"Alright, if I was information on the end of the world, where would I be?" Jazz asked himself as he looked through some more datapads on the first floor.

"In plain sight, unfortunately," Blast Off answered Jazz's question as he was investigating a shelf near him.

"You think they could at least catalogue the damn things so we can process all of this faster," Jazz complained.

"Do you think Monobear would make this easy for us?" Blast Off asked. "He probably did this on purpose to make it harder for us to figure out what has happen."

"What a troll," Jazz complained.

"Tell me about- hmm? What's this?" Blast Off asked as he examined the wall.

"What is it?" Jazz asked as he came over to see what it was.

"Is it me, or does this look a bit off?" Blast Off asked as he pointed to a patch of off-colored walk.

"Huh, yeah it does," Jazz agreed. "Let's touch it." He quickly pressed his hand against it, causing it to be pushed inward. "Huh, guess that worked," he noted as he waited for something to happen. A holographic screen came up on the wall. At the top were the word 'archives.' Below it were buttons that said 'open," 'instructions,' and 'times opened.' The two glanced at each other at their new find.

"It looks like the library is bigger than we once thought," Blast Off noticed.

"I wonder what secrets we'll find in it," Jazz questioned himself. "Might as well go ahead and open it."

"Before you do that, it would probably be best to click on instructions first," Blast Off recommended.

"Good idea. It's strange an archive would have instructions on how to use it," Jazz agreed as he clicked on it. A new image appeared on the screen that showed the instructions. It goes as followed:

Welcome to the Archives, teacher. As I'm sure this is your first time, let me explain quickly how this works. You press 'open' and it will ask you to wave your electroID in front of it. Once you do that, you will gain entrance to the archives. Once the door opens, it will stay open for an hour before automatically closing. Once it closes, it will auto-lock for 12 hours before being able to open again, so plan accordingly.

"We better gather everyone before we open it," Jazz said as he finished reading it.

"Quite. This is a very unusual way of operating something," Blast Off noticed.

"This guy has to be at least a little eccentric," Jazz said as he headed off to tell everyone.

Smokescreen and Wildrider arrived at Rewind's door and ranged the bell. "So, uh, how bad was it?" Smokescreen asked.

"Pretty bad," Wildrider murmured. "Be ready to use those fists of yours."

"No problem."

The door opened to Chromedome, bleeding slightly from a stabbed wound in his side and having a couple of dents in his armor. "You again," he growled to Wildrider.

"Uh, hey! What happen to you?" Wildrider asked as he glared at the hole.

"It's just a mesh wound. Rewind took a knife from the kitchen, stabbed me, and locked himself in the bathroom," Chromedome grumbled.

"Ah, sounds like a good idea," Smokescreen mentioned off-handily. "Chromedome, I think you two should stay in separate rooms for a while."

"What? Why?" Chromedome asked, surprised.

"Uh, well, you know, with the whole screaming at each other thing, the threats, and the violence, we think you two should have a little, uh… break," Wildrider explained.

"We're just hitting a rough patch, that's all. Besides, someone as weak, pathetic, and useless as him needs someone like me to watch over him and make sure he doesn't get killed," Chromedome explained.

"If you don't kill him first," Wildrider whispered to Smokescreen.

"What was that?" Chromedome asked.

"Nothing," Smokescreen said. "Look, how about this. We watch over Rewind while you stay in your room for a while," he suggested to the mnemosurgeon.

"And why should I trust you?" Chromedome asked.

"Because, we're a pair. Neither of us can do anything without the other one watching him," Smokescreen comforted. The tall 'Bot looked at the two before stepping out and gesturing for the two to enter.

"Fine. If you insist on taking care of the whining piece of scrap, go ahead. I'll be doing other things," Chromedome said darkly as he stepped away from the duo. The two glanced at teach other before taking a step in Rewind's room.

"So, once we open it, we got an hour to search through it before we're locked in," Ratchet summarized.

"Correct. Everybody ready?" Jazz asked. Everyone gave silent nods of confirmation. "Alright, let's get started." Jazz pressed the open button and waved his electroID over it.

"Welcome, Jazz," a voice greeted, before turning off and leaving them to wait for a minute before the wall came down to show a room. The group entered the brightly lit room. Inside, they could see more holographic screens on five floors with stair cases on the left and right end of the room. The catwalks connected in many ways, creating a nauseating effect on them. The room was bath in a light shade of red. A door was on the right hand side, leading somewhere else. On the other end of the room was a large holographic screen.

"Well now, this seems interested," Perceptor muttered to himself.

"Alright, we got an hour before we're locked in. Start searching," Jazz ordered, as he went to one of the screens. Everyone else quickly went to a different screen and began searching.

"Rewind?" Smokescreen asked as he knocked on the bathroom door.

"Whoever it is, stay the frag away from me! I got a knife and will hurt you!" Rewind threaten.

"Hey, calm down. It's just me and Smokescreen," Wildrider tried to calm him down.

"You're a fragging psychopath!"

"Guilty as charge," Wildrider agreed.

"You're not helping," Smokescreen chastised. "Hey, Rewind? Are you okay? Did Chromedome hurt you?"

"What do you think?" Wildrider whispered.

"What do you think?!" Rewind shouted behind the door.

"Okay, you have a point," Smokescreen muttered.

"Look, you want to help me?" Rewind asked.

"Yeah," Smokescreen answered.

"Then leave the room," rewind told them.

"What, but-"

"No buts. Leave!" Rewind yelled at them.

"Listen, Re-"

"Meh, whatever. Let's go," Wildrider told him as he left for the door. Smokescreen glared at the manic in shock before calming down and relenting. He followed Wildrider as he went for the door…

…and closed it loudly without leaving.

"Wha…" Smokescreen began.

"Shh," Wildrider hushed hi as he tip-toed over to the bathroom door. Smokescreen caught on to what he was doing and crept his way over to the door with Wildrider. The two waited in silence (which Smokescreen realized as very strange for Wildrider) for a couple of minutes. Smokescreen wondered if the door would opened when it slid opened a little bit. Wildrider leapt at the chance, sticking his hand through the opening and opened the rest of it. Rewind scooted back in shock as the manic came in. Smokescreen came in right behind him, getting a good look at him. He had some dents and was bleeding slightly from a wound on the side of his face. To go along with that, one of his optics looked damaged a bit. Aside from that, he was alright.

"What the- I thought you left!" Rewind wondered.

"Ha! Fat chance," Wildrider mocked. "Now then, will you let us help you?" he asked as he came closer.

"Get away!" rewind yelled at them, taking a swing and nicking Wildrider's neck cables.

"Ah, dammit!" he yelled out as he bled slightly from the wound, holding a hand at it. "That feels good," he grinned with a smile. "Okay, time to play rough," he growled out. He dived for Rewind, leaping on top of him and keeping his knife hand down on the ground with one of his hands.

"Rewind, Wildrider, calm down!" Smokescreen ordered as he came into the middle of the fray. He quickly took the energon-stained knife from Rewind's hand and pushed Wildrider off of him. "Now, to get to the point of why we're here, we came to make sure both you and Chromedome didn't tried to kill each other."

"Which, as we see, is a massive failure," Wildrider commented, picking at the wound in his neck.

"Yep, and- would you stop picking at that?" Smokescreen asked of Wildrider.

"Uh? Oh, okay," Wildrider agreed, putting his fingers to his side.

"Right, I said we get him to Ratchet. He's in the library, right?" Smokescreen wondered.

"Probably," Wildrider agreed.

"Alright, than let's for lunch to come around and then we can tell Ratchet about Rewind, Chromedome and yours' wound," Smokescreen said.

"Sounds good to me," Wildrider agreed as he went back to picking his neck wound.

"STOP THAT!"

"Huh, looks like all the terminals on this floor are part of the same system," Blast Off noticed.

"Huh, it looks like it," Brawl agreed.

"You think it's the same for all floors?" Jazz asked, getting off his terminal.

"I say they are all connected to each other, every one of them," Blast Off said. "I think it would be useless to check the other floors."

"Well, that's a good thing," Jazz agreed. "This will make investigating easier."

"Right, head back to yours and leave us alone," Blast Off ordered. Jazz glared at the sniper before heading back to his terminal. He logged in and looked at it. The archives were run by a search engine and you type in to get whatever you want. Jazz typed in 'Destruction of Earth' and got a metric shit-ton of files and reports, all of them conspiracy theories on how the Earth would be destroyed, and none on how the Earth was destroyed. It was nothing to go on and five minutes before the door would lock itself, he got off and headed for the entrance. By that time, most of the people were done and getting off. Five minutes later, everyone was out and the door closed and locked behind them.

"Anybody found anything?" Jazz asked everyone. Everyone responded negatively. "Scrap."

At lunch today, everyone decided to come down, even the crazy ones, minus Knock Out, which kind of disturbed people. None more uncomfortable than Wildrider, who sat in between the feuding couple. Less than ten minutes later, Rewind got up and left for the second floor infirmary, telling Ratchet he would be waiting for him. Five minutes after that, Swindle left, glaring at everyone as he left. Throughout the whole thing, Hound wanted to set fire to his cube of energon. After an hour, lunch was done. Most people left, heading to the library. Wildrider and Ratchet headed to the infirmary on the second floor, Wildrider picking his neck wound the whole time.

The two entered the infirmary, with Rewind already there, waiting to be treated. "Hello, Rewind, how are you doing," Ratchet glared at the archivist, going to get some plastic to cover the wound on his face.

"Huh, alright, except for Chromedome, that slagger," Rewind replied as Ratchet got the plastic out and applied them to the wound.

"Alright, let that rest there for a while and use a buffer to get those dents out. Here," Ratchet said, opening a drawer and getting a buffer out, "use this."

"Hmph, thanks I guess, old scrap," Rewind said as he walked out.

"What was that?" Ratchet asked as he followed him.

"Whoa, calm down," Wildrider comforted, getting right in front of the medic. "That's not him talking, that's the, uh, whatever's going on with everybody," Wildrider said. Ratchet continued to glare at the archivist.

"Alright, you make a point," Ratchet agreed. "Time for your neck," he said, going to get a piece of plastic.

"Can you wait a couple of minutes? I want to pick on this for a little bit more," Wildrider asked, continuing to pick on his wound.

"NOW!"

"Ugh, back to square one," Nautilator complained as he went back to sifting through the library files. "You think we could add filters to those damn archives."

"That would be too easy," Bludgeon told him as he looked through the files. They had been at it for two hours now and hadn't found anything relevant to their goal yet.

"Unfortunately," the Seacon muttered, sliding a datapad back in its original place. "Who the heck decided to make a library this big?"

"Probably the headmaster, the one who put us here. It makes sense. He willing to give us answers, but we have to work for it."

"Yeah? Well, I'm a fan of not working much unless our lives are on the line, which it could be right now. Jury's out on that one."

"Uh?"

"Well, the amount of danger we're on depends solely on the actions of everyone else around else. That damn bear won't lay a finger on as because he's a sadist."

"Hmm, e is very much a sadist, although neither of us should be unused to working with them."

"Tell me about it. Everyone in my gestalt is a freaking sadist, except me. I mean, yeah, I don't mind inflicting pain on people, but they absolutely love it. It's practically a pastime for them."

"Hmm, yes. They are quite the ferocious killers," Bludgeon agreed.

"Yeah. Ugh, how's your search going?" Nautilator asked.

"Nothing more than some old news. It seems most of the stuff in this shelf is filled with pre-war news."

"Hmph, at least you got some interesting news. Mine's just some Earth fashion magazines. I mean, look at this," he said, showing a cover page of a magazine, showing a human female with long, blond hair. "Do you want to hear about life and times of Junko Enoshima?" he asked of the samurai.

"Never," Bludgeon responded.

"Exactly," Nautilator said as he looked through it extremely quickly. "I don't understand human's obsession- woah!"

"What?" Bludgeon asked, coming over to him.

"Look what I've found out about her," Nautilator said, showing him the article in the paper.

"I don't see how this could pertain to our stru- gah!" Bludgeon couldn't finished the last sentence. "Junko Enoshima accepted into Hope's Peak academy."

"Yeah, that's what I said," Nautilator said. "You know, examining the magazine again, there is something wrong with it as well."

"Hmm?" Bludgeon asked.

"I remember some Autobots talking about the year on Earth before we left for this place. They said it was 2006 when we left. However the date on the magazine says…" he said, showing it to Bludgeon.

"2008!" Bludgeon screamed out. "But that doesn't make sense."

"I know! I don't understand it either."

"Maybe it's a typo?" Bludgeon asked.

"Maybe. Hold on to this," Nautilator demanded, shoving it in his hands. He went and got a stack of datapads, each with magazines in them and looked through them quickly. "Scrap. Scrap. Scrap! Several of these have got dates past 2006."

"Than this magazine isn't an anomaly. Earth has made its way into 2008," Bludgeon murmured. "But that… is impossible."

"We were only out for a day or two… right?" Nautilator asked.

"Maybe… we have been wrong in our assumption. Perhaps we have been knocked out for far longer than we imagined."

The hours went by, and no one else made any progress. 7:00 PM came and they all headed back to the lunchroom. Almost immediately, Bludgeon and Nautilator explained to the group about the magazines they found and how they relate to their current situations.

"But that's impossible," Mirage said, exasperated. "How internal clocks can attest to the fact that we've been knocked out for only couple days when we woke up. They have to be faked," Mirage explained.

"There was a whole collection of magazines written past the dateline. All of them had entrees in them completely written. If it were just one, maybe, but a whole collection? They all have to be real," Bludgeon defended.

"Thr crtec," Nightbeat, uh, agreed?

"Look, if this is true, this is a big fine. Think about it," Nautilator asked of them.

"Look, Nautilator, we want to believe you and Bludgeon, but the clocks don't lie," Ratchet said apologetically.

"Oh come on! We looked through the library for big finds and you're completely ignoring us!" Nautilator screamed out, disappointed.

"I don't trust anything here," Swindle said, glaring at everyone. "It could be true, it could be false. Either way, it would be a bad idea to completely discount it."

"Swindle's is right," Onslaught agreed. "Right or not, we can't completely ignored it."

"Anything else you want to mention about in the magazines?" Onslaught asked.

"Well, this is a minor bit of info, but we found someone in the Earth magazines that are ahead of the date was going to attend Hope's Peak Academy," Bludgeon told them.

"Who?" Skywarp asked.

"An Earth female by the name of Junko Enoshima," bludgeon told the group "Labeled the Ultimate Fashionista."

"Umphf, I bet her and Knock Out would get along, if he wasn't too busy trying to kill anyone within distance of him," Skywarp snarked. Laserbeak gave a nod of agreement.

"You know, that actually gives the magazine more credence on being real. I highly doubt it was a coincidence that the headmaster put articles about Hope's Peak academy in there," Bumblebee said to the group.

"He is right," Perceptor agreed. "It's probably a clue the headmaster is giving us."

"But, if we were knocked out for more than a couple of days, than why hasn't Optimus rescued us?" Hoist asked. "If we've disappear for several years, you would think the combine forces of the Autobots and Decepticons would've rescued us by now."

"That's just another mystery we will have to add if Nautilator and Bludgeon's hypothesis is true," Blast Off told Hoist. "Well, I think we've been here long enough. How about we continue our research in the library," Blast Off asked, standing up. Everyone slowly glanced at each other before conceding with the sniper.

A couple more hours of searching the library revealed nothing and at 9:25 PM, they all met up at the tables in the center. "Well, nothing else of use except for more magazines dated ahead of the date," Mixmaster grumbled. "What a time waster. Might as well go back to the archives. It is open now, right?" Mixmaster asked.

"In five minutes," Jazz replied.

"Great, let's head over there and get ready for our second run through of it," Mixmaster said, heading towards it. He pressed in the off-colored wall and got ready to activate it. The others went over to him and got ready to go. At the strike of 9:30, Mixmaster pressed the button, wait a minute for the doors to open and entered the room.

Once again, an hour of searching yielded no results and the group regroup outside. The announcement by Monokuma was already made and they were all tired. "Augh, I'm tired. I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to catch some zzzs," Jazz told everybody. Everyone agreed with Jazz, heading up with him to the second floor for rest and another day, taking comfort in the fact that no one had killed anyone that day.