I just got struck with the idea after looking at memes. This is an AU where the Autobots and Decepticons are human, but the Vehicons are robots. I'm debating on turning this into a whole story, not just a mini-series. Give a review on your opinion on the matter!
I've also thought about going and writing this for all parts of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. I have a few ideas I wanna use in this story, and I know just how to write them!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
Meet Bumblebee, an above-average delinquent western bad boy living in Japan during the 80's.
However, one day, Bumblebee finds himself in jail for getting into a fight he won without throwing a punch. The other combatants, all armed with deadly weapons, end up in the hospital. However, none of the witnesses had seen what could've possibly put them in such a sorry state.
His only conclusion? He's been possessed by an evil spirit!
However, the famous CEO of the Prime Corporation, Optimus Prime, comes to visit and convince him otherwise...
Charlie was quite panicked when she heard the news.
She raced down the street all the way to the police station on foot.
"You're Charlie Watson?" Asked the policeman.
"Yes, I am! And he's definitely my son!"
"I see."
"Is he alright!?" She cried, "How many people did he kill? 20? 50? Never mind, I don't wanna know!"
"Relax ma'am." Said the police officer, "He didn't kill anyone."
"Really?"
"Yeah. All he did was get into a fight."
"Thank goodness!"
"Although, he did beat up a bunch of guys to critical, and put them in the hospital."
"Oh my!"
A police woman then came up to chime in.
"Actually," She said, "I did some background research, those guys were all suspects in illegal drug distribution. They were armed to the teeth, with all sorts of nasty stuff. If you ask me, he's lucky to be alive!"
"Might I add," Said the policeman, "Your Japanese is quite fluent, Ms. Watson."
"I've raised my son in Japan for a long time, I decided to practice to help make it smoother."
"However, that's not what I'm focusing on." Said the policewoman.
"Huh?"
"I arrested him. I got eyewitness reports of what happened. It's not the fight that unnerves me..."
She turned to look Charlie in the eye.
"...It's what happened after."
Charlie was left only to speculate what the woman meant.
"Here, I'll take you to him."
"Oh, thank you so much!"
"You can thank me by taking the kid home. He's gotten quite the reputation from other detainees."
"You're releasing him?"
"We can't keep him here forever. Besides, he did help us confirm several suspects in the process, so I can write it off as a misdemeanor this time. But I won't be able to excuse him if he pulls a stunt like this again."
"Thank you!"
"Anyway, some of the eyewitness reports..."
"Hm?"
"Some of the accounts I got were about the kid not even throwing a punch."
"What!?"
"Apparently, most of the witnesses claimed he had his hands in his pockets the whole time. They also said all the people he beat up were pummeled out of thin air. It's almost like one of those paranormal sightings."
"What..."
"I'm sorry ma'am?"
"What's happened to my baby!?"
"Ma'am, please calm down, his cell is just up ahead-!"
"BUMBLEBEE!"
Suddenly, Charlie burst into running down the hall, trying to find her child in a panicked frenzy.
She began to recount the young boy as he grew up.
"Bumblebee!" She called, "Throw the ball to mama!"
The smile on his face back then was like that of an angel.
"Do your best at the track meet!"
"I will, mama!"
The next day, Bumblebee won the track meet with overwhelming speed, no-one was able to catch him. Bumblebee found his favorite bug was a bee, and his favorite color was yellow.
"Bumblebee!" She cheered, "You did so well in school this year! Let's go out to a fancy restaurant and have some fine dining!"
"Nothings better than your cooking, mama." He said. It was at this point in time, Bumblebee began to wear a mask over his mouth, custom designed to look like that of one of his favorite childhood anime heroes, Centurion from Car Robots.
(Transformers Animated Bumblebee Battle Mask. Disclaimer: Car Robots is a Transformers spoof I made up. Not to be confused with the actual Transformers Car Robots anime, which is also known as Robots In Disguise 2001. I might do something on it, depends on how I feel.)
"Bumblebee?"
No answer.
"Bumblebee!?"
Silence filled the halls.
"BUMBLEBEEEEE!"
"SHUT UP!" Snapped Bumblebee, sitting on a bed in his cell, "You're so annoying! Stop whining already and get yourself some help, you bitch!"
"Bumblebee..." Muttered Charlie, wishing her son wouldn't say such abhorrent and foul language.
Prime's Bizarre Adventure: Autobot Crusaders
Opening 1: Stand Proud, Cover by Jonathan Young.
(Disclaimer: I do not own this song, or Jonathan Young's Cover of it.)
*Epic guitar*
As all the Stardust comes together...
Several shooting stars fly over Earth, streaking over the skies.
It has been summoned from 100 years of slumbering!
In the dark shadows, Megatron glares frighteningly over his shoulder as his back is turned.
These men are bravely facing onward...
Drift, Optimus, and Bumblebee all begin to set out on their journey.
Accompanied by Crosshairs and Hound, the Autobot Crusaders travel, for glory or death.
They race against the sands of time along their journey!
The Autobots Crusaders look to the stars, in search of answers to questions that will never be answered.
Entangled like a chain; they're bind,
Our heroes look to the rising sun in the earliest moments of dawn.
Karma has become intertwined.
Like barbed thorns on vines, Optimus kneels down as he accepts his past, knowing he cannot escape his duty.
Destiny being a platinum light!
Optimus stood up, with his Stand, The Touch, appearing and taking an epic pose.
So stand up, so stand up, so stand up,
Shooting over the sky!
The Autobot Crusaders all reveal their Stands, and attack their enemy, who threatens the world upon which they walk.
Crosshairs has his Stand, Hot Shot, open fire,
Hound has his Stand, Bulkhead, use all of its powerful and explosive attacks,
Drift orders his Stand, Deadlock, to slash and hack away,
Bumblebee uses his Stand, Goldbug, to shoot large ninja stars,
Optimus slides across the ground, and has The Touch begin an overwhelming assault with its bare fists.
Alright now, alright now, alright now,
Bullet filled with your pride! (Jojo, Jojo, Jojo!)
The Autobot Crusaders advance upon their foe, fighting him to the last.
Optimus recalls his darkest hours, and his finest, and draws the strength to press onward.
Break you down, break you down, break you down,
With your vision divine,
Optimus commands The Touch once more, and has it attack an unbreakable wall.
Your fists will fly free,
IF YOU STAND PROOOOOUUUUD!
The touch's raw strength begins to take its toll on the indestructible wall, which cracks like a glass pane.
The Touch seizes the moment, and unleashes a flurry of punches so fast, its arms blur without the ability to determine what was the after-image, and what wasn't.
YEAAAAAAAAAAH!
Charlie Watson was dumbfounded.
When did her child become such a foul-mouthed, short-tempered, delinquent? He wasn't perverted, but he was certainly not a model citizen.
"He was always a sweet boy, when he was younger." Charlie explained to the policewoman.
"Really, now?"
"He'd never do something so horrible!"
"I just met the kid." Deadpanned the policewoman, "I honestly have no idea what he acts like, except that he got arrested for several accounts of fighting and battery."
Bumblebee, thoroughly annoyed, rolled over on the bed, and faced the wall.
"Hey!" Snapped the policewoman, as she kicked the bars of the cell, "You don't get to to sleep yet, kid! You're being released, so shove outta there! Seriously, what part of "Go home already" don't you understand!?"
Bumblebee shot a glare as he looked over his shoulder.
He slowly got up.
"Mama," He said, "go home. I think it's best for everyone if I stay here for a while."
Charlie and the policewoman were visibly confused.
"I got in here because I got in a fight. Except, I didn't throw a single punch." He explained. "In fact, I didn't even move."
The air turned from cold to ominous as he continued.
"The guys I beat up were all beat up by something I couldn't see. It was like a ghost. There's only one reason I won..."
His eyes met with the ladies, which off-put them even further.
"...I've been possessed by an evil spirit."
The other cellmates were cowering in fear, knowing full well he was true.
"I don't know what it'll make me do next." He continued, "During the fight, I couldn't even stop it. I'm staying in this cell to keep everyone safe." He concluded as he laid back down on the bed, as though he didn't do anything to terrify anyone.
"See what I mean?" Complained the policewoman, "Every time we try to kick him out, he refuses to leave! I know you keep saying he's your son and all, but is he really alright in the head? This is a jail, not a hotel!"
Suddenly, the cellmates raced to the bars.
"Please let us change cells! Anything but one with him!"
"He's not kidding!"
"He's telling the truth!"
"He's been possessed by an evil spirit for real!"
"Jet let us go! We won't do another bad thing again!"
"Yeah! We'll do whatever you want! Just please keep us safe from him!"
"Enough of that!" Snapped the policewoman, who drew her baton and smacked the bars to pacify the crooks, "Pipe down in there!"
Suddenly, they heard the sound of breaking aluminum. They turned to Bumblebee, who had stabbed the lid of a soda can with a pen, and chugged the contents straight from the hole.
"Hey! You've been in this cell the whole time! Where'd you get that!" Snapped the policewoman.
Bumblebee finished the entire can, and crushed it in his fist.
The cellmates all cowered to the other side of the cell.
"As I literally just told you," He said, as he picked up a Shonen Jump and turned on a Walkman, "It's the evil spirit. It brings me things when I need them, or if I want them. Honestly I could probably have it do naughty things to you, Miss Officer."
"Why you-!" Barked the policewoman, flustered and blushing, "So what I don't have a boyfriend! Don't make me come in there! I'll...I'll-!"
"Hold it." Said Bumblebee, as he got up from the bed, "If that won't stop you from releasing me..."
He strolled up to the jail bars.
"I'll show you what else this terrifying evil spirit of mine can do. And I'll do it just to prove you I'm too dangerous to be let out."
Bumblebee stood a few feet away from the bars, and outstretched his right hand.
Suddenly, a third, unnatural arm shot out of his right arm. It look supernatural. The hand was black and gold, with three fingers and a thumb. The arm's length was differnet, with a longer forearm then a usual one. The arm itself was covered in black and yellow armor, with what looked like darts affixed on a rack at the elbow.
This strange new limb suddenly stretched, and reached outside the cell bars.
It went right for the policewoman, and grabbed her at the hip. She yelped, stunned by the sudden move. However, instead of continuing its touch on the woman's hip, it reached and snatched away her service revolver. It pulled the weapon right out of its holster, and yanked it, despite the cable the kept the pistol ensnared. The arm's strength and grip simply ripped the cable in two, and pulled back.
"W-What just-!?" Fumbled the policewoman, at a loss for words, due to the sudden touching of her hip.
The arm retracted, and skillfully placed the service revolver in Bumblebee's outstretched hand in one swift and smooth motion.
"B-But how-? Why would you touch me there-!? My pistol!? What're you planning to do!?"
"Did you see it? Did you see my evil spirit just now? If you didn't see it then..."
Bumblebee suddenly turned the gun to his head, ready to fire it at his own brain.
"...You'll see it now."
The policewoman regained her composure, and pleaded with Bumblebee.
"Hey! There's no need for that! Listen, if you want to...I can get you some help! If you want me to help you, I can! I know we just met and all, and you touched my hip and...Let's not do this now! You need help! And I can give you help! But you need to put the gun down!"
Bumblebee's thumb pulled back the hammer.
"Bumblebee! Please don't!"
"Yeah kid! Please, listen to your mom! You don't have to do this!"
"Shaddup!" Snapped Bumblebee.
Everyone flinched, and Bumblebee pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The cellmates screamed, the policewoman screamed, and Charlie screamed.
However, the gun's smoke had cleared, only to reveal Bumblebee breathing heavily, but unharmed.
However, the arm had revealed itself once more...
...And was holding the bullet, pointed at the boy's temple.
Bumblebee's face told the truth.
Not even he was sure that would was going to work out the way it did.
Bumblebee looked over his right shoulder once more, as if to find something that shouldn't be there.
"There's someone standing behind me." He said, "It must be the evil spirit who's possessed me."
The boy then handed the gun to the other side of the bars, and the spirit's hand dropped the bullet at the foot of the door. The policewoman snatched back her gun, clearly in shock of the unnatural occurrence.
Everyone could see the evil spirit, but none could deduce its face, for it was masked by the shadows of the poorly lit jail cell.
All anyone could see was a pair of glowing eyes.
Charlie thought to herself, "What's happened to my son?"
Her answer would come soon enough.
Some time later...
After seeing such a freakish sight, Charlie had called someone who had experience with the supernatural. He was famous worldwide for his noble deeds, not only in combat, but in civilization. They had become friends, after a certain incident in Bumblebee's youth.
She called Optimus Prime, CEO of the Prime Corporation.
"Mr. Prime!" Called Charlie.
"Ms. Watson." Answered Optimus.
"Thank you for coming!"
"Of course, I never turn my back on someone in need."
"Oh thank you thank you thank you-!"
"Charlie."
"Hm?"
"You're sure Bumblebee said it was an 'evil spirit?'"
"Yeah! He even shot himself to prove it! The evil spirit caught the bullet!"
"I see...has anything similar happened to you recently?"
"No. And Bumblebee says he won't come out of his cell until he figures out what's going on. What do I do?"
Charlie began to weep.
"My dear baby..."
"Don't fret, Charlie. I am here now, and I will do what I can to help."
Optimus then turned to look over his shoulder, and nodded.
Suddenly, a man wearing samurai-styled dark navy blue armor and a cape skirt got up from his chair. He had a samurai bun, an Asian complexion, and red eyes.
"It is imperative we hurry, for Bumblebee's sake." Said Optimus.
Back at the prison
In the time that passed Bumblebee's "evil spirit" had become quite the errand-boy, and brought Bumblebee more things.
Amongst this list were a coffee table, tons more books, a game pad, and much, much more.
"Crap!" Thought the policewoman, "If this gets out, I'm fired in a heartbeat!"
She then took a long look at Bumblebee.
"Well," She thought, "He's kinda cute for a High School Bad-Boy...And he...touched my hip...This is stupid! Why would I go after someone as crooked as him?!"
Suddenly, a man-mountain of muscle walked up to her.
"You need not worry about him any longer," Said Optimus, "I'll be taking Young Bumblebee home."
"Hm!?" The policewoman questioned Optimus, "I'm going to need some ID, sir. Just because I...just because I want the kid out of here doesn't mean he gets to leave any chance he gets!"
Optimus pulled out his ID.
"I am Optimus Prime, CEO of the Prime Corporation." He added a little more padding, "I am Young Bumblebee's legal guardian."
The policewoman was stunned.
"Oh," She said, almost disappointed, "I see. Well, he's here, so...go ahead. I guess."
Bumblebee perked up to glare.
"Legal guardian?" He wondered.
Charlie popped up behind Optimus.
"Bumblebee," She explained, "This man is your caretaker! We met him when you were a child, back in America! I wanted him to raise you if anything were to happen to me. I'm sure he'll be able to help you work through all of this! Please, just come out! Mama misses you!"
Bumblebee and Optimus both walked up to each other, and locked eyes from opposite sides of the jail bars.
Optimus flicked open the cell door, urging Bumblebee to leave the cell.
"Bumblebee," He affirmed, "It's time to go home."
"Get lost. I never asked for you to come here! Besides, how could you possibly help me? Listen, I'm sorry you had to haul all the way from America, but you're wasting you're time if you think you can help me."
Bumblebee then flicked his wrist, revealing he was holding Optimus's ID in his left hand, the one furthest from the open door.
"My ID?!" Thought Optimus, "When did he manage to-?"
"See?" Concluded Bumblebee, "Get it now? That's my evil spirit in action! I honestly don't think I should see the light of day."
He flicked the ID back to Optimus, who caught it.
"Don't get too close to me, you'll get hurt."
Suddenly, as if on its own, the cell door slammed shut.
However, no-one had laid a hand upon it to push it.
"I see..." Thought Optimus, "So, it finally reveals itself to him. I know full well what his 'evil spirit' really is! That said, where my words fail, actions will prove a superior alternative!"
"Drift." Said Optimus.
Optimus's companion, who wore the samurai armor, walked to Prime's side.
"Yes, Master Optimus?"
"Do as you see fit. But nothing too drastic."
"Of course."
"Bumblebee," Introduced Optimus, "This is Drift. He's an old friend I found in Japan some years ago."
Bumblebee shot a glare of disinterest.
"Don't bother." He snapped, "He may look tough, but you're an idiot if you think he's going to pull me out just because you told him to."
"I suppose I will have to get a little tougher." Observed Drift, "But, at the end of the day, you will come out of there, one way or another."
Charlie was getting protective.
"Just what are you going to do to my son!?"
"Watch, and see." Said Drift.
The armor-clad man slowly but suddenly struck a martial arts stance, and then pushed his hands outwards.
A startling appearance was made.
The humanoid creature was black and red. It had a golden mask over its face. It looked like a masked samurai, with a golden crest adorning its helmet. In an epic blue fire of awe and glory, the bizarre creature struck a martial arts stance much like Drift's.
(TLK Drift)
Bumblebee was stunned.
"That's..."
"Indeed." Finished Drift, "I, too, have an 'evil spirit.' But, unlike you, I control mine freely! I've taken to call this spirit..."
The spirit phased through the bars of the cell, coming face-to-face with Bumblebee.
"...Deadlock!"
With sudden trails of blue fire, Deadlock began its attack.
Suddenly, the blue flames turned to energy, and sent Bumblebee into the air. The boy was then pinned to the wall by the attack. Charlie gasped in horror of the unnatural event playing out before her. The policewoman, however, could see nothing, and was left confused.
"What's going on?! Why's the kid stuck to the wall all of the sudden?"
Suddenly, Deadlock glared as it looked over its shoulder and locked eyes with her.
As though like magic, the policewoman blinked, and opened her eyes to see Deadlock.
She screamed, and passed out from shock.
Deadlock returned its attention to Bumblebee, as it picked him up by his shoulders.
It was then that Bumblebee's evil spirit finally showed itself.
(AOE Bumblebee with Battle Mask)
The spirit broke Deadlock's hold on Bumblebee.
"I see..." Observed Optimus.
Angry at Drift for laying hands upon him, Bumblebee pointed at Drift. The spirit obeyed his unspoken command, understanding the full meaning.
The spirit phased through the bars of the cell, and quickly put Deadlock in a choke hold. It did so with such overwhelming speed and power, Deadlock had no way to react and counter in time.
Drift suddenly began to choke as well, as though Deadlock and Drift were one and the same.
"S-Sir," Choked Drift, "The S-Spirit..."
"I know."
"When you asked me to get him to leave the cell...I was going to hold back...But seeing such power, I believe we may have to exert more force then before. Do you wish me to stop? If this continues, it could get dangerous."
"Do what you must."
"Of course, sir."
Charlie was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
"Drift must use more violent tactics if he is to resolve this."
"Sling Shock!"
Suddenly, Deadlock's hands cackled with energy, as it put its fists together. Then it spun in a full 360 counter-clockwise formation, and sent an energy bolas right for Bumblebee.
"Optimus! Just what is he doing to Bumblebee?" Questioned Charlie.
"Restraining him."
"WHAT!?"
"Please, keep calm."
The bolas coiled around Bumblebee tightly, and began to suffocate him. As Bumblebee struggled for air, the evil spirit was beginning to warp in and out of visibility. As though it was tied to Bumblebee's very life.
"The evil spirit is withdrawing." Observed Charlie.
"The Sling Shock is restricting Bumblebee's airway, which causes the spirit to weaken."
Optimus then turned to Bumblebee.
"Bumblebee! Now that you've ceased for the moment, I will reveal the spirit's identity!"
Bumblebee, despite being choked to death, began to listen.
"Your 'evil spirit' isn't one at all! What you believe is an evil spirit is, in truth, a manifestation of the soul created by your very own life energy. Because of its location by your side, this creation has been dubbed throughout the ages as..."
Bumblebee was very confused.
"...A Stand!"
Drift felt confident that Bumblebee would finally yield.
"Understand that if you struggle, you will only hurt yourself. Do the right thing, and yield with your honor intact."
Bumblebee was done with Drift screwing him over.
"Enough of this." He growled, "The only reason I stay is because I hurt others without even realizing it. Yeah, you may have one of these 'Stands' too. But if you keep going on with this..."
Suddenly, Bumblebee's Stand began a wind-up for an attack. Although it was weakened, it still had the strength for one last attack. It had to strike surgically, at somewhere that Deadlock couldn't counter.
"YOU EAT FLOOR!"
Suddenly, the Stand turned away, and struck the toilet at the far end of the cell.
The sudden burst of water pressure cut right through the Sling Shock in mere seconds. Thankfully, the main stream flew right past Bumblebee, instead of striking. With Bumblebee free, his Stand was rejuvenated in mere nanoseconds!
The Stand then proceeded to rip apart the cell bars. Further intriguing, the Stand's wrists and hands suddenly turned into two pincer claws, ready to cut their target down to size.
Bumblebee stepped forward. The Stand readied a claw, and went in for the strike. Bumblebee was furious, and now he had the power to unleash his anger out on something, or someone.
But something even stranger happened next.
Drift simply turned a cold shoulder and promptly ignored him.
Drift walked to the other side of the hall, and sat crossed-legged. The sudden move was so unexpected, Bumblebee quickly ceased his attack.
"Hey! What're you trying to pull here?!" Snapped Bumblebee.
"Sir," Drift explained to Optimus, "As you can see, I have coaxed Young Bumblebee out of the cell."
"Good work, Drift."
Bumblebee had a bored look on his face.
"Hold on a second!" He snapped, "You saying you just let me win?"
"Not Quite." Explained Drift, "Although I was prepared to injure you, I was not expecting such prowess on your part."
And if I went through with that pincer-thing, what were you gonna do?"
"My Stand is Deadlock. It is capable of many things, a simple stab will countered easily. Deadlock's precision and blade prowess would reduce such an attack to splinters. However, the purpose was met, and so I found no reason in continuing."
"Drift here has something almost identical to your 'spirit.'"
Bumblebee's Stand disappeared, since the fight had ended.
"You needn't remain in a cell any longer to learn about your Stand any longer. Please, come with us."
Bumblebee reluctantly agreed.
The group went to a coffee shop to celebrate Bumblebee's long-awaited release.
"It is much easier to see you in a natural light, Young Bumblebee." Observed Drift.
"Where'd you find him?" Bumblebee asked Optimus.
"Drift was-!"
"I was lost. My soul had taken a turn for the dark. However, it was Optimus Prime's light that had rescued me from both poverty and death." Drift answered.
"I found Drift sitting in an alleyway one night." Explained Optimus, "He'd nearly overdosed. I had him rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible. I paid for Drift's rehabilitation. When he had finished, he requested to stay by my side as a bodyguard, or even a butler."
Charlie simply wrapped her arms around Bumblebee as she began to pamper him.
"I'm so glad you finally came back to Mama!"
"Shaddup. You're so annoying you...you...you bitch." Bumblebee said, noticeably forcing out words, as though he was trying to say something else.
"Bumblebee." Scolded Optimus, "You shouldn't say such derogatory and abhorrent things to your mother."
"Hey, Ops." Bumblebee changed the subject, "Lemme ask you something I don't understand."
"Go ahead."
"How d'you know about my evil spirit-Stand thing?"
"I was the one who gave it to you."
The words hit like a bomb.
"What?"
"In your youth, you were quite sick once. The ailment was considered fatal. After I saw your case, I decided to do everything I could to help. In the end, all the treatments had failed. I was forced to take a more drastic measure."
"That being?"
"When no-one was looking, I had imbued you with the Stand you have now discovered. I never thought the day would come when you would feel compelled to use it."
"Is that why you came all the way from America?"
"Yes. And no."
"What else?"
"Take a look at these."
Optimus pulled out several photos.
The photos were all so strange. They were of underwater derelicts. But something was unnatural about them. There was an unnatural ominous aura in every image, as though there was something there that shouldn't be.
Or rather, something not present where it should be.
"What am I supposed to make of these?" Said Bumblebee.
"These images were taken at the sight of a derelict ship that sank about 100 years ago. It was said that there were...No survivors. However, take a look at this one."
The final image was most peculiar.
It was the image of a man. His hair was gray, there was a gaping hole in his chest, he wore what looked to be gray and black clothing. But that wasn't what was most peculiar...
What was most unsettling was that the body looked completely intact, even though it was at the bottom of the ocean.
"That's..."
"Bizarre, is it not?" Finished Optimus, "However, that isn't the most peculiar part of this improbable mystery. The salvage team in charge of recovering everything are currently missing in action. When a recovery team was sent..."
The last words were the worst.
"...Neither the salvage crew, nor the image of the man in this photo were found."
"Hold up a sec," Said Bumblebee, "You're making it sound like the dead guy just killed them all and walked a way or something."
"Indeed he did."
"What d'you even mean?"
"That man is evil incarnate. His name is Megatron...And he has just awakened from a 100-year sleep at the bottom of the ocean."
"That sounds so stupid I don't even know how to react."
"Oh?"
"Just because all this freaky stuff is going on doesn't mean I'm just gonna buy it. There's a limit to how much I'm gonna believe."
"If that is the case..."
Optimus pulled an expensive-looking Polaroid camera out of his coat, and set it down on the table.
"...I'll just have to show you."
Optimus prepared to bring down a chop upon the device.
"I too, have a Stand. Although I have something a little more different from yours or Drift's."
"What are you going on about-!"
Suddenly, a blue-and-red armor-clad arm appeared over Optimus's raised arm. After the sudden appearance, Optimus brought his hand down upon the camera, and smashed it apart in a single blow.
Stranger still, after the deed was done, the camera had printed a picture.
Optimus's unnatural arm vanished, and he grabbed the picture, and held it in the air as the image finished printing.
A waiter came over.
"Is everything alright?" He asked, "I heard something being broken, and came to check what happened."
"It is fine, return to your duties."
The waiter turned and left.
"The image that will appear on this photo will be an image my Stand had procured from the spectral realm."
Optimus had released the suspense, and turned the image to face Bumblebee.
It was an image of the "dead man" from the photos before. His back was turned, as he glared ominously over his shoulder...
...As though he was looking right into the camera.
"He has appeared in the spectral images as of recently," Explained Optimus, "He is back. And he's out there in the world, plotting something..."
"How do you know about him?"
"He and I...share a history."
"We have been searching for Megatron for quite some time." Chimed in Drift, "We have had no luck as of yet."
"It is imperative we find and stop Megatron, before any harm can be wrought." Said Optimus.
There were many secrets Optimus was keeping hidden.
It was only a matter of time before the entire world would come to know of the danger overhead.
There would be a race against time. Stakes, higher than any one person, some personal, others public. There would come a great many trails.
And Optimus, despite his time upon the Earth, was not ready.
Somewhere in the shadows...
Megatron growled, annoyed.
"It happened again..."
The sensation was unmistakable.
"Just now, I could feel an unwelcome presence watching me again..."
It was clear whom was playing such tricks upon the immortal entity.
"After all this time..."
Him.
"...You are still trying to thwart my designs, Optimus?"
Megatron began to walk around, shirtless, his eyes like glowing amethysts, and a strange device, like a purple eye, affixed to his chest.
A woman lay at his feet, fresh with death.
"I see now..."
It was all so clear to him.
"If you will not be driven out by time. Then I must simply rise once again, and do what needs to be done."
His duty was clear.
"If this is fate. I must fight it. It is a destiny I must erase. After all..."
It was all meant to be.
"...The universe itself is mine to bend."
A clash of two brothers would come...
...And the world would suffer the consequences.
A/N: You have NO IDEA how long it's taken me to do this! I've been so overworked and busy, I couldn't make time to write this! Here's to hoping for a much smoother future in this story! Sorry about the "Bizarre" joke, I just couldn't help myself.
Anyway, As mentioned before, I might do a little spin-off for Car Robots, but I'll wait a while before I start that.
But what sort of secret past does Optimus have? How is Megatron alive?
Most importantly, what does fate have in store for our characters?
Now, let's talk about appearances.
Optimus Prime is...years old. He stands a height of 6'2. His has pale skin, golden eyes, a trim beard, and long, black hair. His trademark is always wearing two antennae (the shape being that of Optimus's antennae from Robots in Disguise 2001). He wears a pair of comfortable and stretchy blue pants, a pair of black and gray motorcycle boots, a red calf-length duster coat (coat pattern designed like Optimus Prime's torso from Robots in Disguise 2001), a white shirt, and black gloves.
Bumblebee is 17 years old. He has short, golden hair, blue eyes, Caucasian skin, and a height of 5'9. He always wears a mask over his mouth that's from his favorite anime; Car Robots (mouth mask design TFA Bumblebee battle mask). If he is in a situation where he can be silent, he usually makes a habit of talking as little as possible. Out of his school uniform, he wears black pants, yellow knee-high boots, black gloves, and a black and yellow knee-length coat (coat pattern designed Classic Camaro Bumblebee).
Drift is 29 years old. He has black hair in a samurai bun, crimson eyes, a height of 6'1, and Asian skin. He wears compact samurai armor (samurai armor designed like AOE Drift samurai armor), and a black cape skirt. He always carries at least 1 sword whenever he can.
Megatron is...years old. He is 6'2. He has slightly pale skin, long gray hair, and glowing purple eyes. He wears a custom gray military coat with pauldrons (The coat design is Evergreen G1 Megatron), Black combat boots, black leather chaps, black gloves, and gray pants.
More designs will be told as those characters appear.
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