Hi my name's Terra Midnight Witwicky, Sam Witwicky's adopted sister. This my story of how I met the bots and got caught in the war. You have to read to find out more.
I was in the middle of the same dream I've been having for a while now, when all of a sudden I was pushed out of my warm bed and on to the cold, hard floor.
I jerked up and saw that it was Sam that had pushed me out of bed, "What the hell, Sam!"
"Get up! Our cars are being stolen!" he said, freaking out.
"What!" I screamed, getting up and throwing on some shoes, while trying to run at the same time. Me being me, I just had to trip and fall on my face. I got up, again, and started running after Sam, again.
I grabbed my skateboard as Sam grabbed his bike, all the while screaming at dad to call the cops. As we are following the cars I realized that, no one was in the freaking cars. Sam calls the cops himself and started being dramatic.
We followed the cars into a junkyard, and watched as the cars as they started to transform. THEY FUCKIN' TRANSFORMED!!
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I watched as my truck and Sam's car transformed into giant fuckin robots. What used to be my truck is now a 30 foot fucking robot while Sam's car is now a 24 foot robot.
Sam, being the fucking idiot he is took his stupid flip phone out a started making a video of him and the robots in front of him. I zoned him out until he mention something about Busty Beauties under his bed. As soon as the words left his mouth I looked at him in disgust.
"Really, Sam? Busty Beauties?" I asked looking at him, incredulous.
"What? I'm a teenage guy," he replied, shrugging with blush on his face.
I shook my head and looked back at the scene in front of me
The robot that used to be a Camaro was shining a light up into the clouds.
My 'truck' was sitting looking bored as he was messing with something on the cannons he has attached to his arms, that somehow just now noticed, despite them being fucking huge.
I then heard a deep, Australian sounding voice.
"Hurry up, bug. I want to get back to recharge before dawn," my truck said.
At that point Sam had to be a fucking dumbass and walk past some mean lookin' dogs............ and if anyone knows what not to do in front of an angry dog they'd be hitting Sam upside the head. (...........with a baseball bat.......) He decided that he was gonna FUCKING RUN.
Some how he managed too snag my arm and dragged me along with him.
As we went to jump up on some junk to have some sort of leverage to the mutts, I felt a searing pain flare up in my calf area as the dog tried the to shake after sinking his fudging fangs into my leg.
I finally managed to kick the dumb mutt off me, and clamor up the junk, just as my truck and Sam's car came skidding around the corner.
As Sam ran off, leaving me, my truck rolled up to me, popping open the passenger door, silently beckoning me in the cab. I reluctantly agreed and sat in the seat relaxing as my truck brought me home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~~~~~~
When we finally arrived home, I looked at the radio before getting out.
"Whatever you are, later tonight you better explain what you are and why you're here," I said as I got out of the truck and walked up to my room.
Before I went to bed I wrapped up my wound and got changed.
Tommorow is gonna be an interesting day, I thought before falling asleep.
