Escapism: Visions of United Fates

Ocho

Transformers' Universe

America's POV

My eyes widened in surprise as I sat up abruptly, exhaling heavily. I blinked a few times, squinting against two beams of light that were directed at me. Gradually, a face began to take shape as the head tilted slightly.

"Little lady?" A voice queried.

A scream escaped my lips as I scrambled up from the floor, feeling a pair of hands firmly grasp my shoulders.

"Robyn, Robyn, it's okay," a soft, soothing voice reassured me. I spun around and found myself looking down at a young woman. Her black curls almost completely obscured her forehead, and her face was marred by small, bloody cuts and smears of dirt. Her clothes were grimy, and her dark brown eyes, reflecting the glow of the streetlights, bore into mine.

Robyn? Oh, that's right.

"Uh, okay, I -uh-I," I stuttered, struggling to find my words.

"You're good, it's all good," another voice chimed in. I turned my head and was met with the sight of a young man. His face was littered with cuts, his clothes were slightly dirty, and his eyes were a captivating light shade of amber. My gaze then shifted to a pink object moving closer behind him, followed by the glow of two beams. An Autobot. But not just any Autobot, it was Arcee.

"Say, you scared us a bit there, Robyn. Your vitals are normal, but I'm not sure what happened there," the pink Autobot commented.

"I do," another voice interjected. I spun around and found myself looking up at a bird. But it wasn't just any bird, it was a Maximal. I recognized her, but her name eluded me.

"Your method of locating someone in another universe is unique, but I dare say that it's risky," she stated. "What is it that you're trying to seek, America Chavez?" she asked.

Airazor. That's her name.

"How? That's impossible, you're not made of magic," I retorted.

"Woah, woah, hold up. Isn't Little Lady's name Robyn? Why are you calling her America? Wait, is that why you got startled by me?" the grey Autobot questioned.

Mirage. That's his name.

"Yeah, I'm confused here too. What's going on?" the girl asked, and the guy gave me a worried look.

"I do recall Robyn mentioning a wizard from her world," a deep voice boomed from behind me.

Optimus. That's him.

"And I do know that the one currently in her body is not the same one we have gotten to know," he added.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on me.

"I am... America Chavez. Ironically enough, I reside in Robyn's universe, but I am not originally from there. I possess powers that allow me to traverse the Multiverse. However, those powers are currently under some maintenance-"

"But if you're in Robyn's body, where is she?" Arcee interjected.

"She's in my body, where a sarcastic wizard with a goatee and a gullible teenager with spider powers were searching for her. But given that I am here, they must have solved that puzzle," I explained. "But as she said," I pointed up at Airazor, "I can't stay here for long, it's a compli-"

"If you have these powers, even if they're not at 100%, and it seems like the world she's from has dealt with stuff like this before, why can't you guys bring her back?" The guy asked.

"Makes sense," Mirage agreed.

"All I know is that Robyn had been dreaming about your universe for a while, and when she went to ask for help, we assumed that it has something to do with an object that's in this universe."