Robots Plus Your Backyard | Transformers

2 | Goin' Home

A/N; Proof Read. :)
11/24/18
(Re-editing)

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Sam

The Camaro dad bought me was not as crappy as I thought. I mean, it did break down on me, and Mikaela said some mechanical things about the engine. But, she's impressed! And the car still works too so that's a plus.

I'm thinking of picking up mechanics now, for myself of course. Parking my car in the small garage, I take the keys out. Still questioning the weird logo on the wheel, I drum my fingers on the handle, and hop out.

Slamming the door shut, I head inside. Mom and Dad were both drinking wine at the couch and-

"No. No, no! Mom! Dad! Not on the couch. . . Please. . ." The event was not for youthful eyes or ears.

Rubbing my eyes, I groggily, head for the stairs. Ready to scrub my eyes out with soap for what I just witnessed.

"Oh! Sammie! Dinners in the fridge!"

Huffing, I head to the fridge like Mom told me. Taking out some pasta in a container, I spoon out a good amount on a paper plate.

Throwing the plate in the microwave, I set the time and sat at the island of the kitchen. The microwaved beeped after a minute, getting dinner, I ate silently to myself hearing mom and dads murmmers in the background.

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Tossing and turning.

Repeat.

Tossing and turning.

Repeat, times a hundred.

Then I founnd a nice comfortable firm spot to sleep on passing out. More like just for only a second.

Then I hear the car start up. First things that crosses my mind, Someone is taking the car. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded but, it was my first car, and I know for a fact, Dad wouldn't buy me another. Dammit!

Gasping, I jumped out of bed in pajamas, sprinting like hell, slipping on my shoes, and grabbing Dads bike. Before leaving, I try to alert Mom and Dad.

"Dad! Mom! Call the cops!"

Groaning, I exhaled trailing behind at a great length. Running after the stray Camaro, I hop on the bike, peddling as if my life depended on it.

"That's my car! Stop!"

Calling the cops myself on my phone. I take a deep breath, then yell into it,
"911? Hello? Someone just stole my car!"

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Casey

Learning about Breaklight the Minicon, he told me more about said planet, Cybertron. It sounded like Hell, a war between two factions, Autobots and Decepticons. And Minicons are basically almost extinct. I sympathized for the small robot.

Taking a closer view of him, he had "eyes", not really, more like visors that were a soft shade of a warm white hue, he'd rather not remove them to show me his "eyes". For some reason he never told me.

He described it like a comparison between himself and a Decepticon he once knew who had eyes like his, his name was Soundwave. He who had a large amount of minicons with him. Along with his mouth guard, he had a preference to keep it up at most times.

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Exhaling worned out, I lean forward, cradling my head on the counter. It was Friday, so I didn't have to worry too much about going to sleep early.