Unnaturally Beautiful (Soundwave x Reader)

!Chapter 1¡

Chapter 1 - Real loneliness

"Where are we going?" You question with a tip of your head, looking at the rearview mirror which seemed to be his eyes for now.

"Stop asking questions and shut up." He retorts with a growl and speeds up his pace down the sandy roads.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, eyeing the radio that was now torn up because of your stomping. One of the speakers were busted in, a few buttons knocked out of their place holders. You did a pretty good job at pushing his buttons, or should you say, breaking them all together. Literally.

"Can I at least know what your god forsaken name is? I'll call you something really stupid." You challenge, using your dirty fingerprints to draw circles on his tinted window.

"You don't need to know. And stop smudging my window." He blows you off yet again.

"Hm? What shall I call you? Ah! I know. Mr. Prissy is your new name." You point out with a cheeky smile. Your seat starts to heat up at his anger and the fans kick on.

"Fine. It's Knockout. Now could you please be quiet?" He pleads with the most childish sounding voice.

You inhale a bunch of air, ready to blast out more childish song lyrics. That is, until he cuts you off.

"Someone open the Ground-bridge!"

A little bit down the road, maybe a mile or so, a huge swirling portal of different colors, mostly red, block the path. Knockout didn't seem to stop, nor did he even slow down. In fact, he started to speed up to the point you were hanging onto the black leather seat for your precious life. When you both are about to pass through, you dip your head down into your hands and squeeze your eyes closed. Nausea washes over you like a tsunami, your hand cupping over your mouth to keep the vomit that wanted to come up.

You feel Knockout's car body shift around your body and listen to the mechanical whirs and rubbings. When you feel everything go still, you peek open a glossy eye to see Knockout holding you on his silver palm. His crimson colored eyes search your face for fear but all he got was excitement and a little uncertainty. You weren't scared at all. Actually, you found everything so new and interesting. It was like a really long field trip.

"Welcome to the Nemesis. This is where you will die." Knockout smirks cockily at you while your eyes scan around the large... ship?

"Thanks for that warm welcome, prick." You sneer at him.

He ignores your comment and continues out of the room and into a hallway outlined with a dark purple color. Many other robots passed by, their heads turning to look ad you cuddled up to yourself on the medics palm. You bring your knees up to your chest and flinch at every little stare. You felt overwhelmed with many different emotions. At any moment, any of these robots could crush you and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It made you feel extremely intimidated. Who wouldn't be?

"You're about to meet Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. If you want to live, I suggest you hold that tongue of yours." Knockout warns, walking up to a larger sized door.

He steps on a pressure plate in front of the door and it slides open, giving access to your quite rude captor. You hiss quietly at Knockout, knowing that you were not going to keep your mouth shut. If they kill you, who cares? You kind of care. More the less.