Twins Rina and Lina were just like any other Trans-fan. However, the fandom has become real, and they are fully convinced this is a dream and will not talk. Will they ever realize that this is reality, and the 'Cons want to kill for information?

Author's Note: I spammed my Document Manager with empty documents, but some of them has not to be published fanfics. This just so happens to be on of the fanfics that my poll was talking about.

Disclaimer: I don't own it.

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"Ugh..." Dad said, looking away from our too similar stares. "Listen, both of you, behave. This business party is important to me and your mother. I know you two are always behaved, but still, this is the most important. Remember, only speak when spoken to, and..."

I tuned him out. My sister would fill me in later. Right. Obey. Speak when spoken to. Do not make eye contact unless spoken to. In other words, just don't make ourselves known to the public, and I don't have to deal with boys. Excellent. I looked to my dad again, and he was walking away. My twin looked towards me.

"Same." she spoke. I nodded. My twin was one of very few words.

"What are we going to do now?" I questioned, watching maids running to and fro.

"Ready."

"Ah." I rolled my shoulders. "Let's call someone then." My twin nodded, letting out a shrill whistle. At once, maids rushed in front of us.

"Father tells us to get ready for the party," I said.

"Attire: Fancy." my twin added.

"Yes, ma'ams!" they exclaimed. Quickly, they grabbed us by our thin arms. We had a room just for clothes, so we had plenty to choose from. However, we were not allowed to choose. Dad demands it. Everyday is like a prison. Both me and my twin can't wait to turn eighteen, where we can take over the company and be free. To be free is our goals, our dreams, but the road to that seems so far away. Some may see it as pointless, considering the way our Father rules above everyone, but we will achieve our goal. We will-

"Transformers," my twin poked my non-tattooed arm. Her tone was pleading. I blinked, before realization hit me. Oh...oh yeah...she hadn't finished the second movie yet(though I've watched it numerous of times).

"How much until the party?" I asked.

"Enough," my twin frowned at me. I pursued my lips, before nodding and walking to the movie room.

"Fine. Be that way," I sighed, popping in the movie. My sister quickly grabbed the remote and started forwarding to the part where she left off, right before Optimus dies(but of course, she doesn't know that). I sat a few feet away from her, just staring blankly at the screen. I absently brushed a strand of my hair off my dress. My pale pink dress. So fancy. We could not ever soil it. God knows how much Father paid for this...

I still didn't like this dress. It showed off my tattoo that I wasn't even proud of. It showed most of my right arm, but that was enough for the 'R' to be seen. Of course, my twin was branded too, and it might be more noticeable than mine. It was right beneath the middle of her shoulder blades. If we were wearing something that revealed either of our tattoos, then someone could tell who was who. Other than that, we were much mistaken for each other. It was to be expected. This was Mother's goal.

Oh yeah. Although we were under eighteen to get a legal tattoo...well, if your Father was the lead of a billion dollar company, and wooed you with wads of cash, wouldn't you tattoo a simple 'R' and 'L'? They were purple in color. Nothing too fancy, but it still stung. Father told me we just got this(though I have no memory of such a thing), and Mother wasn't very pleased to find out that someone could tell the difference if one were to look.

Fire and Ice. They were very much like that.

"R-Rina," my twin sniffed. I slowly turned, and 'umphed' at my sister's sad look. "Optimus died..."

So she was either past that part, and right before Galloway called him a piece of scrap metal, or otherwise she would be berserker by now.

"I know..." I couldn't spoil it for her. She was also like this in the first movie, when she first watched Jazz dieing. She was determined to march up to Michael Bay and shove cash in his face, demanding that he revive Jazz. Of course, that would be impossible(did I not say that my twin was one of a few words?).

She turned her attention to the movie, since she forgot to pause, but suddenly, I could hear something snapping. Looking down, I found that my twin had snapped the remote in half with one hand, a low growl emitting from her throat, and eyes showing emotion.

Frag. She would be going into berserker mode if I don't do something. When she saw Jazz dieing, she didn't just break the remote...

I gulped. This would be hard to get out of, unless...

"Rina! Lina! It's time!" Mother called, opening the door. "There you are. Your dad," she spat it out, "wants to introduce you to someone. Hurry on!"

Lina instantly went back to her emotionless face, as did I.

"Coming, Mother," we both chimed. Lina had to match her voice to mine, since mine was a little deeper than hers. Why I couldn't do it is unknown to me, and known to Mother.

"Hmm...I still don't like the brands he gave you," Mother muttered crossly. She double checked our hair to make sure there was nothing out of place. Our pale skin tones matching, our long bangs in front, our shorter, back hair neatly combed. We looked exactly identical(save for the tear stains on Lina's face, but only if you look rather closely).

"Let's go," Mother ordered.

We both stepped forward. Lina cast one longing glance at the television. I could hear this:

"Damn these worthless parts!"

I held in a snort and laughter, since the fart was either before or after that.

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