My alarm blared from beside me, and I groaned as I reached over to shut it off.
"What the fuck!" I exclaimed before launching myself out of bed and at my phone.
I fell to the carpeted floor with a thud and shut the annoying sound off.
Something felt off as I began to wake up more.
The carpet was supposed to be red, but the stuff I was laying on was dark blue.
I looked around disoriented before realizing that I was no longer in my room.
Memories that I deemed were not my own, began to fill my head as I jumped to my feet.
Looking down, I realized I was still in the outfit I put on for bed, but I had tanner skin.
I flexed my arms and realized my muscles were more visible too.
"Casey, come on, we got to go!" A familiar voice shouted before my door was flung open.
I locked eye contact with Jack Darby from Transformers, and my breath hitched in my throat.
"Uhh, where are we going?" I asked timidly as realization began to settle in.
"You are going backpacking with Roscoe," He laughed before leaving me to my thoughts without another word.
"Shit," I muttered.
'I wish I were in a different dimension,' The memory came back to me and I groaned.
"Fuck," I muttered and looked out of my open window.
Outside, a familiar Camaro sat with a motorcycle and hummer.
"Fuck my life, I'm in Transformers," I gasped and went over to where my memory showed I kept a hiking bag.
As I thought about what was happening, I packed all of my climbing gear and some extra supplies along with it.
"Okay, what time am I in?" I questioned out loud as I threw the bag over my shoulder.
I changed into a different set of clothes and hurried to the garage door.
I slipped on my military boots and marched into the garage where my white jeep awaited my presence.
"This can't be real," I said as I jumped in.
Throwing the jeep into reverse, I sped out of the driveway and down the road.
Memories of the Autobots going to the base came to mind, which gave me an idea.
'If I really am in an alternate dimension, I need to figure out what episode and how I'm supposed to play my role,' I admitted mentally.
"Shit on a stick!" I shouted and punched my horn.
The jeep gave an almighty beep as I turned off-road.
I began sketching out a mental plan as I got closer to the base.
Phase 1.) Climb to the top of the base mountain
Phase 2.) Hack into Ratchet's system and leave a warning
Phase 3.) Figure out the time stamp
Phase 4.) Play my role and get out!
Easy, four-phase plan.
Wait, one more thing.
Phase 5.) Avoid Decepticons at all cost!!!
I groaned distastefully but gaped in awe as the mountain covered my vehicle in a shadow.
I pulled up to the mountain, directly against the rock, and got out with my stuff.
Climbing onto the hood of my jeep, I made sure everything was adequately attached before jumping for the first ledge.
My fingers barely graze the ledge, but I managed to find a steady grip.
I looked around quickly for the next ledge and jumped to it.
Doing this for around four hundred more times, I began getting closer to the top.
My fingers ached tiredly as my body began to wear out.
"Almost there," I panted as I pulled myself up another ledge.
As I was climbing, I was still trying to determine whether or not this was a dream.
The pain running through my body indicated that this might not be a dream, but at the same time, Transformers are not real.
I tried to reason, but my mind couldn't create any other reason for me being where I am now.
Thankfully, my fingers grasped onto the mountain top ledge, and I was able to pull myself up and collapse against the warm sand.
My lungs wheezed in agony as I sat against a rock after taking my bag off.
I pulled my water bottle out and chugged half of the, still chilled, water.
The water soothed the burning in my throat, and I leaned against my knees while watching the sun begin to set.
"Country roads, take me home, to the place where I belong," I sang softly.
The suns orange rays displayed across the sky gave me a sense of yearning for the night to fall.
The farther the sun fell, the colder the air became.
"Shit," I muttered as I realized I never packed a sleeping bag.
I groaned but decided instead of sulking I could pull an all-nighter.
'Wait, if Jack woke me up this morning, how is it already night?' I mentally questioned.
My phone pinged with a message from my pocket, and I pulled it out to see it was from Jack.
'Hanging with some friends, what are you up to?' It said, and I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.
I quickly realized that despite not noticing anything unusual, they were definitely watching me.
I ran a bunch of ideas through my head before picking out one of the worst.
Trust me, it's terrible.
'If I told you, you wouldn't believe me,' I sent back, and within moments my phone pinged with another message,
'Tell me.' Was all it said and I let out a deep breath,
'I was kidnapped by giant robots yesterday, and some dude named Megatron nearly killed me!' I sent and counted down on my fingers until he called me.
I picked up the call but said nothing.
"C, what happened?" He questioned shakily, and I sighed.
I had to play fearful but curious without giving away what I know.
"Buttscreamer kidnapped me while I was climbing and brought me to a giant ship in the sky, megadouche threatened me by saying I needed to give him an autoboot location," I lied perfectly with fake tears welling in my eyes.
I wiped off the tears and began shaking.
"I'm coming to get you," He stated, and people in the background began arguing.
I internally cheered as I realized they would likely take me in but faking over the phone and on camera is easier than in person, in front of people I respect.
'Fuck," I thought terrified as I hung up the phone.
The realization of everything hit me, and a loud scream left my mouth.
The ground shook beneath me as I couldn't stop screaming.
Something hard collided with the back of my head and my world turned black.
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Transformers One-Shots{Finished}
FanfictionOptimus Prime Ratchet Bumblebee Crosshairs Hound Arcee Elita-1 Chromia Ironhide Jazz Ultra-Magnus Smokescreen Wheeljack Drift Bulkhead or any Decepticons! Requests open!!! Sorry about the shitty cover I started this in 2016 so I was 13