By the title of this chapter, you might be wondering "Is Blitzwing going to be in here?" If you did, here's an Energon cookie for you! If you didn't, here's a picture of one. Yeah, Blitzwing demanded that he be written into this chapter. Mini-Blitzwing literally stood on my shoulder with his Hothead face, going, "Vrite me into zhat chapter now, fleshling, or I'll reduce jou now into a flat pancake!" Yeah…

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2 ~ Of Robo-Nazis and Cookies ~ 2

I got an explanation from the blue flight-capable robot with the gold coloured face, though; I was not pleased by it. He said he attacked me because he perceived me as a threat. I wanted to go up to him and wring his tiny neck, but I couldn't, because if I tried to open the cage, all the Decepticons would try to escape. I simply growled threateningly at him before someone touched my hand in order to gain my attention. I turned to see that it had been the red and blue flamed toy.

"Yes?" I inquired.

"What are you going to do to the Decepticons? Are you going to keep them locked up?" I could almost hear the silent 'forever'.

I sighed and crossed my arms. "I have no idea. It depends if they'll behave and not try to destroy my room again." I glanced at my side table drawer and saw the navy blue Kreon watching me through the keyhole. I rested my head in my hands with a groan. My mind was clogged with questions I knew I couldn't answer, and slowly I wondered how I was going to keep them all away from my grandparents. They would surely have a heart attack if they saw my toys walking around, talking. "I can't have my grandparents see you guys."

A silver coloured robot that was shorter than the one with flames painted on him scoffed and crossed his arms. "Don't trust the 'Cons on staying hidden. They'll never listen to you," he said.

I nodded towards the silver robot. A sigh escaped me as my eyes took in all of the Autobots that stood on the floor of my bedroom. With a deep breath, I said, "Before we go any further, I want to know your names."

And so I was introduced to the Autobots. The robot with the flames was Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots; the silver robot was Sideswipe, and he had a twin, who was standing beside him. His name was Sunstreaker, and it matched the brightness of his paint. There was a white robot with green and red accents, two fin-like-things that stuck out the sides of his head, and a face mask that covered his mouth, who was named Wheeljack. He was an inventor of some sort. I hoped I would be able to keep him away from the appliances downstairs. There was a shorter silver one with a blue visor/sunglasses-thing over his eyes who was named Jazz. There was a bulky black mech with a cannon attached to each forearm who went by the name Ironhide. There was a white and blue mech that went by the name Smokescreen, and there was the medic, Ratchet, who was white with orange accents. Last but not least, there was another Kreon, but this one was white with black door-like wings ("Police" was written across the bottom of the both of them) and a red chevron on his forehead. His name was Prowl.

Out of the corner of my eye, though, I noticed what appeared to be a female Autobot poke her head out from within my closet and look at me.

I was introduced awkwardly to the Decepticons as well, but some of them didn't even look at me.

After all that was done, I tried to think of a way to keep these guys hidden from my family members. A lot of things might happen to them if they were seen. They could be sent to the pound, the government might find out about them, they might be dissected, destroyed, locked up… For a second, my head felt like it was going to spin out of control. I might have broken down if it wasn't for the small hand that I felt touch my index finger. I looked down and saw Bumblebee looking up at me.

"Why don't we start by building a base?" Optimus suggested.

I nodded before I got to my feet. "Under the bed will do. Grandpa and Grandma don't look under my bed, so you should be fine." So after making sure there was nothing under my bed, I helped the Autobots begin to build their base. I set up a Barbie couch and a wooden doll coffee table for them. I placed an old dry eraser under there for the shorter bots to use as a desk, and bigger box for the taller bots to use. After that was done, I wiggled out from under my bed and took the cage the Decepticons were in down. I stuffed it into the closet, where they couldn't be seen.

After that was done, I straightened and left the room. I crept downstairs where I said goodnight to my grandparents before retiring. I went back up to my bedroom, grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants, and then went to the bathroom. After using it and getting dressed into my pajamas, I went back to my bedroom. I got down on my hands and knees in order to see how my new little…uh…guests were doing. Under the bed was dark, so everything was illuminated by their eyes, which glowed. "Hey, guys, don't you think you need some lights under here for during the night?" I asked.

"Nah," came a voice from one of the pairs of eyes I could now see that were staring at me. I recognised the voice as being Jazz's. It was hard to mistake his voice because of the prominent gangster accent his voice always carried. "We can see pe'fectly fine, thank ya. We 'ave 'night vision'."

I sighed. "That's good to know," I said before I straightened and got to my feet. "I'm going to sleep now, guys. See you in the morning." I climbed into bed and got under the covers. I closed my eyes, and in a few seconds, I had drifted off into oblivion.

The next morning, I woke up to find three little toy robots jumping on my bed. For a second I was reminded of the preschool song "Five Little Monkeys Jumping On the Bed". With a few blinks, I realized the little intruders were Smokescreen, Sideswipe, and Jazz. I watched them continue to jump up and down even as Jazz realized that I was awake. He continued to jump up and down and grinned at me in a way that told me that he had considered if I would have allowed them to jump on the bed, but couldn't resist the temptation.

"G'mornin', Ash!" Jazz greeted before he back-flipped and landed on my knee.

"Hey, Jazz," I said quietly as I watched Sideswipe and Smokescreen continue to jump up and down on the bed until they noticed me and stopped. I was curious as to how Sideswipe had been jumping on my bed, since his feet were wheels.

I was still a little dazed at the fact that the whole box of robotic action figures that my grandparents had given me for my birthday were alive. Half of the action figures were trapped in the closet because they were bad guys and needed to be taught to follow my commands, and the other half was hiding out under my bed—minus the three that were on my bed. From time to time, some of the Decepticons in my closet would yell at me and curse at me in their native language, but I ignored them.

I threw my covers off of me and conveniently buried the bots on my bed under them. I stood up and quickly began to gather a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and other clothing that I was going to wear before I left the room with a quick "I'll be right back" and went down to the bathroom, where I had a shower. I emerged from the bathroom with my hair damp but still put up in a high ponytail. I got down on my hands and knees and glanced over at the Autobots standing at the box-desk. There was a small piece of paper was laid down on the makeshift desk and I realized they had mapped out my bedroom.

"Hey, guys, I'm back," I announced softly. I noticed that Jazz, Sideswipe, and Smokescreen had long since unburied themselves from my comforter and now were standing within the base as well. I motioned towards the small map they created. "What's that?"

Optimus looked up at me and smiled slightly. "It is a map of your quarters. It consists of a base and a neutral zone near the doorway. We want to be able to pinpoint the Decepticons' location at all times, even when they're not in the room," he explained.

"Let me guess," I sighed. "You want to know what the rest of my home looks like as well, then."

Optimus nodded as Prowl answered my question verbally. "Indeed. We'll be sending Mirage and Jazz to map out the other rooms and quarters," he said.

My eyebrows furrowed. "You don't need to do that," I said. "I think I saw the blueprints for this house in the misc. drawer down in the kitchen. My grandparents built this home, themselves, so they didn't want to get rid of it. I'll go get it and photocopy it when they're not looking." I went to get up, but then I paused. "Why do you need the layout of my grandparents' house when all of the Decepticons are locked up?"

"They might have the chance to escape," Optimus said.

"The blueprints will be excellent," Prowl said with a small smile.

I nodded and got to my feet, careful to not bump my head on the underside of my bed. When I was on my feet, I stretched before I wandered out of my room and down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, and found myself wandering into the kitchen, I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that Grandma and Grandpa were not there. They were probably out on the porch, enjoying some tea. So, without a second thought, I rushed over to the misc. drawer and opened it.

My hands were in there instantly, pushing and lifting things out of the way until I came upon the blueprints. I grinned. My memory hadn't failed me. I didn't know what I'd done if I had to ask my grandparents if they knew where their decades old set of blueprints were…

Quickly, I took the blueprints mapping out the basement, the ground floor, the second floor (where my room was), and the attic, and went to the printer/photocopier/fax machine. I opened up the photocopier part of the machine and laid down the blueprint for the basement. I then placed the lid of the part down and pressed the "Start Photocopy" button. As I heard the scanner bar go back and forth, I grinned as I remembered that I was one of the only people who knew how to work this machine—the other was Grandma.

When that was done and the copy had been printed out, I replaced the blueprint in the machine with the one of the ground floor.

As I continued to copy the blueprints, the hairs on the back of my neck rose and tingled slightly. But I calmly continued until I was finished before I gathered up the blueprints and the copies and put the originals back in the drawer. Then I turned around to face the person who was watching me.

Imagine my shock when I saw another living toy watching me from where he stood on the top of the fridge…

I stared at the robotic man, taking in the two purple wings that pointed downwards from where they were mounted on his back. I blinked a couple times as I took in his red eyes, his left one seeming to have a monocle over it. Cautiously, I began to walk slowly over to the fridge, and when I was standing in front of it, I craned my neck to look up at him. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Ze designation is Blitzving. I am a Decepticon," he replied with a thick German accent riding his words. "I should ask ze same of jou." He crossed his arms.

The German accent fit his appearance. His armor was designed in such a way that it looked like he had just walked out of a World War II documentary. "The name's Ashley…and I'm a human." I didn't know if it was wise to tell him to location of his buddies…

His face, which was long and blue, suddenly was swapped out, with an electronic whirr, for a black face with jack-o-lantern like features on it. "Ooo! A human!" he said in a way I didn't expect to come from him. I watched as he clapped his hands together and hopped up and down in a way a little kid did when they were excited. "Is zhat vhy jou're so tall? Are all humans taller zhan Cybertronians?"

When he says "Cybertronians"…is that a species? Are the Autobots and the Decepticons part of that species? I wondered.

His face suddenly swapped out again, but this time it was red, with a visor like Jazz's, but red. And it had a more prominent chin. "Or are jou just an irregular sized human?" he sounded angry, mean, with this face. He also sounded like he wanted to belittle me with that statement, but I ignored him. Instead of retaliating like he expected me to, I reached up and grabbed him before bring him down to more my level. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

"I'm a normal sized human, Hothead," I said calmly, addressing this personality with a name I came up with,

His face swapped again, but this time it changed back into the blue face. "Ignore zhem," he stated calmly from where he hung in my hand. "Zhough, I have some questions…"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Okay…" I said slowly. "Ask away."

"Have jou happened across a mech named Megatron?" With that, he calmly squirmed out of my hand, climbed up my arm, and stood on my right shoulder.

How he was comfortable enough to do that shocked me. "Uh…Megatron…?" I paused to think and remember which toy was Megatron. "Um…he's locked up…" When Optimus told me of Megatron and what he had done, I had been glad that I had shoved him into the cage with his troops.

The Icy Blitzwing persona looked at me with minor surprise before he suddenly swapped to the slightly childish/nutcase persona. "Yippee! Zhen zhere's no risk of being pummeled by him!"

I looked at him disbelievingly at him out of the corner of my eye. "He hurts his troops? How come he still has an army, then?" I asked.

The Icy person took over once again. "Megatron beats his soldiers into submission. He zhreatens to kill zhem if zhey try to defect. All zhree of my personalities are terrified of him." I turned my head to look at him with mild surprise. This guy had three personalities and all three of them were terrified of the leader of the Decepticons. Like, how could someone do that? At least one of the personalities should have been resistant.

"Well, I'd like to currently call myself 'neutral' at the moment. I'm still kinda trying to get used to having living toys in my room. I'm nether on the Autobots' side or the Decepticons' side—though I find myself leaning towards the Autobots' side…since I liked the Autobots when I was little," I explained. I saw the question in his little red, visible, eye, but I shushed it as I continued. "I'll explain it later. So, I'm just putting it out there that I'm neutral. You can come to me if you need protection from Megatron."

"Vhy vould I go to jou for help?" Hothead demanded.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "'Cause I would be able to save you from a certain death," I said and left it at that as I turned and went upstairs, realizing that I had been downstairs longer that I probably should have been.

I made sure I was still holding the copied blueprints as I made my way up to my bedroom. Blitzwing rode on my shoulder but then jumped off of my shoulder as soon as I entered my bedroom. I watched as he hovered up onto the top shelf of my bookshelf before settling down behind some books. My guess was that he was going to hide out up there since Megatron was locked up. He was probably going to observe the Autobots from there and then go back to the Decepticons as soon as I let them free.

If I ever deemed them ready to be let out of the cage.

I would have to teach them some manners.

"We have a problem," Optimus told me later as I sat at my desk, writing casually on my laptop. One of my hobbies was to write. I looked down at him and noticed that he had climbed onto my desk and was sitting next to my blue Asus.

"What kind of problem?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Optimus blinked. "Ratchet just gave us our bi-megacycle checkup, and realized that we are all running low on the energy that sustains us—Energon. We need to find an alternate source of fuel," he replied.

A sigh escaped out through my nose. I stopped my writing long enough to allow myself to think about how to solve this problem. Optimus was basically saying that the toys needed something to eat. What could I feed them? They're made of plastic. Anything they would eat might damage them. But maybe if I fed them something soft…like one of my grandmother's homemade chocolate chip cookies… I blinked in surprise of my sudden revelation and got up from my desk. I looked down at Optimus. "I think I have an idea," I said before I left my room and drifted downstairs for a mission for the second time today.

I prayed that my grandparents wouldn't be in the kitchen when I walked in there. Grandma's cookies were contained in the porcelain cookie jar sitting across the room from the only entrance and exit into the kitchen. When I reached the door to the kitchen, I stopped and listened to see if anyone was in the kitchen. When I didn't hear any movement, I walked into the kitchen, not daring to breathe as I tiptoed across to the cookie jar. I was on high alert as I took the lid off of the jar and reached in before taking out four cookies. I quickly closed the lid and turned to leave the kitchen as I stuffed the cookies in my light sweater pocket, but then froze when my eyes landed on my grandfather.

He hadn't been focused on me, but as soon as I turned to look at him, he looked at me. I smiled at him good-naturedly even though I began to panic inside. Did he see me take the cookies? Did he know that they were in my pocket? I watched as he smiled back at me and then moved around me. I let out a silent sight of relief before I rushed back up to my room. But as I came to my door, I stopped. That raid of the cookie jar was easy. I knew that it was going to get a lot harder as time progressed and my grandparents became suspicious.

I entered my room and smiled when I saw that all the bots were under the bed. Quietly, I split the cookie that I had snatched for myself and set half of it up on Blitzwing's shelf as I whispered softly, "Eat it slowly, I don't know when I can snag another cookie…" I then walked over and knelt down next to my bed. When they all turned to look at me, I noticed that their eyes seemed to be a bit dimmer. "I brought you something to 'refuel' with." I set a cookie out on the box-desk. "Take a look at it, Ratchet. Is it edible?" I watched as the Autobot medic walked over and scanned it.

He rubbed his chin, showing that he was deep in thought. "It's comprised of two types of glucose, sodium, and some other ingredients I am not familiar with. It should provide us with the energy we need," Ratchet said with a nod.

I grinned and stood up as they began to divide the cookie up amongst themselves evenly. I began to eat my cookie as I walked over to my closet and opened it slightly. I carefully slid a cookie between the bars and handed it to the Decepticons. "Eat up," I told them. "And share…" I gave them a look before I closed the door.

I then turned my back and leaned against the door. If I had to sneak about like this all the time…how was I going to handle this?