Untouchable

Chapter 1

     He was still there. Somewhere on the world. But no one knew that. No one knew anything about him. 

     Or maybe they just didn't even care.

     Smokescreen knew he definitely didn't care about himself. Why should he, when other people didn't? So a part of him was still there. He was online his body still driving, working, whatever. But the other part wasn't. The part where his dreams to be a warrior. The part where he was so young, so naive, still believing in the world.

     Well, now that was gone. Faded away, just like he was to the world. Nothing.

     Smokescreen missed those days. Fighting Decepticons, worrying over about stepping on humans. They weren't any easier, but at least he still had hope. He still had something to fight for. He sighed, wishing, for maybe one second, one moment, he could experience that feeling again.

    He wasn't always forgotten. Not at first. Like all the other bots Arcee, Bumblebee, etc. he'd been showered with attention for what he'd done. Okay except Knockout. But to be honest, in his opinion, he didn't deserve it. He'd acted out of his own interest and not in the Autobots. Okay, maybe that wasn't it and he still kind of held a grudge against him. But again, he couldn't care less. Everything, everyone, his life, it was okay.

    Maybe he just wanted attention and was greedy that it died out. That no one cared about him anymore. Maybe he was just as bad as the rest.

    He didn't know who he was enough to decide. After all, he'd changed too much. That bot he once was seemed too far away for him to reach and grasp. For him to remember.

     But really he knew deep down he just wanted someone to say hello to him on the streets of Cybertron. Someone to notice, to remember him. To care enough to say hello to him.

    But he never let anyone, anybody to know that. And he didn't plan on letting them know. He didn't want Arcee or Bulkhead, or the rest to know.

   How much he felt that they didn't care about him. How much it's changed him, affected him. How he felt. How he was gone, and nothing was left of him. How vulnerable he was, deep down. How much he cared. How he was weak. How he kind of wished he joined Bumblebee's team down back at Earth. How he missed being on Earth.

    He hid it all from them. But in reality, he didn't need to. He barely saw them. And even if they knew, would they still care about him?

   So over the past few years, nothing affected Smokescreen. Or so they all believed. That nothing hurt him. That he wasn't weak and was strong enough. Enough to manage it all by himself.

   To them, he was doing okay.

    Not vulnerable like he really was.

    Still there.

    Untouchable.

*Okay so I know this is really bad, but if you did enjoy it please let me know in the comments! And thanks for managing to read all the way down here. I'll try to update as much as possible, but I might quit if this story isn't really thriving, or people aren't enjoying it. Also, I apologize if there are any errors. Anyways, thanks*