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It's E.T all over again

A pair of servos pulled him out of the inner platings of where he was for who knows how long. Maybe Megatron has knowledged his absence. the decepticon spy made optic contact with the organic that snatched him from the empty place. Though he had to admit that it was pretty idiotic transforming in a exposed area thinking that nobody would see him.

What was the fuzzy things attached to their helms called? Heir? Air? Hair. Ah, yes... Hair. Their non cybertronian optics were colored a dark tone of brown, he never saw a mech with brown eyes before (blue and red colors in optics are really common, any different color could be unusual) parts of their frame were the same color as the optics but more lighter. And the hair on their helm dangled everywhere but wasn't covering the eyes.

One of their servos on the left stroked a soft digit over the purple insignia marked on the front of his alt mode.

"You'll be worth some fifty if I gave you away."

The youngling talked– which was supposedly for themselves to hear. But that fact that he said you made Soundwave ponder about the mech knowing his original form or not.

The human kept optic contact with him until their optics or what they say 'eyes' move to look something else, Soundwave couldn't tell what it was by looking but he could hear the youngling's pedes make a type of clang sound with rock. The sky was replaced with a white roofing, a loud metallic slam roared behind the both of them. The organic mech placed Soundwave on a counter next to other belongings that they have.

Jaziel threw his backpack on the couch and turned on the TV, his parents weren't home as always. He spotted a note on the refrigerator as he prepared himself lunch.

"I'll be working today, your mom is back at Brazil trying to get her dad to cross the border to Mexico. Dad will be taking care of us. I'll be back soon"

—carool.

It's funny that she never mentioned anything about his older brother Ryan. It's almost like she never acknowledges his existence. He wouldn't see his mom for how long she stayed in south America,and maybe she'll be absent longer if she needs to bring his grandfather to the US. He pours the hot water to the paper noddle cup he'd been boiling to make. The TV audibly muffled voice talked about the recent discoveries of "alien technology" that has been getting discovered. And it said about trackable radiation appearing unexpectedly. He didn't put much attention to the news reporter about the weird stuff until—

"Claching!"

Jaziel instantly whipped his head flopping his curly hair to inspect whatever made what made that strange sound. Maybe he should have payed attention to what the news lady was talking about— a navy blue robot was in his living room. He blinked feeling dumbfounded not wanting to believe that a literal robot right behind him in his living room. Jaziel almost felt his soul expelling from his body. His heart thumbed heavier and more faster unsure what to do.

"Does your boy mother do everything for you?"

Carly's mocking and grossly annoying voice rang trough his brain trying to figure out what to do. Is it a killing machine that rides UFOs that abducts people? Whatever it wants it wouldn't be nice.. and is surely going to make him radiation sick. The alien robot didn't seem to realize that it wasn't alone, it's feet made heavy sounds with the wooden floor. What would the poor fifth grader say when his older sister comes home to see holes on the floors?

Jaziel carefully tip toed to the living room (the kitchen wasn't that far away from there) and snatched a heavy blanked from the couch slowly approaching the miniature robot. (Soundwave is 4'2 making jaziel taller (he's about 5'3).

As soundwave was about to turn the bronze doorknob open until his line of sight was darkened. It scared him how quickly his world turned black all of a sudden— something foldable blocked his movements from opening the door. He feel back first to the ground with his spark quickening. It's too late, the youngling had found out! Soundwave was about to put his two servos on the floopy stuff that blinded him until something hit them behind the helm.
*Clang!*
Soundwave did feel the pain but it wouldn't be fatal enough to do serious damage, it might have bended the shape of his helm a little.

"What are you!?"

Scrap.... It took the spy a while to process what they just said. This organic lifeform must have warned the others about their presence.

"Criss" "crash" "Kasssh"

As more items began tumbling to the floor smashing open it left jaziel cringing about the excuse that he'll make when his father got home. He'll be too tired to hear a stupid apology. Shards of glass primed the bottom of his tennis shoes— good thing he didn't take them off. The robot still had the blanket over it's head tangling their legs preventing them to walk. Millions of theories start to flood his pre-teen brain about this space robot but mostly the unanswerable question of who made them.

Jaziel hoped that it didn't mean harm.

He gripped more harder the handle of the steaming hot tea pot he used to boil. He kept it close to him ready to wack it again if that space robot did something funny. Each step he took was filled with dread and fear but also awe and excitement weirdly. He's the first living person to see an alien. But he was also thinking of the cons about this— what would the government do? What would the others think of him now?,