Ivy awoke in her bed, The Allspark is all she could think about. Jack watched the girl tumble outta the bed. She grabbed a pair of glasses and jabbed them onh her face.

The Cat falls over laughing at the scenario.

She gave the cat a glare.

 “Oh stopp it.” Ivy said to the cat. She stretched out her legs and reached out for the ceiling.Her yawn drooled into a dog like tone. This mostly stunned a lot of people around the block during boring baseball games and Fashion class in school that bored her. Most People can compare it to the Dog from ‘The Bells of Saint Marys’.

“Noooo.” He replied.

Ivy got on her usual attire and put on a blue jacket over it.

“Now I am ready!” The girl declared.

She whipped through the door making a shocking sound wave through the entire hallway. The sudden unexpected sound wave shook awake Mo, Lexi, and Lora at the same time.

I wonder if the Allspark can make EVERYTHING MORE easy! Ivy thought as she continued running down the stairs.

“IIVVYY!” Came the shriek of her adoptive mother from the upstairs room. “Don’t run like a bunch of elephants! Today’s a saturday!"

The girl snickered.

 “Okay, ma!” She shouted back. Lakota bumped open the parents door and ran after the girl. Her blatter is completely full to the almightist gas tank. WOOF WOOF barked the dog as it chased after the girl. “I’ll let you out.”

 Lakota wags her tail as her tongue is sticking out. Her eyes glittered at  Ivy’s very statement. She isn’t really a dog. Lakota is Ivy’s Third Gauridan. The Cyber-dog had accustomed to the ways of Domestic Animals. She kept a great distance between Ivy and herself. Jack acted as the main protector of Ivy no matter the circumstance.

“RUN LIKE THE WIND!” Ivy shouted to the dog as she kicked the animals butt.

 Lakota whimpered as she huddled outside to do her daily activity. Ivy ran down to the basement similar to the fashion of a human stampede rushing to the cafeteria room. Her eyes stamped the direction of a fairly large painting.

 “Ready for me old friend?” The girl deviously asks the portrait. It is silent. Non-answerable, Yet it is  silent. It did not answer her question at all. Except for the shield like armor being gray, orange,a navy blue, and coal black. Her femilar devious smile grew upon the girls face. “Time to paint. ONCE AGAIN!”

She gently dapped the brush into a paint bucket and spread it across the uncolored texture. it was a canvas stripped across one section of the room. Her dark, gray blue hazel eyes pointed towards the incomplete area.

On the other hand, far off from the house of course, there is a dark gray and golden anaconda’ish snake  holding two chimps in his wrapped up tail. Swingtwig and Swingrope were brought along under Blackmail for not getting a desired sparkling he had been hired to get from Heatstroke.

 “It’s not the sixth month yet.” Rope said, as he tapped his arachnachimp fingers on the mech’s tail. Their blackmail was ratting out the time the tracker would light up. Conda’s blackmail is to kill LongStar if they didn’t help him figure out the signal.

 “Ssssshhuut up.”  The Anacondian Transformer told them as he snuck into his latest base layer.  SwingTwig complained as usual about their transportation and how they never got to see their long neck friend.

“You kinda flipped the switch when you got us.” Twig depressingly commented as he is in a sour mood. Their ways of working changed dramatically to create inventions to support Conda’s need for organic food and prey. They made several for his leisure time.

 They also brought a new bot into the world. Surviver. It prefered to work in groups. It is Autobot and does not have any gender whatsoever. He went forward and choose his vehicle mode to be a cybertronian truck rather than a normal truck.; It is a lightish gray with purple armor above the first layer and green skin.

“Oh whatever.” He said. transforming into his robot mode similar to the fashion of Rex-Five and stood up on both feet. His crimeson red optics darted at the two Arachnichimps with fueled anger, He is ready to hunt whather they liked it or not. He needed to plan out his course before he initiated it.

Our scene returns to Ivy.

 “Ivyyyy!” Lora cried, flipping the door wide open.

It had been a few hours since the girl had awoken to the ears and shine of light.The canvas has a long drape of purple fabric covering it entirely. Ivy is snoozing around.

  Lora stumbled downstairs. Then she shook the girl awake.

“Wake up, autogirl.”” She said,slapping the girl repeatedly. The nickname was something Ivy didn’t like to be called. “Wake up!” Lora repeated as she shook her friends shoulders.

 The girl stirred awake.

“What?” Ivy asked, shaking her head.

“THE AUTOBOTS SHIP ACTUALLY CRASH LANDED HERE LAST NIGHT!” Lora replied as she dragged the girl upstairs. “LEXI. GET YA MUSTANG UP AND RUNNING!” She shouted back to the girl upsttairs.

 Ivy has a frown on her face as she did not know what is going on around here. Jack hopped onto the back of the mustang determined to watch over the girl who he had been assigned to since kittenhood. Lexi put her foot on the breaks and swirled into the road.

“What’s the matter?” She asks  the duo.

“Good morning ‘ol champ is the matter.” Lora sarcastically said,.

 Ivy narrowed her eyes towards Lora’s direction. Her eyes turned rather serious. “Lora...What dragged you into bringing me.” The girl jerkisly asks. Her attitude towards the purplehaired girl seemed to have risen. “Wait....did you tell them I know something?”

SCREECCH! went Lexi’s tire’s as it stopped beside the crash landed area. Bunch of news peeps are crowded around the yellow tape. They all turned towards Lexi’s mustang growling smoke from it’s exhaust pipes.

Lora sheepishly smiles after pushing Ivy out.

“Hey matter-fact-AUTODWEEB!” One of the reporters shuffled to the girl. “Your friend said you touched the underbelly of the ship. What did it feel like?!” He snapped photographs of the girl straight away. SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP went his camera.

“Um...Rough...somewhat soft...hard in the feeling of titanium.” She explained, making up things as she had went. She narrowed her eye at the man Who seemed to be a descent of a prominent person called The Nerd. “The name is Ivy Worksworth. GET IT RIGHT! Now Autogirl. Even though I am a huge  Transformer fan!”

  The people were now facing Ivy’s direction. “What did it look like?” The female reporter interogated the girl.  Ivy takes a huge gulp of air. Her hazel eyes darted towards the tremendous crowd. “Is Cup, Hot Shot,Iron Bind,Ratchet, and Sentinal onboard?”

“FIRST. THERE’S TWO ‘E’S IN SENTINEL’S NAME. SECOND. CUP IS SPELLED ‘KUP’ EVEN THOUGH I EVEN THOUGHT IT WAS SPELLED LIKE THAT FOR A TIME! THIRD,HIS NAME IS IRONHIDE!” She roared. “and the last one is HOT.ROD!”

Her fumes had been set.  

“Do you get what it means?” She asked them all. “Autobots. Decepticons. THEY ALL can be our vehicles--”

“Hahahaha. I wish.” One of the interupting people said.

Ivy shot a glare to the bystander.

“As I was saying...If I just seen a spaceship crash land here into the recent crater we see and somebody confirms my suspicon...Thank god!” She finished, shaking her index finger to the sky with all her might. “I believe we may have had contact with one before. Who knows. They coulda came from the other universe!”

 This marbled closeby viewers around the girl.  

 “Transformers do not exist.” One of the viewers said. “What makes you say this untirely unprooven about fictional Aliens are true?”

  This made Ivy think for a bit.

  “I...” She looked to the direction of what appeared to be a dragon tail. She looked behind herself to her long time fosterbuddies. Believe in yourself Ivy. BELIEVE! The girl gazed to the person who asked the question. “Because.....Legen....”