""Owww " my whole helm pounded. What did I do to deserve this major processor ache? Better yet what did Hothead and Random do? "I place my servo on my faceplate, and then I notice it. I try not to worry, but that seems impossible. So of course I wait for Hothead to take over with his fury, but he never did. So I'm still alone in the berth. Random hasn't even made a peep.
"I now must come to terms with the facts. I, Blitzwing, am a human. Even though this disgusts me, it is now a fact. Another fact happens to be that Hothead and Random are separated from me. And that I am in an unknown place.
I look around and take in my surroundings. It seems to be dawn from the view through the window. Also, I appear to be in a drab, well furnished bedroom, a bedroom that has an open door.
"I silently get to my pedes,feet, and put them in luxurious fluffy cream slippers that matched my pajamas. I was planning on going silently though the door, but before I took two steps a short human femme walked in the room. She had a smile upon her face plate and a tray full of consumables, I assume, in her hands.
"Don't worry about the other two. They're asleep, but when you finish breakfast you can help me wake up Hothead." Her voice had an unusual accent, like country mixed with something much more posh.
"Who are you? Where am I? And what happened to me?" I ask in my calm slightly monotone voice.
"You get answers when you eat, and not a moment before," she had chocolate curls and creamy skin. Furthermore, she was pointing her finger at me, for some unidentified reason.
"Why?"
"After a short pause the femme says quietly, as though she wished to say something else," I said after you eat and not a moment before."
"Technically you said when you eat, not afterwords." I say, pointing out the obvious.
"I don't see you eating yet. Well do I? Anyways, dear Blitzy you should hurry up, because a( your food will get cold, and b( imagine Hothead's reaction to being a human, and in a bedroom. I kinda still want ta have that room."
"She hands me the tray and walks quickly out the door her hair bouncing with her skipping.
"No Hothead's reaction to this would most defiantly not be pretty. Wait! Did she say 'dear Blitzy' why would she say that?
"In a confused thought I somehow had a utensil in my hand, and food coming towards my mouth. My how good these edibles are! I must ask for the name of this! I wish energon tasted this good.
"Energon, one of the many things I'll never have again unless I somehow stop being human.
"The femme walks back into the room and seems satisfied to see me eating, she then sits right on a gray chair that is next to my velvety blue bed. I wonder if I should ask her what had happened, again, but she starts talking just as I open my mouth.
"What I think happened to you Blitzwing is that you somehow went through a portal to a different dimension, this dimension, and turned to the dominating species of the planet due to either you wouldn't fit thorough the portal, for whatever reason, as a 75 feet tall robot. Or that, from what I know, transformers don't exist in this world, and that you had to exist in order to be here.
" I know what your thinking, 'How could I know who you are or a transformer is with them not existing, here?' The answer is plain and simple. Here The Transformers is a huge franchise made up of toys, movies, cartoons, comics, and etc. I happen to be a fan of this said franchise, and one day while I was driving home I saw a flash of purple light and three different people fall though a completely normal red brick wall.
" I had parked my car and went to see if they were hurt. They weren't but they were knocked out and something about their clothes and how they looked kind of reminded me of my favorite Decepticon, Blitzwing. I didn't think that it really was you, so I searched your pockets and found nothing, no ID, no money, or anything else. But I did find one thing in all of y'all's pockets, and it was a business card marked only with a shiny Decepticon symbol.
"So I concluded the alternative dimension thing I had said earlier , and then, since no one else was there watching, I managed to somehow get all three of you into my small white buggy. It took forever! Anyways I took y'all home, got you guys changed, and put you all in different rooms," she said that last sentence really fast, like Blurr, and her checks had grown a tinge of blue.
"How curious. Blue? " I ask out loud, not being used to be in control of my own head for this long.
Her checks grew more blue, "Yeah it's mutation, like auburn hair, but it is way more rare."
"How much more?" curious about this new dimension I seem to be in, and this strange femme right in front of me.
"I'm the only one that blushes blue, so that's that," she says awkwardly, then she completely drops the subject, "Did you like the strawberry yogurt with whip cream, granola, blueberries, strawberries, bananas, and chocolate?"
"So that's the name of the concoction of sweets I ate. Wait! Did you say that you changed us!?"
"Well, I am a seamstress, and I wanted you guys to be comfy, so I made y'all some pjs, and dressed y'all up. I also wanted to fix your uniforms because they were all torn up and I knew you'd probably would want to wear those once you woke up. I also can't exactly fix them if you were wearing them," she says in a little rant.
"I feel a little disappointment towards myself for no apparent reason, look down and take the clothes in her hands. She walks towards the door, again, and at this point I released that I had not asked her name yet, so I ask and in a second I get my answer.
" Azeneth Fidelia Flores!" How did she end up with that I wonder, but then I released I had a bigger problem on my hands, how did clothes work?
I stare at my shirt for five minutes before I released what a button was. It then promptly took only fifteen minutes to get my shirt off. I soon discovered that I had to do to put on a shirt was the exact opposite way of taking off a shirt, then I continued to get dressed this way, slowly and really confusingly, yet I dared not ask for help because it would show that I needed help, and that I am completely useless here.
About an hour afterwords, I had finally gotten myself dressed properly and was now exploring my room, soon I happened to come upon a mirror and saw my new reflection. Pale skin, blond hair, and blue eyes looked back at me. A stranger in the mirror. A stranger with a sliver monocle; how did I not notice this before? I don't think it's, I mean I'm, bad, but I don't really know a human's expectations are,so who am I to judge? I think I'll try to find Azeneth in a second, but for now I am going to read a little curious book that I happened to come across while I was "exploring ", Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, hopefully it will be entertaining.
After I had finished the book, it was wonderful, I was now pondering on what to do next. I was stuck between two ideas. The first one was for me to go in the halls and try to find her. The second mostly consisted of me sitting here, waiting with nothing productive to do.
I then decide that it would be best for me to try to locate Azeneth, while mapping out my surroundings. With burning curiosity I walk to the door, only to be baffled that there is something there that wasn't there before. On the floor right next to the gray door, was a pair of long black socks with a pair of purple and black boots.
"Strange," I speak out loud, then put on the foot ware, after fighting with it for a bit. I continue my journey and make it to the warm looking hallway all red, brown, and cream. Weird it seems to have no voices in my head. I continue down the path and peek into the first door I happen to see.
Inside of the door happens to be a whole room full of... um.. I actually don't know what this room is full of. I go to one of the many strange and alien containers. It is scarlet and has a white top. I, wondering what is inside, twist the top off and peek inside.
All that was inside was a red runny gooey liquid, horrified I take a step back, was that blood? Am I staying with a murder now that I'm all flesh and blood? I try to calm myself down. I mean there must be another purpose for this dark red solution, then for whatever a random jar full of blood could be used for.
I start to survey the room to see if there are any other clues are there besides Azeneth standing in the doorway.
"So you found my art studio," she says coolly, not knowing of what I had thought of her earlier, better to stay that way. "Come along," she continues, I'll wake up Random, you get Hothead."
{ Azeneth's point of view.}
If my story, somewhere somewhen, was written down, I bet that the reader would most likely wonder why I had picked that I was to awaken Random, and not have Icy do this task instead. My reason, dear hypothetical and imaginary readers, is that I would love to see how Random's face would be when he wakes up. And more importantly, what emotion will it display.
Will it be happy, sad, excited, worried!? I suppose his face could display skittles, but... never mind I would expect nothing less from the one whose name is Random.
Running down the halls, full of excitement, I had not noticed when I had came to the door of Random's, thus I have now just banged my head into the scarlet door. Curse my stupid clumsiness, I had gone a day without bumping into anything too!
After getting to my feet and wiping imaginary dust off my clothes, I cautiously open the door, and to contradict my earlier action, I run though the door. To of'course in brace Randomness!
My fingers reach deep into the depths of my pockets to find what it is that I am seeking for. Once I find it, I hold it close to my face and decide that it should do the trick. So before I have the mind to change it, I press the huge red button on the tiny air horn that I had pulled out of my pocket.
" BUZZZZZZZ!" engulfed the room and soon Blitzwing was up, and promptly sang out, "Where are my energon goodies!? I know there's one around here somewhere!"
"Hi!" I scream, my ears still full of buzzing noses, " Would you like an energon goodie?"
"Yes!"
"Well follow me!"then I raced though the hallway with Blitzwing, Random, trailing behind me, still in his patchwork pjs. I stopped running once I made it to the kitchen I had stopped the race, and of course, because it's me, end up somehow tripping on air and end up on the ground, again. Blitzwing comes over, looks at my little problem, and laughs, so I do the most natural thing I can thing of. I join in the laughter, and soon my tiny room for cooking is full of giggles.
Yet, when I turn to look at Random I see terror on his face, like a large piece of him had broken away from, and that he was looking for it. A second later I see something that I thought I would probably not see in my life. Random crying, not of joy, but of sadness. I then realize what has happened, he found out that Icy and Hothead were not in his head, that part of himself was gone.
I, wondering what to do, do the first thing that pops in my head grab Random, pull him into a hug,and pet his light brown wavy hair, all the while whispering words of comfort. Once he calms down enough, I step away and grab what I had came into the kitchen in the first place for a piece of the best dark chocolate, at least in my opinion, ever!
After I unwrap it, I give the about six feet and a quarter feet tall lonny the candy, tell him it is a energon goodie, and of course he eats it, getting a mess everywhere, except miraculously his dark black mask that looks just like the top part of his face, when he was a transformer I mean. But by the looks of the smile on his face he didn't care 'bout those facts, he was in fact happier than can be, so happy in fact that he is now hugging me.
Sadly, a little voice in my head just said that I had just given Random candy, and probably a sugar rush. Oh slag.
{please review and comment. Tell me your favorite color and soda please! :)}