Yay! Chapter 3! Ok, now I'm really getting optimistic! Or should I say; Optimus-tic! Alright, I know I'm bad at puns, don't judge. You are talking to the person who thinks her main OC should be an Autobot named Amazon Prime. Again, don't judge.

Anyway, I don't own Transformers or any of its characters, only my OCs and the story...

Ok, I think that covers all the boring legal stuff, now let's get to the fun part! This is my first story, so please don't expect it to be perfect or have an amazing plot with unexpected twists and all that sci-fi stuff where you have to really pay attention and have a good memory to understand it all. I'm doing my best to make it at least mildly entertaining.

I would also appreciate if you left some kind of review, just to let me know how I'm doing, suggestions, that sort of stuff.

Thank you for reading so far!


When I woke up, we were next to a small, abandoned house. I got out of the truck, and Optimus transformed. He offered me an apple, and I took it.

"All right, story time!" I declared as I sat on the ground in front of him. The other Autobots were next to him.

"As you know," started Optimus, "You were an Autobot. Your name was not truly Rose, but instead Titanium. You had decided that if you were a human, you would want your name to be Rose. You were captured by a Decepticon named Witchripper, deputy of Galvatron. He took you to what remains of the once-powerful organization called KSI. They had a new experiment they wanted to try out on an Autobot... sadly, you were its first victim. I have no idea how to make you an Autobot again, so for now, we must use what we have. I'm sorry." I stared at him, the half-eaten apple in my hand forgotten.

"So... I'm an alien robot named Titanium, and me being a human is simply the result of an experiment, but you have no idea how to make me a robot again."

"Yeah," said Hound, "that basically sums it up." I frowned, trying to remember anything. Any other life I might have had felt so far away, too far to reach. It was as if Titanium was a completely different person, and the only way to join Titanium me and Rose me together was to remember, which was impossible at the"" moment.

"For human interaction," said Optimus, "you will keep the name Rose." I nodded. It would be wired to go out into public and say your name was Titanium. "We believe it would be better, for now," he continued, "if you went to school. I contacted the Phillips household, and they agreed to let you go to school under their name. The school will have my number as a contact, but they will come for any needed meetings between parents and teachers."

"You have a phone number?"

"Of course"

"What about the fact that your voice sounds nothing like his?"

"We're alien robots," said Crosshairs with a faint accent, "We have advanced alien software. Now's one of those times we get to use it."

"What he means," said Drift with a different accent, probably Chinese or Japanese, "is that we have it covered." I forced a smile.

"Based on your age being about 16 in human years," said Optimus, "you would be a sophomore. Which means you need to study." I frowned. "Don't worry, I assume it won't take long to get you to the proper intellectual level of a person your age, if you're not already." He smiled.

So, for the next week, I studied. It was all surprisingly easy, as if I was an informational sponge. Apparently, my robotic memory was still perfectly intact. I used a small room in the house as a makeshift office. Optimus projected a kind of screen in front of him that I used for an awesome computer. On the day before school, Mrs. Phillips and I went shopping. We met outside a Target, hugging as Bumblebee went to park.

"You're okay with all this alien stuff?" I asked her. She nodded. In a low voice, she said

"My husband used to work for a government agency called NEST. They used to deal with the Autobots. I'm used to it." I smiled. We went inside.

I ended up buying a lot of stuff. Clothes, backpack, school supplies, even a dictionary. She persuaded me into buying a few accessories. She explained to me that when the police arrived at their house and saw the Decepticon, they assumed it had just gone through the condo and the family managed to shoot it down. She said Elise said hi, but was too busy studying last-minute to come.

The next day, school started. They might as well have put a sign up above the front doors saying,

"Welcome to the burning flames of Hell! Enjoy!"