Transformers: This Is Crazy

Chapter XX

A/N; *Drumrolls in the background* Aaaaaand, I'm back!!!

I'm back from being MIA! (Missing In Action)

*Puts hand on heart on weeps* I am sorry. So sorry. *Wipes tears away* But I lost track on time and kinda forgot to update.  But here I am!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!

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Crazy

Selena's P.O.V.

    Okay, remember when I said a giant popsicle sounds better than standing in front of a frozen alien robot that may be a Decepticon? Yeah? Well it's true.

He was really tall and big. Almost the same height compared to Optimus Prime.

I'm still questioning how they got this guy in here, underground in the goddamn Hoover Dam!

But just staring up at this tall robot was making me queasy and nauseous. Am I getting sick or does this whole thing come with the package?

Silver or grey is the only color I could describe it. I'm going to call it 'It' just because it's not alive, for now. But ladies and gentlemen, we all know it's the harbinger of destruction, Megatron. Besides calling him 'It', Megatron is not even a good name to describe him. Who would ever name their son like that? Wait, do these aliens even have mom's and dad's or are they just made by a machine that works on some kind of special fuel that gives life?

"Dear God. What is this?" Hon. Mr. Keller said. Oh, he wasn't talking about the underground facility or dark spooky room we were in. He was talking about the giant elephant that stood frozen in place, unresponsive at all.

"We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934." Bob said, turning to stare at us all. He was practically our guide now, just answering our questions and telling us everything he knew about this and that.

Wait, did he say 1934? Oh, those were the years before the Second World War began. Bad times in history I'm telling you and here they were, shipping aliens down in the basement. Wow, very supportive.

"We call him NBE-One." Simmons said, standing next to Bob. He was in that serious mode, with his hands behind his back and standing in attention in a military manner.

I snorted and looked away from him. I really wanted to laugh for they were now naming aliens like if they were Scientific experiments.

Wait, scientific experiments? Oh god, please don't tell me they named Bumblebee as NBE-Two.

"Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but- I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons." And Sam finally speaks up, correcting Simmons and informing Bob. Good job, Sam. You make me so proud.

"Yeah, and he is the harbinger of death and destruction." I said, smirking at Simmons just to make him feel bad. I really wasn't liking him.

There was a short pause and awkward silence as they all drank that in.

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." Bob finally said, staring at me and Sam.

Does that mean that we are famous now? If it does, then I want a jacuzzi for this and a free scholarship. Oh, and add a free, hot boyfriend to the list.