is Death," He points to the left side of his head that reminds me of a Eygptian helmet.  "This is Wrath," He points over to a Dracula feirce helmet. "This one is War,"  He points to a helmet that has the shape of a star making up most of the helmet. "And this is Judgement."

Judgement reminds me of a punk  with spikes on the top.

"We are the Quintessions." The second Quintession said. "My name is Tofun."

"I am Wis." Wis said, tapping on his chest armor making a light melody. Wis is the one who introduced all his faces. "We are here to make more of our perfect creations."

"What about AFTER you leave Earth?" I ask, boldly.

"Whatever happens after that is none of our business." Wis said.

It is strange that Wis has not changed faces.

"I am pretty sure it is," I said.

"HEY!" I almost forgot Scorp. "GET ME OUT OF THIS!"

I look over to see Scorp is in a unusual contraption. It's strange, really, to describe at all. It is like a seashell with stand out bright gray bars and empty spaces in-between these bars including claws wrapping themselves around the shoulders, the elbows, the legs, the knees, and all came to a collective shut when two claws met each other wrapping themselves into what seems to be a good fist.

"While we happen to pick up our creation's descendents," Tofun said. "We've decided to give them a good clean and then shove them back in." Tofun is wearing his judgement helmet. "I do love to see them in misery."

"Agreed." Wis said, sharing a nod.

"Tow him into the infirmary," Tofun said, waving off the other Quintessions. "Let the work begin."

The other Quintessions drag Scorp's capture bind on the floor down towards a large wide threshold that recently opened. I look back towards the two standing Quintessions. I notice Wis's shoulder is not spiky like Tofun's shoulder is. Wis's shoulder reminds me of a small hill going down.

"Uh...." I gulp down my fear. "What about little me?"

It's scary to be standing in front of who you viewed as the works of fiction and wrote about them in a pretty long story.

"We rarely find one of our creations holding a resident of Earth," Wis said. "Your fate will be decided by Tofun at a specific later date." Wis looks over to a much smaller Quintession. "Spot, take her to the cell."

At least one Quintession has a normal name!

Spot came forwards making a creaking sound he didn't have many heads as most Quintessions did.

Spot has; Wrath, Judgement,and Wisdom.

Spot picks me up using his unusually paw shaped servos.They feel really slippery so I had to wrap myself around his wide index digit with my back around my shoulders holding on for dear life.Looking down towards the floor seems really scary as it is very far. I gulp while Spot walks casually. Every move he made really went at me to let go and fall to an untimely death.

Spot has hind legs similar to a dog.

Well, you can say he has the characteristics of a Werewolf.

It is strange because the hands seen in the beginning of Age of Extinction seemed webbed, organic, and alien. But there is a big difference in this version of Quintessions.They don't have octopus tentacles that menuvers them from place to place. Quintessions have legs just like cybertronians only very uniquely designed for themselves in a way that stands out different to the Cybertronians many people are aware of.

Spot tosses me into a cell.

The purple long bars are electrified connected to the floor and to the ceiling.

Wow, this cell seems different from how I visualized it in 'This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse!' in the few beginning chapters. The Quintession holding cell is different from the 1986 Transformer's cartoon take on the planet of Quinterra. Quinterra is the home planet of the Quintessions. Yes, I have done my research about Quintession. Well I did further research about the Quintessions in July of 2014 while writing a humorous fanfic.

Anyway the landing is hard.

I can feel pain from my side, my back, and my elbow.

"Wow!" I yelp. "You're not much of a talker!"

Spot growls; and I finally realized his helmets reminded me of dogs.

"Oooh." I said, sheepishly. "Me bad."

Spot turns away then heads back where he came.

I look over despite my pain to see many robotic skeletons here and there. I approach the gigantic bones being interested how and why they were left behind for new visitors to recoil at. I came over one then slide my hands over the un-even bended lines. There is not a sign of dirt. The glowing colors all indicators of still possibly be able to used for something different fascinated me in a strange way.

"You could make a Frankenstine robot," I said to myself. I paused about it. "But, could it be a cruel thing to do?" I shook my head. "To give life to a creature who would be considered a dangerous individual, a monster, and unable to be considered as an individual by many."

I close my eyes thinking back at 'I,Frankenstine' the movie.

But I don't  have the power to do such things; to bring a skeleton cybertronian Ivystine to life.

I open my eyes.

"Someone took my fantasy." I start singing. "I close my eyes, there she is, her hair fine as delicate fabric, her eyes, her eyes, her eyes red as a ruby!" I tap my fingers on the bone. "So when I see her face, everything comes to a pause, when I open my eyes, there she is gone."  I nod my head. "Then someone made her real."

I grab something small then begin juggling it.

"I close my eyes, there she is, in my imagination!" I sing, making a unique beat. "But now she's gone, never gonna in my imagination, because someone made her real!" I raise my voice then get up and twirl myself around. "Her face, her face, her face is fine as anything I've touched. Twirling my fingers through her hair is only a daydream!"  I use the object as a microphone. "Because someone made her real!"

This song has been in head for a awhile since that trip to New York State in July in 2014.

I actually got the song when sitting in a rocking black chair and began going back and forth focusing on the song 'Only just a dream' by Nelly.

I needed something to do.

Why not make something?

At least try!

I grab a lot of wires then wrap them all around specific parts and tugged them to specific parts of the cell.Even though it is hard doing the assembling is going to be worth the time. I wipe off the sweat on my forehead before getting the other pieces. Eventually there is a whole skeleton made by different parts belonging to different cybertronian creatures laying in the middle of the cell.

 My stomach growls.

"Damn," I said. "I've been thinking too much on this."

I had to think.

Alright girly, I rub my hands together, you've randomly transported yourself to the house so...There has to be a chance you can make an entire case of strawberries--already rinsed--in your hands!

I held my hands out.

"Okay," I said, taking a sigh. I close my eyes.  "I hereby order myself some strawberries, chocolate milk in a cup, a straw to drink through, a napkin, a electric tooth brush, and a toothpaste tube!"

It is worth a shot.

I open my right eye.

Nothing in my hands.

Grumble, grumble, grumble went my stomach.

I open my left eye.

"Ah slag," I said, pouting while lowering my hands. "This isn't a Fan Fiction where the laws of..." I stop in mid-sentence. "Laws of what?" I pace back and forth. "Damn it, Ivy, you don't even know what laws you break in your writing!" I had my hand balled up then gesture at the air letting my fingers uncurl from that fist shape. "Except for the tenses." I stop in my tracks hearing my stomach growl. "I heard ya' already!"

I groan rubbing my forehead.

"Food service," I said, as a grin spread across my face. "Right!"

I walk over to the bars.

I place my hands on the electrical bars--then boom my hands are burned! I take my hands off blowing air at them repeatedly. Note to self Ivy; when something is electrified you do not touch it! I know the hands should be electrified when touching on a electrical based item but getting burned instead is something unexpected.

Would they hear me if I make the request causally?

No,it would sound like incoherent mumbles.

Best put on my deep and loud manly voice

"HEY!" I shout. "YOUR PRISONER HAS BURNT HANDS AND YOU HAVE NOT LEFT SOME SNACKS FOR ME!"

"We have a prisoner?" Came the voice of a Quintession.

Glitch heads.

"Who dares interrupt our very important debate!" Came a mad one. "I SHALL SPLIT THEM IN HALF!"

"Uh,uh..." I am left  scared. "ME!"

A Quintession with a wrath face on comes behind the bars snorting smoke in my way, I step back waving the smoke out of my way while my eyes are closed. Thank primus I cannot smell! I cough feeling the fresh burning pain subsiding for the moment. I open my eyes then face up towards the Quintession.

"I am hungry," I said. "A willing prisoner must be fed."

"So you are,INTRUSIVE  HUMAN!" The wrath face Quintesion said.

My stomach grumbles.

"Yes," I said. "Now gimmie something to eat!"

Something slimey and slippery hits my face then I back over landing on the floor.

"There!" Wrath face Quintession said. I get back up feeling light burning pain from my hands. "Happy?

"Ewww." I said, staring down at it. It is small, brown, wiggly, and gross looking similar to a slug but very dead.  "That looks gross."

"Quintessions do not go to Earth to retrieve such small products," Wrath face Quintession said.

How contradicting when they're getting Earth Cyberformatted at specific regions.

"I need ice!" I demand.

"We do not have ice to make your pain more sharp." Wrath face Quintession said.

"Or a rag?" I ask.

"No," Wrath face Quintession said.

I step back.

"I'll rather suffer than eat something gross," I said, shaking my hands. "BLT is a different story."

"..BLT?" Wrath face Quintession said.

"Bread,lettuce, and tomatoes." I said.

The Wrath face Quintession leaves me be.

"Okay Ivy," I said. "Let's go do some work on this robot!"

I can do it, I can do it, I can do it!

I can hold out on eating until something edible comes!