Story takes place 4 years before the first episode of the series and will then stray from the plot little by little.
I also decided to give the Reader "special abilities" that don't involve being a master hacker or repairman. I hope it'll be OK with you.

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Do I need a disclaimer? Have a disclaimer.

-TF:P is not mine, Hasbro is not mine, the Internet is not mine, I own nothing but my humble laptop and my fantasies about giant alien robotic organisms-

It was June and the summer sun was shining brightly in the sky. People in the streets were walking around, some in a hurry to get to their destinations, some of them waiting at bus stops for the public transport to arrive, others were sitting at tables of nearby coffee shops and sipping their morning drink of choice.

It's a wonder some people could drink steaming hot coffee when it was already so warm outside. Some people really differed in subtle, but interesting ways - where one could just chug a cup of tea, the other had to wait several minutes for it to cool before they could drink it, where some rejoices in the summer heat, others would do their best to seek the cover of a tree's shadow to comfortably enjoy the weather.

A young woman was lazily people-watching through a large window of a bakery, a cup of coffee in her hand. She had to put her drink on the counter, however, when a client came through the door - she wasn't paid to just stand there all day and daydream.

"Good morning," she warmly smiled to the elderly man, recognizing him as one of the regulars.
"Oh, Miss Y/N, so you're on shift today," the man croaked and flashed her a bright smile that wasn't at all tarnished by all the wrinkles on his face.
"I am indeed, Mr. Stanly, I am indeed," the young woman nodded, speaking just a tad louder, not forgetting about the man's somewhat impaired hearing and neatly put her hands on the counter one atop the other.
The old war veteran chuckled and, giving a look at the pastries that were on display, said:

"Well then I guess I'll have coffee, black, and that apple jam donut."
The girl nodded again, wasting no time and pressing the buttons on the coffee maker.
"You can take a seat, I'll bring it over," she said, quickly adding "It's no trouble, you're the only one in line and friendly face too."
The man, who looked like he was going to agrue, instantly brightened up and, leaving the money at the cash register, sat down at one of the tables. Not long after Y/N came over, setting the plate and the cup on the table and wishing the man a good meal, before returning behind the register and taking her mug in hand.
The veteran was a proud one, she knew him a while now, so opting to say that he was a cherished customer was far more logical than him thinking this was about his age or trembling hands. It was, truthfully, all of those things. He was a friendly regular, he was old, his hands did tremble. But sometimes you just have to know where to put the emphasis at.

She trained herself to do just that. She was...special, in a way. Everyone, especially in their teen years, is hyper aware of other people, of how the world sees them. She wasn't a teenager for a while now already and for Y/N it wasn't just the feeling of hyper awareness of others. It was their awareness of her. Ever since she was small, she would start noticing that sometimes people walking several feet infront of her would look back, as if checking for something, as if knowing she was there. Or exactly the opposite, she sometimes noticed, especially in her teen years, that when she wished to avoid attention, people would just not notice her, as if she wasn't there at all. She even got to scare her friends that way, a joke that she was some kind of ninja or Batman cementing itself in their company.

It wasn't all strange or helpful, however, at one stage of her life it got terrifying, as about a year after she moved away from her parents she started to feel hyper aware of Everyone of the streets. It was an overwhelming feeling, like she could sense them, their presence, heart racing as some of them would glance over at her or pass her by. She was almost convinced it was the stress, the anxiety getting to her, but whatever it was, she confined herself to her small one-bedroom apartment, taking a break from her studies, going outside only to work and buy food. Gradually, after the initial shock of the experience, she began to train herself to calm down, to take it under control. If that would not work - the next step would be visiting a therapist. She was, however, determined to try and get this under control herself - she would never deny that she was a tad too prideful.

Eventually, her ventures to the busy city streets became more prolonged, the self-control she honed her whole life helped her to get a hold on her senses. Life became normal again and her friends were happy to see her more often. She became used to the fact that, normally, people seemed to notice her presence if she was in close enough proximity. She didn't think herself to be exceedingly beautiful, but the attention, even if it were just glances, made her somewhat self conscious and trying to look presentable at any time. She also got used to random people usually coming to her, be it a tourist asking for directions, a child in search of their parent, or some guy in hopes of getting her number. One of her friends always said it was her "warm aura", her other, less spiritual friend just signed it off to "having a friendly and pretty face", her male friend just snickered and made a shape of boobs in the air with his hands.

Whatever it was, her being an introvert she learned at a young age she had to just get over herself and learn how not to be awkward in situations where the spotlight was suddenly on her. This didn't change much about how she was on the inside, she still would avoid places that were too loud or public, like night clubs, finding more enjoyment in a movie or book, or even in a quiet bar with close friends, she would avoid speaking in front of a crowd like the plague, instead looking for every opportunity to walk somewhere closer to nature and get her dose of alone time.
Animals always did somehow favor her and she sure as hell liked to be around them more than being around people for too long.

Now, being a young adult, her trials and tribulations seemingly over after she got hold of her hyper awareness two years ago, she just lived her life, studying, working, keeping her loved ones close. She was liked at work, she was not bothered when at her studies, she was loved by her friends and family. It was a peaceful and comfortable life.

Until the moment it wasn't anymore.

Y/N was walking home from the bakery. Her h/c hair was now down and shining in the evening suns rays, her e/c eyes lazily looking ahead and a playlist with her favorite tunes playing in her earphones. She turned a corner and walked into her apartment complex. Feeling tired from work, she decided to not take the stairs, but ride up in an elevator.
She pushed the button, the elevator doors opened, letting her in. The young woman stepped inside and, when she turned, there was a man wearing a police uniform right in front of her. He grabbed her, she instinctively kicked him in the knee, making him loudly curse in pain before putting a rag over her mouth and nose, the solution it was damp with quickly making her cease her struggling and pass out.

The man took out a phone and whn someone on the other end answered quicky reported:
"It's done, sir. Yes, we will proceed as planned."

I'm so so sorry for the lack of anything cybertronian in this chapter, I just wanted to set the stage I guess.
I promise much more transformers(more than nothing, ha) and actual stuff happening in the future.