Vince's Car

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Pulling off of the highway onto a lone street with little to no cars on the road, slowly driving through a dry little town called Jasper, Nevada. A black Hot Rod with red and orange flames on the front pulled into a gas station, filling up a tank. A male with (H/c) (H/l) hair came out of the driver's side and opens the gas cap. Inserting the gas pump into the tank, he started to fill up his car and topped it off.

After his car was filled, he swiped his card and jumped back into the car. The male started to haze away, being a hologram. Thanks to the tinted windows, no one was able to see as the car drove off.

This was any ordinary car, this was a cybertronian from cybertron. There had been a war on this alien's planet, and not wanting to be involved with all of this corruption, left. It was harder then it looked.

He was taken by a group called the Decepticons, and experimented upon. This lead to him having a few side effects upon the poor mech. One was him being part terrorcon. This was because a one-optic mech was attempting to make something called synthetic energon. The formula was incomplete.

The side effects to this male was a parasite-like glossa, night vision and sadly, a never ending struggle for energon. This mech after a while was able to escape from the scientist, found an escape pod and was sent off into space, leaving everyone he knew behind.

Once he crash landed onto a strange planet, he got out of his pod and ran as far as he could go, knowing his pod had a tracker on it. Many years had gone by, leading to him finding an alt mode and a more advanced understanding of this planet.

He hasn't had any trouble for the past 20 years on this wasteland of rock and water, much to his dismay, and decided to try and explore more about the natives who lived here. These organisms were called humans, a funny and strange name to him. He watched humans grow and prosper much faster then sparkling could. This species made him curious.

Back to the present, you found out a dark and slimy substance called 'oil' helped with keeping your hunger for energon at bay for the most part. You had found a way to change your tank to take both energon and oil without having problems to your frame.

You were of neither part of the war, Decepticon or Autobot, although you had a few friends on each side. You couldn't break the other's heart by taking sides, so you stayed a neutral, avoiding the war the best you could, thus leading you here.

Cruising on a two way street, you kept your optics open for little shops or things that interested you. A mechanic shop intrigued you, curious why it seemed so abandoned if it was a necessity to a daily human life. Pulling up and parking beside it, unable to find any other parking lots to hang out in and fall asleep.

Not noticing the 'No soliciting' sign in front of the building, you slowly started to relax your tires and take a quick break. Pulling up a screen and looking around to find any energon signals, you didn't seem to see a male on the phone with a towing company.

Looking up once you heard a steady beeping, you noticed you were being hitched up to a tow truck. Unable to transform and get out of there, you stayed put and let them take you wherever they were going.

Eventually, you were dropped off on a lawn and a run down house. Waiting until the truck was gone, you were going to transform and run off until a loud voice broke the silence. "What is this? Another car?" A grouchy male asked, kicking your wheel. You stayed put. He walked around you and hummed in approval.

"Boy!" He yelled over his shoulder. The male had red hair, white skin with a few freckles. He had a large stomach, a beer belly no doubt. He had a cigar hanging from his lips, wearing a white tank top with stains and ripped worn jeans. He looked like a bum of a father.

Thankfully, the kid who answered wasn't so bad, he was more slim and fit, same red hair and freckles but rather attractive. His hair was shaggy, but kept well. He had bangs that hung over his optics and swooped to one side of his face, showing off his green optics. He wore a green flannel and a white shirt under it, blue jeans and some old brown boots.

"What do you want?" He asked. The older male gestured to you. "Do you want it or should I scrap it?" He asked. The younger male examined the car, even opened the driver door and sat in the seat. "Yeah, it's alright." He said. "I'll take it." And sped off to a garage. 'Scrap!' You thought with a snarl.

Waiting for a while, he parked you both in the garage and got out, popping the hood and taking a look at the engine. He poked and prodded around, making you uncomfortable. Unable to take it anymore, you transformed and crouched. Grabbing onto the boy, you held him up to your faceplate. "Watch what you touch, kid." You warned.

The human immediately screamed and struggled, making you groan and silence him. "Hey! Listen to me! I'm not going to kill you." You barked out in a harsh and scratchy voice, snarling towards the native. He stopped out of fear, and if you didn't know any better, you would've thought it leaked out of fear.

You sighed and and looked at the organism in your servo. "That's better. Now what makes you thing you can steal me and search inside my chassis?" You asked. The native seemed to snap out of it and stuttered. "Y-Y-You're my n-n-new c-car.. y-you shouldn't be a-" "A robot?" You finished for him. He only nodded his head.

Taking another exhale, you set down the human and sat on your stabilizers. "My designation is (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n). Who might you be, small, squishy one?" You asked and pressed against his chassis, making him fall down. "V-Vince.. Vince O'Malley." He'd say.

You nodded your helm and thought. "Well, since I can't have you walking around telling others like you that you have a alien robot in your.. garage?" You asked, looking around the small room. He nodded and you continued. "Why don't we make a deal? I'll be your car, and you won't tell anyone about me." You offered to the red-helmed male.

He thought for a few minutes, making you nervous and squeamish even. Finally, he spoke. "Fine, but only because I get a cool car." He'd grumble out. You had a smile on your dermas. "Great! Now that's settled, what is it I can do for you?" You asked.

This was a very important day for you. This was a day you met a friend. Your first alien friend. If only your sire and carrier could see you now, making friend with those smaller then you like they always hoped.

Over the past couple of years, you and Vince would grow close to each other, almost like siblings. Sure you got into fights here and there, but even then it was something small over what gas should you get to how he should get himself a spark mate.

With time, you learned about the human anatomy as he learned about cybertronian anatomy. Humans had such funny words for things, such as 'side walks' where on cybertron they were called minicon lanes.

Vince was a smart young human, but it was a shame he never did much with it more then pick on others for fun. If he tried, he'd have been the smartest in all of his schools. But no matter. He's a junior in high school.

What could happen?