Once upon a time, there was this girl named Zara Moonsunsaturnjupiterearthnig htwingebonything who lived in Jasper, Nevada, the same place the Autobots live. WHAT A FUCKING COINICIDENCE. Anyway, she had ebony hair and wore a Soundwave t-shirt and had really fucking big high heel boots or something. I don't know, she was some stupid Mary-Sue OC. Well, I am writing this for someone named Zara, but that's not the point. The point is that Zara Moonsunsaturnjupiterearthnig htwingebonything, who had a totally normal life, ONE DAY MET BUMBLEBEE. WHAT A FUCKING COINICIDENCE. COMMENCE THIS PIECE OF SHIT STORY.
"Man, I really wish transformers were real. Specifically prime." Zara said while on Tumblr.
ALL OF A FUCKING SUDDEN, SHE HEARD CAR NOISES IN THE DRIVEWAY. SHE GOT CURIOUS. I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
"Maybe that's bumblebee!" Zara thought OUT OF NO WHERE.
Zara then went outside barefoot. Wow, what a surprise, it actually was bumblebee!
"BEEP BOOP SON, BEEP BOOP." Bumblebee beeped.
"BUMBLEBEE IS REAL FOR REALSIES?! ? !?#? 53/43" Zara fangirled. Zara went up to bumblebee and slowly rubbed her hand across his hood. It felt like a piece of silk or some really soft metal descriptive thingy. Bumblebee transformed and beeped something.
"What did you say to me Tyrone?!" Zara said in her sassy independent black woman voice.
"WE AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR THIS SHANIQUA!" Bumblebee said in his pissed off black husband voice.
THEN THEY HAD SEX IN THE DRIVEWAY, AND SINCE ZARA WAS JUST A MEATBAG WHO COULDN'T WITHSTAND BUMBLEBEES THROBBING ENERGON FLOW, SHE DIED IN THE PROCESS. RIP ZARA, 1998-2013. AMEN.