Authors note: Hi, I'm Animary, or Sheena, and I want to welcome everyone to my brand new TFP fanfiction! :D Just for the record – text in both
For those who just found me out, big HI!, and I hope you all enjoy this piece of scraplets of mine xD
The doors closed behind you as you entered your apartment, back from the usual visit to the doctor. It wasn't surprising at all, considering your age, but recently, the assigned visits seemed to double, as well as the meds your medic have ordered you. Well, it couldn't be helped, you guessed. Being old certainly wasn't fun.
You slowly made your way through a currently empty place you called home. Huh. Kids must've been still at school and at work.
Eventually, you reached your room, and plopped yourself tiredly on the sofa. Guess you were getting too old even for a quick trip to the hospital and back. You sighed slightly, remembering merry times when you were young and adventurous. Some of your escapades didn't end up well… but still, all were fond memories by now. Shame that's all they could be. Memories.
An unexpected sound of your ring tone pulled you back from the world of the past. You fished it out from your pocket, and once checking the ID, pressed the button.
"Hey, Mom." a familiar, feminine voice greeted you. "How was the visit to the hospital?"
"It went well. The doc still has to loosen up a bit, though. You couldn't believe it how much he fretted about my old bones." You replied cheerfully. There was a chuckle heard on the other end of the line.
"Good to hear. We'll be back home in a couple of minutes, I just need to get Jess from school. Then, you can have your sweet storytelling time."
"Heheh, I can't wait, dear." with that, the line went silent, and you laid your phone away. Your slowly decreasing sight wandered over to a large shelf seated nearby, filled to the brim with books, and a gentle smile adorned our face as your gaze landed on a volume with a particular red symbol. You reached for it with a slight grunt, and soon 'The Covenant of Primus' laid open on your lap. You were an old Transfan, and this book was more than enough to prove it. The edges were a bit damaged throughout the years of use, and there were some spots the text wasn't readable anymore. Nevertheless, this book was one of your most precious possessions, containing years of memories spent on watching movies and shows about alien robots in disguise. Your childhood was practically built on one of Transformers shows: Transformers Prime.
You chuckled lightly at the memories of when you and your friends went on a worldwide trip just to visit the places supposedly mentioned in the show, Jasper in Nevada being the main point on your journey. The trip didn't go exactly as you wanted it, remembering a few times when you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere, lost all your baggage at some point, and once almost flew off the cliff, but looking back now, you wouldn't want it any other way for the world.
The show itself took a big part in your life, and you still remembered many details from the series. You leaned slightly against your seat, digging through fond memories and information of each episode you could recall. Exhaustion slowly took over your body, and your eyelids covered your vision as you breathed calmly, letting the darkness of sleep embrace you.
Maybe… When you'll wake up you could watch the show…
…One last time…?
"We're home~!" a young, about twelve years old girl exclaimed in a sing song voice, bursting into the apartment. A middle aged woman followed her shortly after with a bit concerned look.
"Be quiet, Jess. Your grandma seemed tired through the phone, she's probably sleeping right now."
"But I want to hear the Autobot story she promised me to finish today! She's great at telling those things!" Jess said, excitedly searching for her grandmother. She was a Transfan as well, thanks to her grandparent's quite big influence. The girl wandered through the place for a bit, before she finally found her grandmother, laying peacefully on a sofa.
"Here you are, grandma! I was looking for you!" The lack of response from the elder spiked a tint of worry in the child. "Grandma? Are you okay? Wake up." she grabbed her grandmother's shoulder and slightly shook it. Still no response.
"Mom!" panic tainted Jess' voice as she shouted after her mother.
"What is it, Jess?" The woman entered the room at the child's call. The moment she saw fear in her daughter's eyes, and not-moving body of her own parent, she knew something was wrong. She rushed to the two and quickly checked the pulse of an elderly woman, finding nothing at all. Her eyes widen in realization, and she swiftly pulled her phone up to her ear with the number of emergency line already chosen.
- Hello, dr. Milhard? This is L/N. My mother's heart just stopped beating.
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You looked at two members of your family from the side with a tint of sadness in your eyes. They couldn't do anything now, even if they called an ambulance.
'So… this is it, huh?' You thought to yourself. Taking aside the gravity of the situation, you found it quite freaky watching your own, lifeless body from a third person perspective. It would give you goose bumps… if you were still alive, that is. You sighed slightly, and then started to wonder. What now, when everything's ended? You're going to Heaven, or through some sort of judgments, as the priests used to say?
Before you could dwell more on the matter, suddenly, the reality started to turn dark and blurry, and in a few moments, there was nothing but strangely calm, blue darkness all around you.
"Woah… Freaky."
"Is that so?" a deep, powerful voice rang through the empty space, shaking you to the core, and soothing you at the same time. You frantically looked around in search for the source of foreign voice, and then a small bubble of blue tainted light appeared in the corner of your vision. The light quickly multiplied in size as you faced it fully, and soon you gazed up at a strange, huge being covered in light. You couldn't make out a face out of it, but you were fairly convinced it was definitely a person.
"… God?"
The being chuckled slightly at your question-like statement.
"Sadly, I am not a deity of your kind you speak of. Although, many of my children in another reality refer to me that way, among other designations."
"Another reality? So you're, like, from another dimension?"
"Affirmative. Although I believe you are quite accustomed to my reality, regarding the amount of time you devoted to my Covenant."
Your eyes widened to the size of plates as realization settled in your mind.
"You're Primus." you muttered under your breath in pure awe.
"Yes." the god-like figure of Cybertronians spoke with surprising softness in his voice.
"W-Why did you come to this universe, Primus?"
"As you may know, I live though many universes simultaneously. The fate of some universes has been fulfilled already without any interruption. But alas, there is one that is threatened by my evil twin's power. Unicron's Anti-Spark influenced one of many universes, alternating it, so he would be the one triumphing at the very end. Thus, I came upon this world seeking a spark with the power needed to overcome his influence , and set the sequence of events back on course."
"Okay, that much I understand. But why did you decide to speak to a dead human, of all things? Why me?"
"I lack the ability to contact living beings in the world where I do not exist in a physical matter. As for your second question, you heard the answer already."
For a moment you were confused by Primus' answer. He answered that question already? When? At first you couldn't recall such a thing, but soon you remembered something, and that made your mind freeze. You were staring at Primus with a blank face, flabbergasted.
"Y-You… you think I have the power to stop Unicron's doing?! That's impossible! Only you or the Primes have such a power, not an ordinary human like me. I'm sure there's someone better for the job."
"Perhaps there is, perhaps not. Yet, I came to you first to ask for your aid, because I sensed you have the potential to gain the power we speak of, whether you believe it or not." Primus paused for a moment, letting this information settle in your mind. "So… I ask you this here and now. Will I gain your assistance in defeating Unicron?"
You fell deep in thought, biting your lip absentmindedly. It was so surreal, you barely could believe it. You? Having the power to stop Unicron?! It's gotta be some kind of joke. But… then again, it was Primus himself, Cybertronian god, who said you have such a power. And last time you checked, he rarely made mistakes.
"…Wait a sec. If I agree on that, will I get a Cybertronian body?" your eyes sparkled in excitement at the prospect of turning into a Cybertronian. You've been dreaming about it for your whole life!
"Unfortunately, no. It took most of my power to connect with this dimension, and with what has left of it, I can only bestow you with a container in which your essence could remain through the ages to come."
"W-What?! Then how am I supposed to do my job if I can't touch anything in this world?!" you exclaimed in shock.
"Do not fret about it. You will be able to interact with my children, but in a spiritual form, for Unicron's minions are nothing but spirits to the living. Furthermore, sometimes, a good word can do more than strong body."
You paused at that statement. It kinda makes sense, being a spirit yourself while fighting some freaky devil ghosts, or whatever those minions of Unicron were, and he had a point in last sentence. Plus, it was probably your only chance to see the world you dreamed of with your own two eyes, no matter the state you were in. How could you pass up an opportunity like that?!
There was a long, pregnant silence before you finally returned your gaze to Primus, and gave him a small, but firm nod. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Very well." In Primus' voice there was heard a tint of a feeling you could call ease. "Come. You have much to do, my child." The mech reached out with his glowing servo towards you, and you took it without hesitation. The light coming from Primus became brighter, and soon you were drown in its eternal warmth.
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You blinked several times as your eyes gained their focus back. You were still dazed from the event you were just part of. You met Primus. THE PRIMUS! What's more, the Cybertronian god himself sent you to Transformers' world! You couldn't imagine such a thing even in your wildest dreams!
When you eventually subsided your old inner Transfan and focused on your surroundings, what greeted you was a room made almost completely of metal… with no doors or windows. You felt a little disheartened, and like you ended up in a psychic hospital room, despite few pieces of furniture, containing pretty normal, human bed, a neat desk and a chair, an empty bookshelf, for some reason, a full body mirror, and some other things. The floor, walls and the ceiling were all covered in complex, extraordinary designs that resembled you of the Allspark from the live-action Transformers movie.
"Great." You muttered to yourself. "How am I supposed to get out?"
You wandered for some time around the room, getting accustomed with your surroundings, and in the meantime searching for a hidden passage, or something along those lines to get yourself out of there. You also noticed that, for some reason, you gained an appearance of how you looked in your early twenties, though you seemed to fizzle every now and again, like a hologram. Or maybe holoform? You didn't know. It was really weird to you, but you guessed being a ghost of some sort gave you whatever appearance you wanted, so you stayed with that one. At least for now.
"Oki-doki. What now, chief?" you asked no one in particular, plopping at your new bed.
"What's that?"
A sudden burst of weird whirls, clicks and whistles made you yelp with a small jump in surprise.
"I don't know. It looks suspicious to me."
Another bunch of noises resounded, this time slightly higher in tones, and you figured it must've come from the outside of your metal prison.
"W-Who's there?" you called out, hoping it could go though the walls as the voices did. What sounded like a weird kind of high pitched chuckle returned to you.
"Everything new is suspicious to you, Megatronus."
By now, you were sure what you were dealing with was a foreign language. Was it Cybertronian? Crap, how were you going to talk to whoever was out there, if you didn't even understand what they're saying?! Primus could've think about that before he sent you here, wherever 'here' is.
Suddenly, the room you were in trembled and changed the angle it was in, as if it was being picked up. You squeaked in surprise, desperately trying to regain your balance in a new environment.
"What are you doing, Solus?! Put that down! We don't know what we're dealing with!"
"Oh, hush. I'm perfectly fine, see? Besides, if something happens, you and Alpha Trion are here to help me."
You groaned loudly at the exchange of noises that sounded to you like gibberish.
"Ugh, why can't I just go outside of this box of madness?!"
Suddenly, you felt a weird, fuzzy feeling take over your ethereal body as the walls blurred, and you stumbled right THROUGH the wall you were leaning against to stay upright! You let out a shocked yell as you dropped down onto a metal surface beneath your previous whereabouts.
"Ouch. That hurt…"
When you glanced up at whoever caused your unwanted suffering, you were met with three pairs of wide, glowing blue eyes… Or should you say, optics, for it was three giant robots who were staring at you in a mix of shock and wonder. Your expression quickly matched their own, as you took a good look at the first Cybertronians you've ever met in real life.
Two were build as males, and one had female features. The femme was also the one who held a small, in her hand, erm, servo, metallic cube about half your size. But what stuck you the most, was their appearance.
The first mech on your right was built huge and sturdy, like a mountain, painted in variety of dark gray and black colors, with purple markings on some parts of his armor. Power was radiating off of him in waves, it was clear he was a mighty warrior. He was watching you cautiously, not even trying to cover his suspicion. To his right servo was attached an impressive weapon, not able to be mistaken for anything else; Requiem Blaster.
The other mech, standing slightly behind, wasn't as big as the first one, but his armor painted in many shades of purple and covered in runes on some parts showed his power as obvious combined with a large, dark cape that flew down from his shoulders. He was watching you with curious, if not a little shocked expression on his intelligent faceplates. What seemed like a white pieces of metal beard and mustache gave an impression of friendliness, like your favorite uncle or grandpa. Those features told you instantly, who it was.
The only femme of the group was on your left. Her paint was light purple, silver and black in some spots. Her built clearly showed her difference from the mechs, but you could feel a hidden strength coming from her posture, indicating she could deal some damage while in a fight. She was staring at you in wonder, her optics sucking in all your features without any tint of fear. When you got a closer look at her features, you recognized her immediately. 'Cause, seriously, how many femmes had that kind of helm, not to mention the wires flowing down long past her shoulders, imitating human hair?
Yep, you guessed it. Right now, you were standing in front of Megatronus, Alpha Trion, and Solus Prime. Three out of the Thirteen Primes.
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Okay, this is it, my first REAL fanfiction. How's it going so far? Let me know in the comments if you want to see more of it. :)
Sheena out~