(Bumblebee x Black! Reader)
A Storyteller.
That's what Y/n always seemed to be, whether it was the piles of notebooks or the simple fact her flash drive compacted all the stories her grandfather ever told.
"Hero's always have their stories to tell...
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'We are sure we have the right Storyteller.' -Optimus Prime
3
Sam was the first to scream once more before grabbing (Y/n) and then taking off. The girl was too terrified from the question the Con had asked them, to even think about where they were running too. She could hear the heavy footsteps in pursuit, tears threatened to spill over, but her pride was speaking more on survival.
'The book of Luna one? What is he talking about?!'
Her grandfather never mentioned such a book to her, and if this con was looking for it they were out of luck because she didn't have it. (Y/n) knew partly that the two cybertron moons went by many names; two being referred to as Luna one and Luna two. So the first book they're looking for is in relation to their first moon.
Her legs were starting to burn from all the running, begging for a break she knew they couldn't get. Sam was keeping up behind her, she didn't bother to turn around, the only reassurance she needed that the boy was behind her was his panicked breathing.
Conveniently Mikaela decided to turn up a minute later, heading in the direction they were running away from. In an attempt to save her life (Y/n) tried to wave her away, yelling for her to turn around. The other girl didn't seem to notice and Sam decided on another method; which consisted of him tackling the girl off her bike.
"What is your problem Sam?!"
"Look there is a monster and he just attacked us! Here he comes!" He helped her onto her feet, just as (Y/n) let out another yelp with the cons entrance.
A screeching of tires cut off the three teens panic for a second. The all familiar black and yellow car sped in knocking the con off his peds in one fell swoop. It drove up next to them, opening the car door in invitation.
"Sam what is that thing-?"
"You have to get in the car. Get in."
The brunet shook her head, "I don't want too-"
"Hey!" (Y/n)'s voice cut into their conversation. She was already in the driver's seat, determination taking over her features. "Get in the car! Trust me! They won't hurt us!"
Mikaela stared at the curly haired girl for a moment. There was a promise within their eyes that gave quite reassurance of her safety. She sighed before jumping in the backseat Sam following in the passenger.
"Go! Go! Go!"
The car sped off, if they weren't in so much danger, (Y/n) would've loved the thrill a whole lot better. Sam and Mikaelas panicked screams filled in for her silent prayer upon her lips.
"Oh god! We're gonna die! We're gonna die-"
"If you keep saying that we will!" (Y/n) gripped the steering wheel, it was driving all on its own, but she kept rubbing it with her thumbs in reassurance.
