A/N: Yep, I'm jumping on the bandwagon! Transformers toys come to life and by some twist of fate, they end up with me as their 'host'. I'm sorry, I just love all of those kinds of stories! It'll be a bit OOC so if you have any suggestions on making them better, please let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own any copyrighted items featured in this story. Everything belongs to their respective owner.


My name is Lalena Wong. I am 14 years old, and I live on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I am also, as they say on the mainland, a Trans-fan. I love anything Transformers and since we're isolated, I'm pretty much limited to shopping online for that stuff. But one day, I went to Target.

The first thing I always do when I go to any store is check out if they have any Transformers that I really wanted. And I saw the ones that I wanted. It was the Transformers: Animated Prowl and Jazz in different packages. They are my absolute favorites of the entire franchise. I looked at the price tag. They were $9.99 each. But using the coupon I had, That went down to about $6.59 each.

'Let's see. $13 divided by 2 Autobots equals... $7 each. Awesome deal.' I thought to myself while I was standing in line.

My dad drove home and left my to my devices in my room. I quickly ripped them out of their packages and set them on the shelf. And for the rest of the day, I just sat there, staring at them. And they just stared back. I think I was waiting for something to happen, but then my sedatephobia(fear of silence) got to me and went to get my clarinet and practice for no reason except to dispel the silence.


That night, just before I fell asleep, I heard something moving around in my room. At first, I just thought it was one of my parents coming to check up on me. But the sound originated from the opposite of the door. I lazily got up and walked up to the shelf. What I saw would forever mess up the monotony of my life.

My new Transformers action figures were sitting Indian-style and conversing with each other. In English. In all honesty, I can proudly say that I did not scream at the top of my lungs. I did, however, say this in a hysterical whisper: "What on Earth is going on here?"


A/N: I really do have sedatephobia. It just creeps me out.

What do you think? I plan on just adding the Autobots that come to life to my "monotonous" life.

Which, honestly, my life is very boring as of late. Well, as boring as the last week of school gets.

Please review! This story is seriously boring and needs your revisions!