IMPORTANT NOTE

A/N: Heya. I've always loved reading stories were the hero is the antagonist or reading in the perspective of a villain. It's very enlightening when I read about their backgrounds too. Have you ever cared to see a story in the eyes of a villain? Cuz I sure do! It's been SO long since I wrote fanfic. I've always deleted them afterwards and not even finishing them so I'm sorry if my writing sucks. It took a lot of temptation and crazy ideas and inspiration to write fanfiction again.

The problem with writing a bad guy/ girl story is changing the plot and everything else and I dont think I'm prepared to write something that'll change the original plot too much. So I think I'll be more on the safe side and follow the original plot as much as possible which means there would only be a few changes. But maybe I'll do change the plot drastically in consequence for having the decepticons one step ahead of the autobots. Really. I don't know. We'll see.

I was debating whether to make a story were the main character know about the existence of autobots and decepticons but at the same time I wanted a main character who finds out about their existence as the story goes. So instead I settled with a not-crazy-know-it-all-transformers-fan (since I myself don't know everything about transformers unlike some fans. No offense). I also posted this story on Quotev with the same Title and my username there is, "Tayune." Ok with that out of the way, Enjoy.

I feel myself float in an empty void, everything was pitch black. I couldn't move nor speak. Suddenly I see a bright light from the darkness and I feel myself plummet further down and down and gaining speed as fear and panic ran through me. What was happening? Am I gonna fall to my death?

"Miss Briggins!"

I suddenly snap out of my desk. I was still confused from what happened until I realized I had fallen asleep inside a classroom that looked vaguely familiar. I stared at the teacher, my mind blank as I try to recognize him but nothing comes to mind.

"Stay awake throughout the class or I'll give you an F on your report."

'Report? What report?' I thought but remained silent.

"Okay, mister Witwicky you're up," the teacher called.

"Sorry I got a lot of stuff," said the person who was most likely mister Witwicky.

"Watch this," I heard a guy whisper as he prepared something in his hands. I turned towards his direction. He was just behind me and I reached out for his arm to stop him from what he was about to do.

"Hey-" I started when I suddenly felt static electricity between my fingers and the guy yelped in surprised, dropping something that he was holding in the process. "What the hell's with your touch?" Trent asked annoyed at her.

I remained silent, not knowing what it was either. I must have been really cold and maybe I rubbed at something and created a small spark in the process. "Sorry," I mumbled.

"Ok for my family genea-"

The class suddenly erupted in laughter. I failed to see what was funny. Or perhaps it was the immaturity of the majority of the class. Then again, I was always called 'serious' by my peers. I zoned out the rest of the report as I started to look around me. For some reason the teacher knew my name but I didn't recognize him or any single familiar face in the class. The name 'Witwicky' sounded familiar but I couldn't think of any reason why.

"Fifty dollars for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they've seen many cool things."

"Wait, is he trying to sell his great-grandfather's stuff? What the frag?" I thought in disbelief. Yes that's right I said 'frag.' I was a transformers fan but I wasn't that obsessed of the franchise. I was just a normal fan who only watched all the transformers movie once or twice and on occasion read some fanfic. I only knew a bit of the transformers as it had been quite a while since I've watched or read about it. But I figured I could switch actual swear words with Cybertronian swear words as it was better using it than actually using the real swear words of Earth and soon enough the Cybertronian swear words stuck with me until now. I suddenly felt de ja vu. Where did I see this before? There was something about the boy selling his grandfather's stuff that sparked familiarity in me.

Suddenly the bell rang and everyone quickly bolted out of the classroom. Witwicky was talking to their teacher. Something about "What would Jesus do?" I got up from my seat and slowly passed by Witwicky. "Hey, Claire! Wait up!" Witwicky suddenly called. "Wait up!"

"How'd you know my name?" I blurted out without thinking.

"Uhh... You've been like my only female friend since elementary?" he said while sounding like a question.

"Sam?" I asked as a name suddenly popped into my mind.

"Yeah! That's my name," he said, "Anyway wanna come with me to buy a new car that my dad promised?"

"Uhh..." Claire dragged the word, unsure. But since they were 'friends' might as well go with it, right? "Sure" she finally said.

Sam suddenly grabbed a hold of your arm and quickly withdrew in pain, "Ouch!"

"Oh sorry about that. That electricity thing also happened to Trent" she said absent-mindedly. "Wait, is Trent that guy fron earlier? Where am I getting these names from?"

"Well I bet he deserved it," Sam said. "Anyway let's go. My dad's over there."

Claire followed where Sam was pointing and followed him until they got closer. "A minus but it's an A though,' Sam said holding out the paper way too close to Ron's face. "Wait wait I can't see. Yeah it's an A."

"So I'm good?" Sam asked just to make sure he got it.

"Yeah, you're good," Ron replied.

"Hi sir," Claire greeted, making herself known.

"Hey, Claire. Oh and just call me Ron. Want to tag along?"

"Yeah, sure thing," Claire replied.

Claire went to the backseat and zoned out every now then. She wasn't paying attention when Sam got mad at Ron for getting his hopes up when he thought he was getting a Porsche. They finally stopped at a rundown and rusting-looking place. Sam yet again complained something about a "50- year old virgin."

"Gentlemen. Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs," Bobby laughed. "How can I help you?"

"Well... My son here is looking for his first car," Ron replied.

"You come to see me?" Bobby asked.

"I had to," Sam grumbled.

"I'll look around for a decent car," I called out before wandering, no particular place in mind. That's when I saw the black and yellow Camaro. Suddenly everything seem to fall back into place. Realization hit me. Every transformers fan could recognize that car model and design. Heart pounding, I ran up to the car and lo and behold, an Autobot logo confirmed my fears. I was in the world of Transformers.

A/N: How'd you like that as a cliffhanger? Rate and Review. We need more decepticon fanfics!