Transformers One Shots {On Hold}

Touch my outfit, you die.

I love knockout so I decided to write this! This is a knockout x OC!

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A figure stood at the edge of the forest, a red and black shirt barely distinguishable on her figure as it flapped in the darkness, a loud rumble set on the figure's ears as it stood...

Well. That's dramatic.

A loud roar ripped through the forest as an ATV careened by me, spraying dirt and mud.

"Nooooo!" I shrieked as mud was flung around, "my shirt!" I cried, falling on my knees dramatically. The boy riding the ATV stood up, smirking at my distress. "They're right, you are vain." The blood froze in my veins as I stood upright stiffly. I was used to this, but these idiots need to know the pride I take in my outfits perfection! I ran at him and punched him in the nose. "I'm not a fighter, but NOBODY touches my outfit!" I yelled as I stiffly turned and marched home, the nerve of people! Touching MY outfit! My poor fabulous outfit...

I reached my small apartment and immediately locked the doors, shut the curtains, and peeled off my ruined outfit. I have leaned that some peeping toms used to ruin my outfits because I did the same thing every time. I immediately drowned the shirt in the sink and took to scrubbing it, my best friend Britany usually helps me (I'm not much of a worker) but she is at ,ugh, school.

I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Jackson Itilo Perry. I know haha boy name, now shut up. Most people call me Jackie or Jip. Back to the current crisis, my outfit. I'm not a rah-rah girl, I just have to have my outfit and skin PERFECT! It's a hard job but I look amazing!!!! Sadly, due to the carelessness of others my poor outfit suffers. Even compassion has it out for my fabulous image! I remember when I first met Britany.

-cue flashback-

I walked down the alleyway gingerly, I was trying really hard not to ruin my outfit, when a crash startled me. I jumped on a dumpster, thanking God I wasn't too heavy, and looked where the sound originated. I well built girl was fitting against three boys, "Don't j'est stand d'are! 'elp meh!" She yelled up to me. "I can't!" I yelled back, watching as she knocked out one man but was losing ground with the other two.

"I'm in Da'nger!" She yelled, obviously peeved. "My outfits in danger!!!!" I retorted. "Get yer a-" "ooooookay! You better help me wash this out!" I screamed as I jumped off my safe haven and fought beside her.

Once the men had scurried off I looked down at my poor outfit and drew a gasp at the mess it was, "IM RUINED!!!!" I cried falling to my knees in despair and horror. The girl just pulled me up and asked me where I lived.

Once we reached my apartment we spent hours scrubbing my outfit till it was perfect again, she introduced herself as Britany and we became fast friends. I helped her fight and she helped me clean my outfit when it got dirty, calm coexistence. In a few years she moved in, and no. We are not dating! (despite popular belief) How come every time best friends live together they are 'shipped' together? If the two of us get called 'Jackany' or 'Britson' one more time I will snap!

Back on topic.

I finished cleaning my outfit and hung it up and donned a new one before leaving. I decided to head to the park. I hate children, I hate dirt, but I love cars, and the best place to see the cooler models are the street races held near the park at midnight. I'm a bit of a speed junky, but I normally charm myself a ride for the race instead of drive in it.

Midnight struck and cars started pulling up, I gave a low whistle when a red Austin Martin pulled up. Damn that car was fine! I walked over and admired the beauty as its driver stepped out. He was around my hight, with spiky red hair and a red goatee. The most captivating thing about him where his eyes, they were a stunning red. I walked over to the passenger door and lightly ran my fingers across the designs, I could swear I saw the guy shiver when I did I this though. "You here for the race I'm guessing?" I asked, getting a nod in return. This guy was early, the race wasn't for around twenty minutes. I motioned for us to sit on the hood, but he seemed reluctant. "Don't worry, it won't hurt your car or the cool paint job. C'mon." I told him as I jumped up and sat on his cars hood. He seemed to stiffen, but shook it off and sat by me. "Names Jackson, you can call me Jackie or Jip if ya like. What's your name?" I asked curiously, I mean this guy is HOT! Even if I never see him again I want to know his name.

"My friends call me Knockout." He answered, sliding off the hood to inspect his finish. "Cool name!" I said smiling as I slid off behind him and looked at the beauty of the car. Suddenly a car swerved by to get the next spot, showering Knockout, his car, and myself in gravel.

"MY FINISH!"

"MY OUTFIT!!"

The two of us cried in unison as we quickly brushed dirt and gravel off the car and my clothes. The car that caused the hysteria rolled down the window revealing a smirking Vik (a bully a bit younger than me) "Are you a plastic or something? Crying about your clothes like that." He asked, gaining chuckles of amusement from the other racers and a few 'ooooooooooohs' from those who had seen me in action. I didn't even stop to think and rushed forward, but sadly he closed the window. I pulled out my switchblade and flicked it open, driving it into the side of the car and dragging it backwards. I then yanked out my blade and stalked over to knockout, relishing the cheers of the onlookers at my attack on Viks car. Upon reaching the knockouts car, in witch he disappeared inside of, I noticed the passenger side window open and slid through it onto the seat.

"What are you doing in here?!" Knockout cried in surprise, I just grinned at him before looking at an angry Vik examining his car. "I want to show lil Vixen that he'll pay for hurting my outfit... and your finish of course!" I successfully swayed him by the time the race was starting and seat-belted as a girl declared GO!!!

Knockout roared off with major speed, we were both yelling at the high that racing gave, the thrill of the danger. Speaking of danger I saw Vixens car out of the corner of my eye and nudged knockout. Once knocks saw where I motioned to a smirk overtook his features, "Knock him off the road Jip?" "no...the guardrail!" Knockout smiled at my proposition, pushing him off the guardrail could hurt him bad... I really didn't care though.

Once we where side-by-side knockout yanked hard on the wheel, sending us smashing into Vik. After a small scuffle I leaned out my window, sitting on the inside of it, and threw the glass bottle of Japanese soda I had been drinking at Viks car. It was a perfect distraction as we used his temporary stall to shove his car over the guardrail. We soon crossed the finish line with me still half out the window yelling from the win.

After the race (and a few victory laps in the desert) I got out of the Austin Marton and bid knockout goodnight and good luck with the scratches on the car.

"Bye knockout, hope to see you around. If I don't get home now Britany will have my head!" I told him as I closed the passenger door. "Same with my friend Breakdown! Maybe I'll see you at another race, I'll still need my lookout." I smiled at what he called me. "Your Knockout and I'm Lookout. I'll look out for danger while you knock em out!" I said, holding in a chuckle as I started my walk home.

...maybe I'll catch the race tomorrow. who knows, I might be needed.

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Done!!! Perfect. Please request! I love to bring people's ideas to life!

Btw, I'll be posting the part three of @AmberVader 's request - Megatron x Amber (herself)-  soon!