Viviane's Diary, a transformers fanfic

I Classified Location I

RESIDENTIAL QUARTERS

Knock, Knock.

"Viviane!"

No answer, strange. I knocked again, but the door slowly creaked open. Doors don't open by themselves, unless it's powered by tech. In this case, it seemed like she forgot to secure her door. I didn't want to trespass but I couldn't help myself. Inviting myself in, I looked around her room, the standard quarter organized in a professional way.

The right corner was outfitted with a bed, nearby a dresser filled with tidied various books ranging from atlases to history. On the left, a mini refrigerator was facing the lower right. How she was special enough to have one of those I don't know, but I could build one of my own. Walking in further, on the right, a door leading into a bathroom. Quite obviously, Viviane wasn't inside.

Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. I was going to leave, but a worn out book caught my attention. Looking around, I walked towards the desktop, picking up the object. Viviane's Diary. Above the custom made title the word NOT was written above in-between. Diary was also scratched through. I felt myself proceeding to open the book, but stopped. I berated the action, but I've come too far.

So finally, I opened Viviane's NOT Diary.

So I finally got to go in the study room. It was really weird. You can actually feel all the history… I flipped page to page, skimming each one very briefly. As I continued, I noticed all the long hopeful entries turn into short pessimistic ones.

My work and personal life is all the same nowadays. The accident with Charles has everyone (including my family) teasing me about my love life. How annoying.

I find myself stopping by the study, but can't seem to step inside. My mother finally asked me about my work. Probably just to play with me.

Time to plan my lessons, the topic of the day: magic. Such folly if you ask me.

Magic. Doesn't. Exist.

Dragons. Does. Not. Exist.

Why can't anyone see that?

My car was oddly unlocked. Need to be more careful.

At this point the newer fresh entries click into place, and how she'd had the time to write these down confused me.

I was kidnapped by my own car, apparently my father cared about me more than I thought. The English Lord Sir Edmund Burton pitches the idea of the nonexistent magic. But with the twist that the magic was actually alien tech. The concept was conceivable.

And another thing, there was this guy. A Mr. Cade… Yeager. A self-proclaimed inventor who didn't invent anything. Turns out he was a last knight. A knight who didn't even know the qualities of a knight. How shameful. And shockingly, I'm related to the "wizard" Merlin. It was the funniest thing I heard all day, but the robotic butler Cogman proved me wrong.

Viviane follows Merlin.

I alone can control the staff.

The HMS Alliance was a transformer. A female one. Should I be surprised anymore?"

Post Event

My first encounter with Autobot leader Optimus Prime was rather frightening. The OOC Prime threatened my life for the staff. Mr. Cade made me give it to him.But he regained his senses somehow, and with his command, I was the sole human who had the power to save the world.

"When all seems lost, a few brave souls, can save everything we've ever known." I said it was bullshit. Who knew, my own words betraying me.To be quite honest, in the end, I felt something for Mr. Cade. Don't know if he feels the same. Probably does. He was an… ok kisser.

And the girl, Izabella, looks like she'll be apart of my new family. Along with the (admittedly) adorable Sqweeks.

It's been a few weeks since we moved here, and I stil-

"Mr. Cade!"

Instinctively, I stopped reading, my focus being attracted by the now present Viviane Wembly. "Oh, it's not what it looks like…"

"Well what does it look like?"

I looked down at the book.

"At long as you didn't read my earlier entries. But if I find you alone in my room again, I'll get Sqweeks on you."

I chuckled, "What can innocent Sqweeks do?"

Viviane grabbed my arm and ushered me out. "Did you forget? Sqweeks has a Decepticon arm. I heard it transforms into this rather big cannon."

"Oh."