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it's like Cybertron but different

After the incident that happened in the nemesis Soundwave will have to be around humans for a while. It wouldn't be hard blending in if he brought a holoform— great... The last thing I needed to make my solar cycle worse... Soundwave thought to themselves. He couldn't go back to the nemesis by how far away it was and by how much scrap shockwave was in. The sky was bright colored with a light blue with the big star that the planet revolved around radiating a bright light above him. The sound of honking and motors blaring.

Soundwave walked down one of the pavement sidewalks making clanking sounds with his pedes. Getting a stare or two by the tall organics. After jaywalking two roads and almost getting ran over five times in his exploration Soundwave found himself in a empty historical museum that he stumbled in. The white walls and big display settings showing many antique machinery and culture. (The 20th century place,)

Interesting... Soundwave thought looking at the old planes that hung above him, he got fascinated by how humanity can quickly repair itself back again and more better (or worse). More smarter than us. I'm almost sacred by that... After looking around the antique weaponry and looking at a few displays under the name "civil rights" Soundwave felt so many emotions that he never felt before— the spy compared Cybertron to earth and how they differ and match. Earth looked too perfect to destroy.

The decepticon felt like being under deja Vu.

"I whish this could have happened on Cybertron, maybe war would have been prevented."

Soundwave thought to themselves out loud, too out loud. His cold and alien voice trailed off into silence having his spark jump unnecessarily— he almost blew his cover. He heard talking and too many footsteps getting more audible which wasn't liking for the mech. Soundwave transformed into his alt mode that wasn't affected by the accident unlike his bipedal form.

A group of elementary schoolers huddled as they followed the tall redhead teacher with some students breaking apart from the small group. — The mush green with a light and soft mellow tone to it flew in the displays showing the cold war and 50's fashion and wars.

One of the nineteen students spotted Soundwave who was on the polished floor of the museum.

Is that a walkman. (I think that's what Soundwave's G1 alt mode is) how did it get here? The petite boy was in awe when he saw Soundwave. It was perfect, no, perfect is not the right word— spectacular! Beat that English class! Why am I re-learning something that that I know? Without hesitation the tan colored organic mech snatched Soundwave from the wooden floor and placed him inside his green hoodie with inner pockets internally exited to have it in his possession.

Soundwave on the other hand was feeling the exact opposite— and organic caught him! How can he feel ok!? The decepticon officer could have jumped into one of the displays and then hide there. He didn't know how long he was in the dark but could make out what the humans where saying—

A left then a right, another right and two lefts. Soundwave was begging to memorize the turns and moves the youngling that took him hostage. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of loud rumbling engines and shouting become apparent. Where could the unsuspecting organic take him? That thought made Soundwave's miniature tanks sickly spin.

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Jaziel looked out of the school bus's (?) Window passing the nearby cars and other buildings. The bus was filled with chattering students and the occasional yelling (or screaming). He touched the outside part of his hoodie that he unsuspectingly put Soundwave in. I wonder who left that in the floor, like they're almost too careless to have it. Too bad jaziel sat at very middle of the school bus, at least he wasn't on the very last seat if the vehicle.

Selling it to the pawn shop could eran him some dollars, he scolded himself for thinking that.

Good thing she didn't come to the field trip. Jaziel smirked reviled to assume that Carly— the annoying and verbally hurting girl wasn't here, but he could be wrong. Very wrong. She always sat behind him snickering and sometimes physically touching him that caused an black eye or two. ...And I can't punch a girl... If she wasn't a girl he would gladly crush her freckle full face. A bad chill shivered his spine and back thinking about Carly stealing or worse— breaking his prize possession.

He looked behind him to make sure no ginger with blue hating eyes and freckles was in the back seats. Instead seeing two guys with sweaters on the outdoor hot the sun boiled the air with (the ac inside the school will fezzes you in the morning). It was force of habit that he'll check whoever was behind him everytime he ride the bus somewhere.

"Glad to know."

The ride was bumpy and sometimes slow, he wasn't bothered by how slow the ride went almost getting trafficked jammed at some street lights. It took longer at the bus than at the museum.

Damm, I whish Jacob was here. Maybe he's in another bus?

He now saw the familiar two story building that the semi-city had. The same familiar and distinguishable yard with dry grass.

School.

Those rough brick walls that somehow get moldy and wet taunt him. It's not like he pays attention to it— the bus shock back and fourth following the shouts of the teachers whaling at everyone to be quiet and get off the bus and maybe behave to get their job done. But it wouldn't be like how they wanted it to be (if that made sense) the entire front of the school was pack filled with kids. How will everyone inside this vehicle get out there?

He stood up from the seat he was in with another fifth grader exiting the fresh ac into the stinging hot sun. The smell of carbon monoxide that the school buses spewed would make anyone get a good dosage of a migraine.

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3:59

4:00

By the time the hour hand touched the number four the bell beeped everyone sprang up from their plastic chairs putting their backpacks across their shoulders.

"So wanna come to my grandma's house this afternoon? I'll be taking care of her today."

Jacob said clearing his throat with the audible sound of phlegm inside his throat. And he still comes to school in that state even though he clearly says that the doctors advised him to stay home to get better but Jacob still walked to school with the same clothing each day with some occasions that he gets pulled out of class by counselors.

"Sure man. Hey, take care of yourself for me please?"

"Of course I will jaziel"

He remembered having Jacob as a fried since first grade. He was with no doubt— mature. Maybe he's the most grown up of the school while the whole class goes wild, (everyone is "troubling" in Jacob's words.)

"Hey Jacob, can I show you the walkman I found at the field trip, you need to see it. It's really fucking cool."

"Alright I'll see... Hope you didn't steal anything with the pickpocketing I'd showed you..."

Jacob says in a low voice muttering loud enough for jaziel to hear— he wasn't a bad friend that got into trouble. If he did bad things there would be a reason for them (Jacob had a rough childhood from what jaziel knows(which would explain why he's so adult like).

Carly would jocke about Jacob being his boy mother whenever he's with him on the playground.

"In four twenty you'll be there. Right?"

"Yup." "See you there."

Soundwave didn't know how long he'll be inside the soft plating of the youngling that abducted them but if he needed to get out of their grip one way or another.