Street Racer Darling |:| Knockout X reader

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~Your POV~

     I started polishing the finish I came to adore. I just couldn't help it! Knockout IS the car! I had asked what he was, and he said a sentient being from the planet Cybertron which had been destroyed by a civil war between the Autobots and the Decepticons. I asked him which side he was on... I'm still asking which side he was on. All he ever says is 'does it really matter?' or 'just keep polishing.' I don't know if he's touchy about it, or doesn't want to risk the negative reaction, which makes no sense to me considering if he's a bad guy he really wouldn't care, and if he's a good guy than there would be nothing to worry about. He is overly confusing, and full of himself.

         "Anything on the next race yet?" Knockout asked through his radio.

         "No, they probably won't send us an invitation."

         "WHY?!"

I just stared at his side mirror with that 'why-are-you-even-asking-that-question?' look.

         "I don't know," I started sarcastically, "Maybe it's because we've won every race for the last, oh let me see... one, two... add the nine... ELEVEN RACES!"

         "Twelve. Twelve races."

     This was giving me a headache. Changing the subject, I asked if there was any more of his kind, a subject I stayed away from in case he was the last of his kind. I didn't like asking now, but it seemed the only way to stay out of the impending argument we were falling into.

         "No, I'm not, though sometimes I wish I were."

         "Aw, why's that?"

         "Let's just say that where I live, the only reason why I'm there is to personally baby sit a technically dead Decepticon."

         "So you're a bad guy?"

He let it slip. Helps that he likes to complain... Now I wonder why I didn't try this earlier.

         "Well, um, uh, I'm-"

         "Don't try to hide it you cherry, ya let it slip, so now I know."

     I thought he might just drive off, leaving me alone, but instead he just sat there in silence while I polished his passenger door. I was done now, so I put the things away, telling him he could leave, yet he stayed without a word. I said goodnight as I left for my apartment. Getting into bed, I looked out my window to find Knockout still sitting there, silent, like his own life... well, Spark, as I had learned earlier on, was snuffed out, and no longer in the world of the living.

     I awoke to, not my alarm clock, not birds chirping near my window (which annoys the heck outta me), but huge rumbles shaking me to my very core, and an unnatural sight. What was once my bedroom somehow became a large room, bigger than any room I had ever seen! Looking to my right, I saw a giant computer-looking thing, big enough for Knockout. To my left, another huge computer, and behind me... I shivered as I looked upon the bot Knockout claimed to be 'babysitting'. I whipped around quickly as I heard the door in front of me open. That's when I realized how high I was compared to normal human height.

         "Glad to see you're awake."

Knockout came into the room, his finish still looking as if I had just got done polishing it. I sat up on the table, a huge table too, and smiled.

         "So, is this where you live?"

         "Yep, and you'll be my little prisoner."