Hi, guys! FourthWallBreaker here!
After poking around on the FF website for a few years, now, I've come across a few stories that have gotten my interest - mainly, those little fics where characters from our world get thrown into a TF dimension - both mech and femme (Crystal Prime, Sci-fifan95, journal129, Wrecker Radioactive, FireRose Prime, I'm lookin' at you!). So, I'm gonna pull something similar, yet different.
For one thing, the people who get pulled through? 6 young adults - 3 boys, 3 girls. Some are blood-related siblings, but not all of them.
For another thing, I'm not considering pairings...yet. That may end up popping up sometime down the line, but not right at this very moment.
And thirdly, well...the world's gonna be a little bit different from the ones that the femmes and mech listed above are using. Let's just say...I'm aiming for my own universal stream. ;)
I can't guarantee that this one's going to be a regular customer for updates, but I hope you guys enjoy it when I get around to putting chapters up!
All right, fellas, you know the drill - this author don't own anythin' except for her six little OCs! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 - The Disaster
Aria didn't know what exactly she had been expecting when she had woken up to the sound of the tornado siren. She knew that a thunderstorm was passing through - not really all that big of a deal, now that she really thought about it - but when the siren went off, well...everyone seemed to get into a panic about it, and that made her nervous.
The nineteen-year-old quickly slipped out of bed and dropped to the floor, glancing at the bunk bed that was below hers. When she saw that her sister was already up, she quickly grabbed a red jacket that had flames on the ends of the sleeves before dashing out of the bedroom in sweatpants, a black T-shirt with the red Autobot symbol on it, and bare feet.
It wasn't too long before the dark-haired teenager managed to reach the basement of the large house, joining the others on the concrete floor.
"I didn't think that we were supposed to get tornadoes in this area," Aria commented nervously to the others. Her fingers twitched, and she noticed with some relief that her laptop and a small number of her books were sitting down on the floor nearby.
"They only just announced it." The eldest of the group - a young man in his early twenties - shook his head in disappointment. "You'd think that the weather guys would have a better handle on keeping track of the weather. I just hope that Mom and Dad aren't caught in it."
There were nods of agreement from the others - six teenagers and young adults varying in age from 23 to 18. Not all of them were related by blood, but they were close enough that it was hard enough to tell who was and who wasn't.
"It's probably just another false alarm," commented a twenty-year-old boy with green eyes. "That's all we usually ever get, isn't it?"
"Not all the time," Aria responded. "We were nearly hit with one almost two years ago, remember?" She started to slowly inch her way over to her laptop and the books before picking up one of the novels and opening it up to a bookmark with what looked like a certain Autobot leader's head stuck to the top of it.
"Well, yeah, but-" the nineteen-year-old boy looked at Aria with an expression of surprise. "Don't tell me you're still into that stuff?"
"Well, why not, Matt?" Aria looked up from the book in her hands and glared at the green-eyed teen. "I happen to like this new stuff that they've been coming out with; I don't see why I can't keep re-reading this stuff. It's really good!"
Matt looked like he was about to issue a retort, but the twenty-three-year-old quickly got between the two of them.
"Is this really the best time for that?" he asked, looking between the two of them. "We've got the threat of a tornado hanging over our heads; I'm not going to kick either one of you out to cool off."
Aria ducked her head at the rebuke, looking somewhat embarrassed at the statement.
Matt sighed irritably, but nodded in defeat. "Right; sorry, Aaron."
Aria's dark-haired older brother gave a nod of approval. "I know that the two of you are pretty close, but why you decide to argue about Transformers is anyone's guess."
"He just thinks I should have grown out of liking the older stuff by now," Aria muttered from behind her book. "And that I shouldn't read my novels over and over again to death."
"I think that they can be pretty cool," spoke up a twenty-year-old boy - this one had a light shade of hazel for eyes, and his hair was almost a honeyed brown. "When they're not rewatched to death, that is."
"I'll have you know that I happen to like rewatching the episodes," Aria retorted, looking up from her book again. "Especially the recent ones! Transformers: Prime is awesome!"
"I'm not disagreeing with you." The hazel-eyed teenager held up his hands, then motioned to his own shirt, where Optimus Prime was standing, looking like he was ready for a fight. "It's just that I don't go as far as you do."
Aria frowned like that, but then she gave a sigh. "I guess I do go too far sometimes, don't I?" She gave a slightly sheepish grin.
"You haven't gone as far as some people back in school," another voice spoke up - a eighteen-year-old girl with bright blue eyes and hair the color of wet tree bark. "I think that one of my classmates went dressed as Primus for Halloween once." She made a face at the memory.
"How did they manage that?" the hazel-eyed teenager asked, surprised.
"I dunno." The girl shrugged.
"Maybe it was from that one show that got you pulled into Transformers in the first place, Aria," another girl spoke up - another eighteen-year-old with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. "The Unicron Triology, right?"
Aria and the hazel-eyed teenager looked at each other at that, then shuddered.
"That show had some horrible graphics," Aria commented. "How would they have managed to get Primus from that, Mara?"
"Ask Will, not me," the eighteen-year-old, light brown-haired girl responded, holding up her hands in a slightly defensive manner.
"There is one episode," the nineteen-year-old teen commented somewhat thoughtfully, "but that one was pretty bad, if you wanted to get a costume for Primus out of it." Will looked over at the other eighteen-year-old. "Did your classmate say how he managed it, Jenna?"'
Aria's sister shook her head. "Not that I can remember. I don't think he was planning on sharing his secrets with anybody."
Aria muttered something, then gained a sheepish look when everyone looked in her direction. The nineteen-year-old shook her head. "It's nothing. Forget I tried to say anything." She went back to reading...and, seconds later, started muttering again about connections between "the Thirteen." The rest of the group chose to ignore her ramblings.
Above them, the siren was suddenly cut off short with a loud shriek, leaving the six sitting in an uneasy silence that left Mara and Jenna looking a little nervous.
"Sounds like we are going to get a tornado," Matt commented, eyebrows raised.
"I think it's already here," Will corrected.
Above the group, the rest of the house started to shake, causing Aria to stiffen and look up sharply at the ceiling of the basement. She slammed her book shut and quickly gathered everything that was hers as close to herself as possible.
"All I can say right now is that I'm glad I brought my stuff down here earlier to write in peace," Aria commented, holding her laptop and four books close while she looked up at the ceiling. "I'd have a hard time getting my hands on The Covenant of Primus again."
The house's rattling started to increase in noise, and the group moved closer to each other instinctively, watching the ceiling and making sure that each other was protected as best as possible against the wall of the basement.
"Please, don't let the house fall on us..." Jenna murmured nervously.
Aaron moved an arm protectively around her. "It's going to be okay. The house is pretty sturdy; we'll be able to make it."
Unfortunately, that wasn't entirely true.
Moments after Aaron finished speaking, the house let out a loud groan; parts of the ceiling started to shake, rattle...and drop. A particularly large piece of wood and tile from the kitchen above fell right on top of where the six were clustered...and everything went black.
Space Break
Vector Prime froze time right at that moment, catching the wooden brick just before it could have broken Aaron's head open. He walked around the group of six humans, eyeing them with a serious expression as he considered what exactly it was that he could do with them in order to spare their lives from this unnaturally early death.
It wasn't until he spotted the books in Aria's hands that he realized that someone else might have made the decision already for him.
"Alpha Trion, you really have your digit prints all over the Multiverse," Vector murmured to himself, shaking his helm at the sight of the familiar book. "What were you thinking, giving the humans a taste of our knowledge? Did you think that they were going to discover what we already know?"
Alpha Trion, who was not in the same timeline or dimension as Vector, obviously could not answer the time traveling Prime's question. However, Vector was sure that the Archivist of the Thirteen was watching his brother's predicament with no small amount of amusement.
"I would find it far easier to simply push this out of the way and keep them alive here," Vector continued, "but who's to say that they would survive the rest of this...structure...coming down?" He eyed the roof of the basement. "Despite that boy's convictions that the house will survive, I can already see that some parts are breaking apart."
Metallic digits brushed against cracks in the ceiling that were hidden from more human, flawed eyes, and Vector returned his attention to the humans, considering them again.
"And yet...there is a chance that I might be able to do something for them to allow them to continue living...considering how much this untimely storm has already taken away from them and will take from them if I leave them here. Perhaps they appreciate something of a new life."
Vector looked up at the ceiling of the human basement. "Solus, Micoronus, Onyx, Primus, I know you are watching. Please, assist me as only you can when I return."
That said, the time-traveling Prime vanished rather abruptly, and time resumed with a start. However, something had changed in the basement.
For one, there were two gigantic footprints that had been sunk into the concrete, almost as though what had been standing there was much taller than the house. A second thing was that Aria's laptop and Transformer books were gone.
As for the humans themselves...if paramedics had gotten to them before the ceiling had flattened them, they would have said that all six had died simultaneously of a heart attack.
Well, what do you guys think? Corny? Cheesy? Want to see more? I'm trying to be as careful as I can to make things different from the others' OC-inserts, so please, let me know if I'm succeeding!