Transformer Preferences

Meeting: Optimus

You had taken a step outside the garage, needing a breath of air that didn't smell like gasoline and metal. Not that you ever complained about it anymore, you had grown used to the smell. The sun was starting to set and the sky started turning colors of pink and blue that reminded you of cotton candy.

Glancing to the left you noticed a blue and red peterbilt truck that had definitely seen better days. 'I've never seen that there before' you thought.

You turned to look back at the shop and saw that nothing was currently being worked on as the busy atmosphere came to a pause as the store only had an hour left until closing. Deciding that no one needed you at the moment you decided to walk towards the truck.

"Hey there big-rig" You said softly as you approached it.

Noticing a weird looking symbol on the grill you touched it, thinking it looked like a strange robotic face. You walked around the truck taking in the damage.

There were many dents, all in different sizes, all along the truck. There were deep cuts on it that couldn't have been caused by any plain knife. There were also strange roundish black marks on it. 'Scorch marks?' You thought and walked back to your original spot in the front of the giant truck.

'Maybe it was vandalized? No one could get such bad damage on their car, no matter how bad of a driver they were. With so much damage, the owners have quiet the hefty price to pay. Maybe the owners can't afford it and abandoned it,' you thought, trying to come up with a possible reason for the truck being here.

You smiled as you turned around and walked towards the garage to retrieve your tool box. Your dad, who owned the shop, had fixed cars in the past free of charge for people who were struggling with money, so why not take the repair of this big-rig into your own hands. You retrieved the tool box and walked back to the truck and proceeded to repair it as best you could.

Time Skip

The sun had disappeared and you were working with the light of the dim stars and your small flash light. You had your flash light placed in your mouth as you used both hands as you removed the dents. You repainted parts of the cab that had the scorch marks on it and then looked over the undercarriage and engine incase anything had become loose while the paint dried. You even washed it before you applied the paint. It had been eight hours after your shop had closed and barely any cars were out now.

You checked the time on your phone as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. 'Just another hour before sunrise,' you thought as you looked to where the sun would be coming up.

You put your tools back in your tool box and did one last look over of the truck before taking out a notepad you stuck in your back pocket and wrote a small note on it to whoever the owner was.

You wrote: I couldn't help but notice how badly damaged your big-rig was and decided to fix what I could. I hope it suits you better now.

Afterwards, you ripped the note off and climbed up the big tire to place the note under the windshield whipper. You climbed back down and walked back towards the repair shop with a sleepy, yet content, smile on your face.

Time Skip

After sleeping in after staying up until 4 in the morning you changed into your clothes for the day and then got into your (f/c) gmc pickup truck and drove down to the auto repair shop. After getting there, you got out and looked to where the peterbilt truck was and noticed that it was gone.

You smiled to yourself, 'I guess the owner came back for it. I hope they were content with the repairs'

You walked into the shop and started your shift

Time Skip

You had stayed until the shop closed again today and were locking up the door to the shop and about to head home.

"Have a nice rest of your night (Y/N)!" Billy, a coworker, called out. You waved back and walked to where your car was parked.

You were shocked to find a peterbilt truck, the same one from yesterday, parked next to your car. You walked over to it.

"What are you doing back here big-rig," you said and got onto the side step of the passenger side and peered into the tinted windows.

"Hello."

You jumped as a deep voice came from the truck and fell to the ground. You looked around wondering if it was the owner but didn't see anyone. You shake your head, thinking you were hallucinating until you heard the voice again.

"Are you alright Miss?" Came the same voice. The strangest part to you was you thought you heard the voice coming from the truck.

"The truck...it's talking?" You said in shock.

"I would like to thank you for the repairs yesterday," the truck said as the passenger door opens. You get up and debate going into the talking truck.

'This thing could be dangerous for all I know...but if it was, it would've done something to me yesterday when I was repairing it.'

You take a deep breath and step into the truck and the door closes behind you. "So...you're alive? Are you some sort of smart car?" You asked looking at the interior.

"I am not man-made. I am not even from earth," the talking truck explained. Your eyes widen at the news.

'So he's an alien?'

"I've never heard of alien cars. Why are you telling me this?" You asked.

"As thanks. I was on patrol when I had been ambushed and had to retreat after sustaining such damages. I lost them by the time I had stopped by your shop, and not a minute later, you had stepped out and then came walking up to me," the alien truck explained.

"Oh. Well I'm glad that I was able to help you," you said and smiled.

"I would like to repay you in some way for your help," he said.

"Oh, no no. There is no need to repay me, I was simply doing my job, in a way," you said.

"It would please me if I can repay you in some way," he said.

"Well...I guess," you replied.

"There is a piece of paper on my dashboard with a phone number on it. It is the number of a man named William Fowler. If you are ever in any kind of trouble, please call him and he will be able to help," he said.

You looked at the dashboard and picked up the paper with the number on it. "Thank you. I'll be sure to call him if I am ever in need of help," you replied as you stuck the paper into your pocket. You went to leave but his voice stopped you.

"I would like to know your name before you leave."

"Oh! I can't believe I forgot. My names (Y/N) (L/N)," you introduced.

"And my name is Optimus Prime," he said.

"It was nice meeting you Optimus Prime. I hope to see you again," you said as you slipped out of the truck.

"And I hope to see you again as well," Optimus relied before driving off.