This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse!

This is Crazy: Book 1. I have seen all three movies, Transformers movies. A Transformer, in the fandom of Transfans, means gigantic alien machines that can scan vehicles and become them, hence, becoming Robots in Disguise. They are not the powerboxes that you see on the poles. They have sparks, which generate their personality and life being extremely vital to living itself. And then there's the Allspark, the cube. I have seen the first movie several times directed by Micheal Bay, the worst director ever. Why? I'll get to that, as soon as this Dark of The Moon is about to end.

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58. BONUS Chapter: Enevitable conclusions

This was written by RgRacingGirl and she let me post this One shot for me on my account on Wattpad and to anywhere this story is posted.

Raindrops padded softly on the hood of a grey and purple Ferrari. There was no visible driver inside, nor was there anybody around. With the darkness that set around the area, it was a little bit difficult to view this car. Part of that was because of the color, then another part was the setting.

The grey skies made the scene look a slight bit sad, maybe even gloomy. The rain wasn’t so hard, but more like soft drops that tickled your skin. If you had human skin, that is.

A rain-streaked dirty old truck began to drive by the Ferrari. The winds weren’t high, yet the tarp that covered the truck was blowing wildly. The radios inside the truck buzzed, then finally, a voice came out.

“RobustShell. What are you doing out here?” Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, demanded at the Ferrari.

The Ferrari shifted on its wheels, as if thinking of what it could reply. “I’m parked out in the rain, Lord Megatron,” a female voice answered finally. RobustShell’s voice.

“Why?” he asked in disgust. His altmode had once been caked in dirt and grime, but now all of that was made even more horrific by the streaks of the raindrops.

Again, the Ferrari shifted backwards, away from Megatron. “It’s calming out here,” she replied gently, amusement hiding beneath her tone.

A growl reached the speakers of Megatron’s altmode, yet it wasn’t in anger. More so in annoyance. “RobustShell, you need to come back to the Nemesis.”

“No thanks, I’m good,” she replied cheerfully. She knew full well that she was making him frustrated, and enjoyed it.

His engine revved. The sound was painful to her audios, making her roll backwards more to evade more of that dreadful sound. His engine was not in the best shape, and for any other Cybertronian to hear it, it made them cringe. In most cases.

Megatron let out a hearty chuckle. “Scared of a little engine, Rob?”

“Never,” she replied easily. “My audio receptors just don’t appreciate it.”

If he would have been in his real robotic-mode, bipedal, he would have definitely rolled his optics at her response. “It will not offline you.”

Of course she knew that. She was not at all an unintelligent femme. Quite the opposite, in fact. Many of the other mechs on the Nemesis refused to believe that, so she often tried to find time to get out of that wretched ship.

Instead of saying any of the numerous replies that she had the option to voice, she just said, “I know. I just don’t like the sound.”

Megatron forced his engine to rev once more, wanting to make her angry or frustrated.

They clearly had the same goal for one another.

Her altmode’s frame shuddered in disgust, her wheels allowing her to roll backwards more. Little did she know that she was rolling right off a cliff.

Megatron immediately transformed and lurched for her, to save her. “Rob-!”

RobustShell’s tires screeched to a stop, right on the edge of the cliff. She still had no idea that she was mere inches from falling several hundred feet into the ravine below. “What?”

“Do. Not. Move.”

“And why not?”

“Because-”

She accidentally rolled backwards. Both of her back tires slipped off of the rocky surface of the cliff, making her sparkbeat rise dramatically within seconds. The mechanical parts of her altmode began to quickly shift as she transformed, wanting to get out of this situation as quickly as she could. Her transforming only made the situation much much worse for her.

RobustShell dug her digits into the side of the cliff. Her legs dangled off the edge. Nothing but fear covered her face.

Megatron bent forward, in an attempt to help her, but her grip on the cliffside lessened. Her pedes attempted to latch onto something - the rock on the cliffside or something muddy - but nothing worked. She slipped even faster now, faster, faster . . .

Suddenly, she lost complete grip on the cliffside. Her body began to fall down the ravine at a very fast pace. Megatron's optics widened in shock before he finally got up the courage to jump after her.

His body began to fall, but his thrusters allowed him to move faster. He caught up with her quickly. Megatron wrapped his servos around her body, pulling her close before he shot a cable up to the top of the mountain. The cable had a latch at the end, that would connect to almost anything. Rocky surfaces included.

Megatron and RobustShell's bodies stopped falling, and were in fact pulled up quickly by the cable before their bodies hung loosely in the air. RobustShell was awake, conscious, but she was currently unable to think. She was in shock.

When Megatron heard the click, the cable began to pull back and slowly they began to hoist up the mountain. He scrambled over the cliffside, still holding her body close to his chest armor.

Very carefully, he set her down on the muddy ground. Her optics were dim, an obvious sign that she was not yet fully aware. He leaned over her, placing his servo on her shoulder. "Rob. . .?"

No answer.

"Rob?" He shook her other shoulder as well, using both servos.

No answer still.

"Rob!" He leaned his face in close to her face. Her optics instantly onlined brightly.

RobustShell looked at Megatron's face. It all seemed to 'click', at least in her mind. His face was so very close to hers. He was leaning his body over her own. This could only mean- "Megatron, you afthole!" she exclaimed.

Without another word, she pushed his body off of hers and transformed, soon speeding off to some other area where she hoped she wouldn't be bothered.

Megatron sat up, rubbing his helm. ". . . Damn femmes. . . " he muttered.

 

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