F/n= fake name

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The green forest is tempting to dive into as you and Denny drive quickly towards a buyer's house.

Said man drums his fingers rather unpleasantly on your dash and a mechanical groan of annoyance is heard as gravel kicks up under you.

"Can you not? Please?" Your voice is pleading as Denny's fingers speed up in nervousness, and the brown-haired man snaps his gaze to your radio at the sound of your voice.

"Right sorry. Just a tad nervous."

You would have rolled your optics if you could, and slight excitement washes through you as you pull into the dirt driveway.

Finaly. Now I can see what all the fuss is about.

Denny pushes open your door and jumps out. Fixing his jacket nervously, he swiftly heads towards the small wooden home.

He disappears inside, and you fight the urge to go into the woods.

Momments later, Denny comes back into view, but this time, he is arm in arm with what appears to be a human femme.

Curiosity and a small bit of disgust runs through your frame as Denny manually opens your front passenger seat and the brunette climbs in with an expression of awe on her petite face.

"Ok, so this is Dallas. Dallas, this is my car. I named her F/n."

F/n? F/n?! What kind of name is F/n?! AND WHY DID YOU INTRODUCE US?!

Annoyance washes through your plates as Denny gives you a fake name.

"You named your car? I suppose she is really amazing. gorgeous paintjob and interior."

Denny chuckles nervously as he gets in your driver's side seat.

"Yeah. Heh.. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.. right?"

Dallas laughs, though it's quiet, it seems genuine. "I don't really know much about cars, but I sure can't argue with you on that."

You tune out the rest of their conversation and allow Denny full control over your alt.

With an inward sigh, you send out a message to Sideswipe and Strongarm's private commlinks.

You: I think Denny is participating in what is called a date with a human that goes by the designation of Dallas.

Sideswipe: Where is he taking her?

Strongarm: Do you need help?

You: The drive in I think. And a familiar alt mode might be nice because this is going to be really boring...

You feel Denny press on your brakes softly to tell you to stop, and you gently roll to a stop.
Denny grabs the bag that he had brought, and ushers Dallas out of your passenger seat with a stupid grin plastered to his face as he pulls out a square of fabric and food items.

Dallas joins him, sitting on the seeminly soft fabric, and the purr of an engine distracts you as a familiar, sleek red car pulls up beside you.

Sideswipe: So this is what I came to save you from? The movie called It?

You: Oh shut up. I'm not used to human femmes yet. From what I know, they bleed red liquid a lot and are randomly emotional one week a month. She could be dangerous Red.

You can practically hear Sideswipe's laughter as his engine sputters, and you relax slightly, feeling safer around the mech.

Sideswipe: Yes because the thing that is smaller than a turbofox seems soooo dangerous.

You: Just shut up and enjoy your time off of patrol.

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as the film starts, and you relax as you watch the intro.

How bad can it be?
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"Don't ever ask me to do that again Denny." You shutter as you watch Dallas come back from a small blue building.

"Too scary for you? I see Sideswipe left."

"Yeah. Something about not being about to recharge for the next vorn." You laugh nervously, quickly going silent as Dallas cllimbs into your passenger seat.

"How was it?" Dallas excitedly turns to Denny as he asks the question, and you head back towards Dallas's home.

"I loved it! I've been a fan of horror movies for years!"
Dallas excitedly rambles on about the movie, and you can see the smile on Denny's face growing by the second.

Tuning out the chatter, you focus on the gravel road ahead of you.

The sound of an engine roars behind you, but it's not Sideswipe this time.

Steeljaw speeds up until he's directly beside you, and Denny's smile quickly fades as he reconises the color scheme.

"Why today..." He sighs as you speed up in an attempt to ditch the blue mech, and Dallas chuckles nervously.

"What's going on Denny?"

Denny's face is regretful as you tighten your seatbelts around the two and swerve sharply away from the ex con.

"Woah! Denny what's happening?!"

Fear is evident in her voice as you change routs towards the scrapyard.

"Those are bad people. We're going to my place so they don't find out where you live." He lies through his teeth as you speed up even more.

Your tires spin quickly as your engine roars, and you send out a quick message to Bumblebee.

You: Steeljaw in on my tailpipe, I'm headed back to the scrapyard.

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Soooo, I am really sorry for any of you that were waiting for this, but y'all probably don't want to hear excuses.