Living in Transformers Prime

Get out of my dream!

“I’m Tailgate.” The mainly white Autobot with blue flames on his armor said. His optics were green not blue.

I stood stoically. There’s a slagging ghost in my dream; he needs to get out.

“Get out of my dream!” I said, actually capable of seeing in this dream. “I want to enjoy my eyesight.”

The Mech, who resembled Cliffjumper, laughs while shaking his helmet.

“I didn’t figure this.” TailGate said. “You are the selfish type.”

When you don’t have eyes, you want to enjoy having them back as much as you can.

“Get  out!” I yell at him. “Or else I will kill you worse than Airachnid did.”

The dead Autobot appears to be amused, of all things!

“Relying on threats to get what you want?” Tailgate questions me. “That’s rude to ask a dead guy,” Tailgate moves his large foot forwards. “Who’s been offline for longer than you’ve been around.”

 “Hey!” My hands went into fists.  Jeeze this guy knows the right buttons to push. “Using your death as an excuse is immoral and very disturbing. Death is not fair, but using it as an argument for ‘relying on threats to what I want’ is unfair.”

Tailgate shook his helmet.

“Why do you hold around a machine that is a spoon with a screen?” TailGate asks.

I look down to my right hand that is holding this really weird machine. Technically it is a weird spoon with a wide screen and glowing buttons. So this is what my IDS looks like to everyone else. Heck, glad I can’t see what reactions are coming from people.

 “I don’t have optics.” I said. “They were stolen.”

TailGate, a dead Autobot, doesn’t seem to believe me.

“You are a joking.” TailGate said.

 I stare at him.  The tall Autobot who made me feel smaller and in awe to his alien gigantic robot appearance.

“Oh, so you are not joking.” TailGate took my glare for serious.

“I demand you get outta my dream.” I said, pointing the other way. “I have some really odd dream to finish; I wanna know what happens next.”

“I’m a ghost.” TailGate said. “So your odd dream-- usually made by what happened in megacycles you had been awake—is over.”

My hands relax from their grip.

“Why are you in my dream?” I had to resort into calm and wary attitude.

TailGate shrugs.

 “I don’t know anymore.” TailGate claims.

I sigh, folding my arms.

“Liar.” I said, my eyes narrowing at the Autobot.

There is a period of silence between us. I saw a squirrel go after a raccoon holding a bunch of nuts.For a first in the name of comedy I hadn’t witnessed a moment like that in any comedy movie out there in the world of film making and media. Pearly, white gates were behind a vast assortment of trees. Perhaps the memory of describing gates has gotten the best of me. A tear randomly comes up in my eye—where the slag am I getting this emotional? I wipe it off.