Welcome back to another chapter of Befriending Crazy Fleshlings for Evil Xenophobic Robots, where one OC is never enough! (xD) (Just kidding. ...Actually, I do tend to use a lot of characters whether they're OCs or not. (O-o) Huh.)

Yeah, I'd say this chapter's title is pretty much self-explanatory. Also, I honestly was going to reply to the reviews (that I could, anyway), but I got sidetracked. So I'll just do it in the Author's Notes:

To Guestpersonanonymous: I know, right? I'm a little surprised at how much I ended up liking my Vehicon OCs. I feel brilliant for doing their personalities. (xD) I understand how you feel about human OCs. For me, it pretty much depends on how I feel at the time, but I see what you mean. I'm actually really -I don't know the word, humbled? Or something distantly related to that, anyway- that your looking forward to the human OCs! I'm hoping that they're at least half as lovable as the Vehicons. (xD)

To Bluefeather4299: Yes...seriously Conner. (xD) All in favor of blaming their bad situation on Conner, say I!

To Random Person: First off, I like your guest name. (xD) Yep, Conner is the smoothest of them all. In truth, Sharon is one of my favorites to write for! So yay, for that. (:D) Thank you for the encouragement/support, also. It really helps. :) And, yep, it's fine if you call me Lilac! As a friend of mine said once, "LilacFoxGirl1" is a mouthful. (xD)

To WolfSpiritFlower: Well, of course they are! Anything is possible! (xD) You're welcome. Even if you don't care, I still feel inclined to do it. (xD) Credit where credit is due. I definitely plan for the Vehicons to be at least recurring characters, because I like them too! (xD) Thank you!

To 11jamie11: Oohhh~, that's what you think... *erupts into maniacal evil laughter* Anyway, here's the chapter! (:D)

It's time to meet the girls!


Chapter 1

Meet the Crazy People


"It's Fri~day, Fri~day—Gotta' get down on Fri~day!"

"Klemen, I swear, if you sing that song one more time-!"

For a second, Klementina Peechis innocently blinked her blue eyes, looking as if she would continue anyway. Instead she turned to face forward, her high ponytail of black hair and bright red highlights tossing over her shoulder before gracefully slipping back down.

Her previously irate friend, Margaret Fusch, barely dropped her severe expression before looking away. Margaret, nicknamed "Meg" by her friends, faced ahead once more with a sigh and continued walking beside Klemen with their four other friends.

"Awww," spoke up the black-haired girl several steps behind Meg. "But I like that song!"

"Then you, Araxie…" Meg took a punctuating pause for emphasis, glancing behind. Curious, Araxie Wreath stopped and tilted her head causing the silver bells in the top sides of her head to give a slight jingle.

"…have brain damage," Meg finished declaratively.

At this, Araxie gave a mildly overdone pout before returning to a normal expression, as the group continued on the sidewalk. The girl to Araxie's left, sporting torn jeans and a navy blue tank top, snickered at Meg's comment. However, she also received a considerably light punch in the arm from Araxie. Except all that did was make her laugh even more.

Araxie wasn't as amused. "Oh can it, Beryl!"

Beryl Hawking, an auburn-haired girl with messy curls, just laughed. "Make me, Jingle Bells," she teased. Next thing Beryl knew, she was utterly webbed over with pink and purple silly string. She blinked for a moment before looking down at herself. "What the-?!" She looked up to meet Araxie's smug expression. Disregarding the look, she asked out of surprise, "You carry silly string in your backpack?"

"Yeah," said Araxie, "just in case one of my best friends decide to be a meanie-pants." Beryl made a scoffing noise at this, and in response Araxie stuck out her tongue.

"Araxie, stop acting like a four-year-old," chided the friend to Araxie's right, a girl with brownish blonde hair kept in a high ponytail. Beryl gave another obvious, loud laugh.

Meg, along with her gray-eyed friend beside her, turned her head slightly to get a glimpse of the three friends behind them. "Really, Starla?" she simply said, with a hint of amusement in both tone and expression. Starla Clerkins gave a shrug paired with a mocking, 'Well, what are you gonna do with her' expression. Meg grinned.

"Fine then, make that a two-year-old," Starla responded with a smirk.

"Oh, phooey on you all," Araxie countered with a frown. Klemen, to the front left of Araxie, arched her back to look at her bell-wearing friend upside down.

"Hey now, Silvia and I didn't say anything," she pointed out before standing upright once more, pointing to the gray-eyed girl to Meg's right, Silvia Lalich. Klemen easily faced Araxie and walked backwards to keep up the conversation better. Silvia stole a glance at Klemen upon hearing her name but didn't do much else.

Araxie folded her arms with an 'Oh Really?' expression, like a child who wasn't satisfied with the answer their parents had given. "Not right now, but about forty-five minutes ago you said that that beetle we were studying for science class was ugly," Araxie reminded her with a disapproving undertone.

"Because it was!"

Araxie abruptly planted her heels. "Lies!"

"Truths!" Klemen threw back.

"Objection!"

"Overruled!"

"I second that!" Beryl added.

"Meanie," Araxie reacted with a pout. By now the group of friends had slowed to a stop, Starla shooting Araxie a quizzical look while Meg facepalmed.

"Since when did this become a court?" Meg questioned before removing her hand from her face to look at the other girls.

"Since five minutes ago," Araxie chirped.

"Not even!" scoffed Starla.

Araxie faced Starla with a challenging expression. "How would you know? You don't have a watch."

"Oh!" Beryl spoke, catching the attention of the other five.

"Hm?" Starla sounded. With one hand holding her overstuffed binder, Beryl began to dig around the backpack she wore with her free hand.

"I have a watch! …Somewhere."

"Then why don't you wear it, genius?" Meg remarked as Beryl continued to reach into the same pockets and find nothing. Silvia then stepped forward towards Beryl. Without saying anything, she took the binder from Beryl's right hand allowing Beryl to slip off her backpack, drop it on the floor, and dig madly through her stuff. The other five girls watched for a moment, Klemen shifting her weight slightly to one side while folding her arms. She tilted her head, frowning a bit.

"Beryl, you don't have a watch," Klemen said whilst Beryl continued to toss out the things that weren't her watch. Those "things" included a dark blue lunch box, weird white and yellow balled-up things that the other girls realized was actually paper, a blue sweater, a headband, a mini toy hamster, a battered mini-purse, fresh pens still packaged, a pillow that shouldn't have been able to fit in there, and a hammer (to which Meg reacted, 'What the #&%!?').

"Yeah I do," Beryl protested. She paused and looked up. "The blue one that was always twenty minutes off, remember?" She returned to digging through her backpack. Klemen regarded Beryl with her eyelids lowered about halfway.

"Beryl," Klemen said, "that Jorge Whatever-his-name-was-'s bulldog ate it last week."

Wide-eyed, Beryl stopped digging to looked up. "…Oh yeah."

She stood up, picked up her wide-open backpack, zipped it, and slung it onto her back once more. Starla, in particular, felt the need to epically facepalm due to the fact that the random stuff that had all once fit unbelievably well into Beryl's backpack was now strewn about the area where the six friends stood.

Silvia handed Beryl her binder.

Beryl smiled at Silvia. "Thanks."

"Great," Meg spoke, deadpanned. "Now put everything back in your BACKPACK, YOU –IDIOT-!"

Beryl merely blinked. "… Oh yeah."

"Yeah."

Roughly five minutes later, the girls were standing in the exact same spots except all that random stuff belonging to Beryl was picked up.

Meg sighed. "Great, now let's go."

A few blocks later, the six girls were still strolling along to their destination in the bright sunlight of the oddly cool day.

"Wait…Meg, where are we even going?" Starla questioned Meg, who was currently in lead of the group.

"Yeah," Beryl agreed with a puzzled expression. "My and Klemen's house was like three houses ago."

Araxie glanced at her. "Then why didn't you stop?" she asked. Beryl shrugged.

"I didn't notice until now."

Meg didn't even turn around. "Beryl, you never cease to amaze me with your idiocy."

"That," Beryl responded, jabbing her index finger in Meg's direction. "…was exactly what my little sister said two days ago."

"That doesn't surprise me," Starla remarked in a nonchalant tone.

Klemen made a laugh-like "hmph" noise. "Doesn't surprise me either."

"Congratulations, Beryl!" Araxie applauded using a cheery tone that made it hard to tell whether she was pretending or not. "You have now successfully made us all lose faith in your brain." Beryl furrowed her eyebrows, more in thought than anything.

"And that is exactly what Wingate said yesterday," she realized aloud as they kept walking. "Huh."

"Wingate?" Meg repeated. "You mean you're older brother?" Again, Beryl shrugged.

"Depends on which one you're referring to. The serious tough guy, the utter psycho, or Deandre, who always acts depressed."

"Utter psycho-"

"That's the one."

"I hate him," Klemen whined. "He's always putting frogs, snakes, or worms in my bed when I come over!"

"Wait, why would you have a bed at Beryl's house?" Meg asked.

"We're pretty much cousins," Beryl explained. "And she comes over a lot."

"Enough to have a bed there?" Starla questioned with a skeptical look. Beryl shrugged for the umpteenth time that day as they stepped onto the pavement of a parking lot.

"I dunno. Came with the house. Oooh, look, cool cars," Beryl commented as the group walked past about five or six parked purple cars. Stepping up onto grass instead of a sidewalk, Meg glimpsed over her shoulder at the seemingly identical cars.

"Huh…" She looked away. "Never seen cars like those before."

"Oooooh," sounded Araxie with Klemen nodding in agreement, the two girls still staring as they followed Meg onto the grass. That is, until Klemen—still walking backwards—tripped backwards over the curb. She landed on the grass with a 'thump' and gave whimper of, "Owww…" And like what all great friends would do in this situation, Araxie stared for a second.

Before she burst out laughing.

Narrowing her eyes, Klemen responded by grabbing Araxie by the arm and tugging her down with every bit of force she had causing Araxie to tumble over onto the grass as well. Now it was Klemen's turn to laugh as Araxie pushed herself to her knees and sat up. Araxie watched Klemen giggle for a moment. Then, with an evil smirk, Araxie took out from her backpack a can of silly string spray. Seeing this, Klemen immediately shut up.

"Again," Starla began to Meg, ignoring Klemen and Araxie's antics. "Where are we going?"

"Quick question," Meg instead replied before looking back at her now puzzled-looking friends. "Why are you guys even following me?"

"Do you want us not to follow you?" Starla asked back, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, no—"

"Oh, well then."

"—as in, 'that's not a problem'," Meg finished. "I'm just wondering why you guys haven't stopped at your guys' houses instead of following me to where I want you guys to go." The girls soon came to a stop on the grassy area.

"You're like our sheep dog," Beryl said grinning. After a second, her expression morphed into confusion and she looked down at Klemen. "Right?"

Klemen, with the same unimpressed expression she had when Beryl had looked for her eaten watch, opened her mouth to reply but instead slowly shook her head. "No…No." Still looking confused, Beryl looked over to Silvia for an explanation but as expected Silvia just stared back, her slightly lowered eyelids giving the impression she was as unimpressed as Klemen. Araxie giggled. Starla sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I think a simpler way to put it—in order not to confuse our resident 'Dumber'—" Starla shot a glance at Beryl before continuing, "you're our leader, Meg. You lead this group. I don't know how or why we let you, but you are. We know you well. And we trust you."

Meg raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Even when I texted to you that one time that I would kill you if you didn't shut up?"

Starla paused for a moment and then answered, "Yes. Because, one: I knew you wouldn't really kill me, and two: you texted, and I quote…" Starla took an unnecessary deep breath as Meg muttered, "Here we go…"

" 'Starla, if you don't shut up I'm going to kiss you'."

Beryl, Klemen, and Araxie burst out laughing.

"THAT WAS THE %$#& AUTO-CORRECT'S FAULT AND YOU KNOW THAT!" Meg shouted at Starla, who only suppressed her own laughter with a noticeable smirk on her features. After a few moments of mass giggling and laughing loudly (despite Meg shouting loud curses at Starla, which, by the way, only made Starla laugh louder…until Meg started chasing her around with Beryl's binder for violent reasons), Klemen abruptly stopped.

"Wait," she said, standing up and casting her gaze to where Starla ran across the grass in a panic. "Starla, what did you mean by Beryl was 'the resident Dumber'? Then who's the resident 'Dumb'?"

Instead, as Starla kept running for her life, Meg halted a second to answer in a deadpan tone, "You, airhead," before sprinting after Starla once more leaving Klemen to slump and pout at this new information.

While Silvia, the resident stoic of the group, didn't laugh out loud, she did give a wide amused smile. In spite of this, an odd sound caught her attention and that smile immediately disappeared.

"Two…"

It sounded like the voice of a female

"Don't," came the sound of a male voice, both voices sounding like they were attempting to whisper. Silvia whipped around, ignoring her oblivious friends' laughter (and shouting, courtesy of Meg), and glowered. However, instead of two teenagers or whoever trying to jump them, she saw nothing but the cars in the parking lot. A red truck to the far corner, a blue car just a parking spot away from the five purple cars they noticed earlier… Puzzled, Silvia physically relaxed.

"Why not?" the disembodied female voice whispered loudly. Silvia frowned at this. They were there, but where exactly were they? Then, Starla figured, it probably didn't concern her or her friends.

"Guys…" A new voice—most likely another male is what Silvia guessed—spoke up. "I think she can hear us."

Silvia began to back away from the parking lot, still searching for any hint of where the strangers were hiding. Never mind what she thought before, as one of the only people at edge of the park, those strangers had to be talking about her.

"What? No way, she's just staring at something behind us, that's all!" the female voice answered in a regular tone.

Um, what?

"Hey Silvia." Silvia turned around to meet Beryl's perplexed expression. "Did you say something?" Beryl asked, Klemen beside her looking just as puzzled. Before Silvia could reply, metallic clanks and whirs caught the girls' attention causing them to glimpse at the source. This turned out to be various giant pieces of metal shifting, turning, and rising to create five enormous purple robots. With red optic visors.

The six friends, Meg and Starla pausing from their chase, stared up at the large beings. Then came their jumble of reactions.

"Oh $#&%."-"Son of a butterfly!"-"Son of a &*%&!"-"Oh my Goddesses..!" (*)

"Oh…mein…Gott," uttered Klemen, eyes wide in a combination of shock and fear.

For a moment no one said anything. The five robots watched as the girls likewise stared up at them. After a moment, the robot to the farthest right looked to the one beside it.

"So? What are we waiting for?" questioned the eager female, whom we all know as Sharon. "Let's take them back to base!" The Vehicon beside her, Derek, facepalmed and heaved a sigh.

"Did anybody remember what I said about bipedal modes earlier?"

"No, only Conner was listening," Steve replied in a blunt yet nonchalant manner, giving Derek another urge to facepalm.

"Who's Conner?" Beryl dumbly asked, oblivious to the fact that both Klemen and Araxie were cowering behind her.

"Better question," Meg spoke. "Why the #&%% aren't we running?!"

"Because-we're-being-absolute-morons-now RUN!" Starla shouted ending on a higher pitch. And in truth, none of the girls needed to be told twice. Unfortunately for them, the ever tall Vehicons only had to lean over and snatch them up before the girls got very far, the metallic hands muffling the their exclamations/cries. The Vehicon crew stood to full height once more. The group glanced around to make sure that none of the humans had gotten away, and they hadn't.

Curiosity overcoming them, each Vehicon slowly opened their servo a bit to see which or if they even caught a girl.

"I got the dumb one!" Sharon yelled in excitement, causing Beryl to shout, "Hey!" Sharon eagerly held her servos out to show the others her catch.

"Ooh. Nice, Sharon," Steve complimented before looking down in his own metal hands. He opened them, revealing nothing. Steve immediately felt a wave of disappointment. "Awww…" His gaze drifted to Rosie, who seemed to be fumbling a bit with whichever small beings she caught.

"U-um, I think I got two," Rosie gently noted, a little worried she would drop the squishy creatures. She turned to Steve. "Do you want one?"

Steve perked up. "Of course!" he answered, holding out his servos. Rosie carefully placed the human previously in her left servo, Starla, into Steve's cupped metal hands. He quickly took notice of Starla's heels. "Wow! She has heels like Starscream!" Happy to have made her friend's day, Rosie then looked down at her remaining human that was known as Araxie.

"Technically, the heels Starscream has are his feet," Derek reminded whilst gazing down at who he had caught. Distressed, Silvia frantically glimpsed around before looking up at Derek with her gray eyes large. Though her mouth moved, Silvia said something too quietly for Derek to catch. "Excuse me, what was that?" Derek asked, trying his best not to scare her. Silvia didn't reply instead leaning back, obviously afraid he'd hurt her.

Derek realized there was muffled shouting coming from the opposite hand. Puzzled, he opened it to see Meg jump to her feet and continue her string of Earth curses. If this were an anime, Derek would have sweatdropped.

Meanwhile, Sharon turned to Shane. "Hey, Shane! What did you get?"

Shane stared down at his own cupped servos before holding them out for Sharon to see. "I got the gray and black one." The "gray and black one" turned out to be a frightened Klemen on her hands and knees. Sharon stared for a moment before speaking.

"Shane? She's wearing red and black. Not gray."

"Oh…" Shane's optics flickered. "Wait, Sharon, what colors are you supposed to be?"

"I'm purple," Sharon answered. "Mostly. Did Doc Knock do something to your optics last visit?"

"No, but when the scout shot them Knock Out could only do so much. So I'm colorblind. I've been that way for long enough that I can't remember what colors we are."

"Oh yeah! I remember that!" Sharon said, optics lighting up upon realization. "That was the day Conner got his aft kicked by the Autobot two-wheeler, and that was hilarious. I laughed at him from the sidelines."

"Oh Gott, warum ist das passiert," Klemen muttered from in Shane's palm, shrinking away from Sharon's scary red optics.

"Does everyone have a human?" Derek asked, turning to his Vehicon crew.

"Yeah," the group chorused. Derek nodded.

"Good. I'll comm. Harry and tell him we're ready. Also, would you guys transform back to vehicle mode?" Derek himself proceeded to transform back down into a snazzy purple car and finished, "If we stay in our bipedal modes any longer, we'll attract unwanted attention."

"Okie-dokes!" Sharon replied before transforming into her vehicle form along with the other three, each Vehicon car with a girl (or two, in Derek's case) ending up in the back seat. Derek sent a quick comm. to let Harry know to start up the Ground Bridge.

Speaking of "girls", sitting in the back seats of Derek's car mode, Meg and Silvia were unnerved if not scared out of their minds. And why wouldn't they? They were being kidnapped by giant robots that turn into cars, for goodness sake! Of all the things, this was not what they had planned to do on Friday.

"Still debating whether we're gonna die, or this is a dream," Meg spoke, glancing down at the seatbelt tied around her in such a way she wasn't sure how to undo it. "And just what the #$%% is up with the seatbelt knot?!"

"It's to keep you, specifically, from escaping," answered Derek's voice as the car (or you could say, Derek himself) drove in front of the other four purple cars towards a growing, glowing green vortex. "And you can put your 'debating' to rest because the answer is neither."

Meg and Silvia exchanged glances.

With a worried expression, Silvia whispered audibly, "I don't feel any safer."

"Yeah," Meg agreed and then directed her response to Derek. "Just why the #%$$ are you—"

"Let's start a riot!" music by Three Days Grace blasted from her pocket interrupting her and causing Silvia to jolt. "A riot! Let's start a riot! Let's start a riot—a riot, let's start a riot!" Utterly puzzled due to the circumstances, Meg fished her phone out from her pocket, flipped it open, and answered.

"Hello?"

"Meg?" asked the voice of Araxie.

"Araxie? Why the #$%& are you calling me?"

"I'm scared…Like, really scared," Araxie answered with a slight tremor in her voice.

Meg frowned. "Wait a second, let me get this straight. You, Araxie—the one who loves watching horror movies and playing creepy games 'n all that crap, an #$%#ing loves them—are afraid of giant robots that don't want to kill us?"

"Yeah?" said Araxie, her tone making it clear that she didn't see Meg's point. "Wait, they don't want to kill us?"

"That's what they said."

Blip! Meg got a text. "One sec, Araxie, let me check this…" As it turned out, it was actually a text from her younger step-sister.

-Omega: Margaret? Are you there? Dad's upset and Mom is worried What's taking you so long?

With only a glimpse at the messenger's name, Meg selected to ignore it instead switching back to Araxie. "Never mind, back."

"Who was it?" Araxie questioned.

"No one important."

"You're Dad?" Araxie guessed.

"No, and don't even—"

"Mom—no, wait—Ohh!" For some reason, Meg heard a couple claps on the other end. "It's your little sister, isn't it? Paige? Don't ignore her, she's nice!"

"Yeah, and freakin' annoying."

"That's just a biased thought."

"Whatever." Meg rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She was actually surprised to see weird, bright green energy-electric things passing them as the car zoomed along. She looked back at Silvia. "Where are we?"

"I don't know," Silvia answered, looking a little worried about it as well.

While the girls had no idea where the Vehicons were taking them, Derek, of course, knew exactly where they were going.

Despite being in vehicle mode, he was able to see the entrance to the Nemesis coming up ahead. On closer inspection, Derek was able to see a figure. Or two. It was hard to tell from the distance. But he saw who he assumed was Harry manning the Ground Bridge. Though oddly enough Derek couldn't make out a chrome mask—as the Trooper's wore—from this distance, but perhaps he'd see it when he got closer.

In all honesty, Derek was surprised that he and his friends had actually successfully found and captured humans without anyone's notice. But he knew the hardest part had yet to come. After all, especially with Soundwave around, how could one simply sneak a human onboard? And six, no less.

As the Bridge drew nearer, Derek took note of a strangely shaped gray structure on the other end behind two identical purple structures with chrome—oh, wait, no, those were Vehicons. Why is Harry letting two Vehicons watch? Wasn't Conner supposed to be guarding? Or maybe there just wasn't a problem. After all, the seven of them weren't the only Vehicons that were interested in humans. But still. Something about the figures on the other end seemed…off.

"Uhhh, Derek?"

Derek's train of thought was interrupted by Shane, whom drove behind to the right of him.

"Yes?" Derek responded.

"I'm kinda thinking we should decide between hightailing it back to the opposite way than where we're going, or come up with something convincing to say about the humans," Shane explained.

"How come?" Derek questioned, growing a little bit concerned about the problem.

"I may be colorblind," Shane began, "but I'd know that scary hulking gray figure anywhere. Mostly because I can see gray."

Unfortunately, before Derek could question it, all five Vehicons had successfully driven to the other side. Upon entering the warship, each Vehicon transformed into bipedal mode holding their respective humans.

"Oh! H-hey, you guys," Conner greeted them, standing beside Harry in front of a large figure. He laughed nervously. "Join the party."

"Oh SLAG!" Sharon voiced when she realized who it was standing behind them. And Derek had had a bit of a sinking feeling when he realized it was Soundwave who had opened the Ground Bridge rather than Harry...

The figure standing behind Harry and Conner gave a shark-toothed grin that by no means had a friendly aura. "Hello, drones. I hope you realize," growled Megatron, "that you're late to your curfew?"

For once, Derek knew Sharon was right about one thing.

They were slagged.


YES, YES THEY ARE.

See, Conner? This is what happens when you try to act casual around Soundwave! (-_-) (granted, Soundwave sees/hears everything so I guess they'd be slagged anyway. (:/)) By the way, Megatron, worst attempted dramatic one-liner ever bro.
Gosh, this chapter is even longer than the first draft. (O-O)

(*) - The order of exclamations is as follows: Beryl, Araxie, Meg, and Starla. Meanwhile, Silvia is just gaping in utter shock.

And, oh look, a technical cameo of Meg's step-sister. Try and guess why Meg's contacts call her Omega and Araxie calls her Paige.