A/N If you actually give this a chance then color me surprised. :V For real, tho, thanks for reading.
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He yawned when he woke up, lamenting the fact he woke up... early? He peeked an eye open and grabbed his phone, squinting when he turned it on and read the time. Yep, ten in the morning. Way too early for a weekend. He mumbled and pushed himself off his bed, knowing that if he didn't get out of bed now he'd probably be there until noon.
Though he wouldn't really mind much.
That's millenneal depression for you.
He did his morning routine... Well, if he was honest he didn't have a morning routine for the weekends. He just usually slept until way past noon and then dragged himself out of bed. At least when he wasn't working on homework for college. He paused when he didn't hear anything else in the house, figuring his family went out. Hopefully they pick up some food. But first, before he tries putting his brain to use... Washroom. Shower. And looking in the fridge for food.
Once he had a sandwich he turned on the coffee machine and ambled over to the living room and turned on the T.V. It took a few moments to focus on the screen, and he grinned when he saw the first movie of Transformers was playing. Bayformers, he preferred to call it. He spent the next half hour watching it, and melting whenever he heard Optimus' voice, because goddamn... what a voice. Just when they were about to head into the Hoover Dam to get the cube the power went out.
He blinked. "The fuck?"
Shuffling over to the window he looked out to see if the power went out for the block. Couldn't tell with the sun out, but no one was in the streets. Hmm...
"Well... shit." He scowled to himself and pulled out his phone to surf the internet.
He frowned when he tried turning on his phone. Dead, too. What the hell? Didn't he charge it? He rubbed the back of his head and frowned in frustration. There was still his laptop. He kept it plugged in all the time. He walked for his room and sighed loudly. Damn useless devices. He should be like Fanzone and complain about machines.
He snickered and grinned at the TFA reference.
He found his laptop and tried turning it on. Emphasis on "tried." He furrowed his brows when it didn't turn on, even thought he knew he had it plugged in all night. It should be fully charged. Unless it was broken? He scowled to himself and punched his carpeted floor. That meant he'd have to save up and buy a new one.
He paused.
And stared at his hand.
No pain.
Sure, he had a carpet, but he should still feel something. But he felt nothing. He touched his right hand with his left and frowned. He still felt nothing. Mild panic started to settle in. He chuckled nervously and stood up. He just... needed a distraction. He can talk to his parents about this, right? Yeah... yeah, he can do that. He was probably still half asleep.
He frowned and closed his eyes tightly when he could hear voices from outside. Wow, someone didn't know how to lower their voices.
His parents wanted him to read some more, even though he read fanfictions(though he'd never tell them that), so he walked over to the shelf in the living room and grabbed a random book. Something about... romance. He gagged and tossed it to the side before he found one he thought that he'd like and settled down on the couch. Though, try as he might, he couldn't seem to concentrate on the words.
He furrowed his brows and tried to re-read it several times before he gave up.
In a fit of frustration he threw the book to the floor and crossed his arms. He wasn't pouting, he was just mildly brooding. He pursed his lips before pausing and looking at the book on the ground. It was quiet in the room, while the people outside only seemed to get louder.
He didn't hear it make a noise.
He should've heard something hitting the floor, but he heard... nothing. He gave a little panicked laugh and got off the couch to crouch before the book. Picking it up and dropping it again produced no sound. Nothing. Okay... his little mild panicking turned into full out panicking. He stood up and rushed towards his room, intending to get his jacket and go out to find his parents. Doesn't matter that he didn't know where they were, he'd find them himself. Or hell, he'll go to the hospital. Plan made, he almost reached his room when he found himself on the floor.
This wasn't good, right?
"It has outlived its' usefulness."
What was that? He managed to turn himself on his back, feeling a sharp burning on the back of his neck. Eyes screwed shut he tried again and again to push himself up to no avail.
"What should we do with it, sir?"
"It doesn't benefit us to keep it. Throw it out."
"Yes, sir."
Who was talking so loud? He grabbed his head and gave a loud groan of pain when the burning increased. He could hear beeping before...
Nothing.
If he was honest it felt like someone just... tossed him onto the ground. He didn't feel so good. He felt... hungry. And sore. He felt sore everywhere. He opened his eyes to find himself face first in the dirt. The fuck? It took a few tries to push himself up and observe his surroundings.
He found himself at a dump site, surrounded by big piles of garbage.
He stared at the garbage surrounding him with disgust before he pushed himself onto his feet. Where was he? How did he even get here? Did his parents know he was here? He widened his eyes and covered his nose. The smell from the garbage was potent. Who the hell was cruel enough to drag him out of his house and dump him here? He quickly got out of there, finding that something was wrong. Okay, everything was wrong. But something just felt off.
Once he was gone from there he reached up and rubbed the back of his head. The burning was gone, at least. He walked along the dirt road and looked around curiously. Was he even close to home?
He should find someone to help him.
But the dirt road seemed to go on for miles, and he saw no vehicles.
"Motherfucker," He quietly cursed whoever thought it was a good idea to just toss him at a dump site. "I'll find the bastard and punch him."
He snorted. Who was he kidding? He didn't have a mean bone in his body. Canadian through and through.
Wait a second...
Now he realized why everything felt weird.
He stopped walking and stared at the tree next to him. It still towered over him but it felt... shorter... He furrowed his brow in confusion and reached forward to touch it, like he was supposed to feel what was wrong. And immediately screamed when he saw his hand.
He brought it close to his face, eyes bugging out when he saw...
Mechanical hands.
He had mech hands.
Hands for robots.
Robot hands.
Screw it.
All the panic he was feeling today came out in a high-pitched scream that went on for a full minute. He had brought his arms close to his body and screamed and then suddenly stopped. He was scared to look down. He knew he had to, but he really didn't want to. Slowly, he dragged his eyes down and screamed when he saw his mech hands went with his mech body. He noted he was red with light orange accents, but all he focused on was that he was... was...
"I'm a robot!" He screamed and covered his robot head with his robot hands.
He was a robot... An actual robot. A robot with a robot heart. Or did robots even have hearts? He was the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz!
"If this is a dream, I'd really like to wake up now!" He yelled and sprinted over to the lake he saw.
He felt... slow. Big. Kinda fat.
Once he got to the water he leaned over it and stared at his reflection. He stared at the two antennae on his head, his big, wide yellow... optics? He saw how horrified he looked. Good, that's how he should look because that's how he feels. He touched his face, noting that he seemed to be beat up and was scratched everywhere(including his face), trying to hyperventilate but finding that it didn't feel like hyperventilating. Hehe... ventilating. He gave a loud, fake laugh.
"What's going on...?"
Where were his parents? They'd be confused and horrified if they saw him like this. They'd be printing missing posters everywhere and feeling confused when a big robot tries to claim he's their son.
He held his hands out. "'If you find any information on our son please contact us,'" He laughed nervously, trying to guess what they'd print on the missing poster. Great, he felt close to a mental breakdown. "'His name is...'"
He paused for a long while.
He stared at his hands and furrowed his brows.
...Why couldn't he seem to remember his name...?
Great, he was panicking again. He took deep breaths, though they weren't actually doing anything for him. There was a throbbing in his chest, like he actually had a heart pumping blood, but that was it. It sure felt like a panic attack, so that was a small relief? He leaned over the water again to stare at his image, trying to come to terms that he was actually seeing what he was seeing, when he saw what was on his chest. Chestplate? Whatever.
He frowned and touched the emblem.
...Was that a fucking Autobot symbol?
Animals everywhere ran away from the area when he fell over, having fainted from too much shock.
Hope you enjoyed. :V
