Transformers Prime: My Wild Adventure (OC)

DARKNESS RISING 3 Part 2

INFO:

- "text"- regular speaking

- "text"- Sean thinking to himself

- "TEXT" - story transition

Music links: the custom soundtrack for the story.

BEGIN STORY

Very fun- Gah!

Sean and the boys covered their ears as Miko turned on one of her giant stereos, which she connected her electric guitar. "How about...band practice?"

"But, we're not a band." Rafael uncovered his ears. "Why so antisocial? Come on Raf, you play anything?" She walked over to him. Sean wasn't good with instruments, but he was considering joining the high school jazz band.

"Err...keyboard?" The boy pulled out his computer. Sean mentally laughed to himself.

"Laptop's ensembles, good! Jack?" Miko piped in.

"I...sometimes mess around on the harmonica?" Jack awkwardly responded. Miko felt soft, because she instantly bounced to him, "do I look like I do country? Just put on some fake blood and jump around screaming! Sean, what about you?"

Mr. Rodriguez was stumped. "I'm thinking about joining the jazz band soon. Maybe...drums?"

"Hmm," she looked over to Bulkhead before saying, "I think I know someone who can do just that! How about you beatbox?"

"Wait, isn't that for-"

"Bulkhead, percussion! You'll go for a big, industrial sound!" She completely ignored him. The teenager almost grumbled but kept it to himself.

"...rap?"

"DIY, we're a band! You just...gotta learn the songs," she turned to Rafael, before switching to Jack, "this one's a ballet. My fist, your fist!" And instantly Miko started playing the guitar.

Everyone else started covering their ears, while Bulkhead just squinched. Miko smoothly moved her hands across the guitar and hardcore metal emitted itself. Even Sean had to admit it was really good.

And then the green lights started flashing again.
Not this again!
Bulkhead instantly piked down his protected human, who retaliated. "Come on, you can't handle raw power?"

"Proximity sensor, quick, hide!" he shouted. And they all scrambled to the closest shield possible: the giant Autobot's feet. Just afterward, the elevator's doors opened.

"Prime!" shouted the agent's voice.

"Agent Fowler," Bulkhead answered, "j-uhh, he's not here. Nobody's here, except me of course."

But that wasn't enough to satisfy him. "Well, where did he go? Wait, don't tell me, he's out pancaking a mini-mall?"
Rafael turned slightly to see this Fowler guy, but Jack quickly pulled him away.

"I don't know what language you bots speak on your planet, but Prime promised he would handle the Decepticons!" At this point, Bulkhead moved his foot, which pulled a cord to Miko's guitar. Sean's fear spiked instantly.

"And blowing a crater in the middle of Nebraska," Bulkhead noticed he was almost blowing their cover, but snapped back, "is not what the word handle means in English, so you tell Prime-"

There was a moment of silence as slight screeches of an electric guitar echoed across the floor. Sean and the others clenched their teeth.

"...since when are you bots become electric?"