That few minutes felt like infinity. No one was moving, as the two creatures glared at us menacingly. The Dinobots were the only ones with their weapons out, and were glaring right at the creatures. I tried the best I could to hide behind Grandus, but it seemed to be in vain, because their eyes suddenly locked on one target: me.
Before I could react, the tentacle-hand of the shark-man furled around me, and latched hard. I kicked, screamed, and cried, but nothing worked. That's when he did the unspeakable thing that will lead to certain doom:
He flipped me upside down.
I know what you're thinking, but that little action lead to two drills replacing Scrapper's hands, and churning chemicals inside Mixmaster's stomach. Before I knew it, I was in the air from the kickback of the attack, with the ground getting closer and closer. I was bracing myself for a rough landing…until I was caught by someone that flew up. But, it wasn't Swoop. It was the Decepticon jet!
"D-don't worry!" He said, sounding even afraid to say something brave. "You're okay!"
He landed gracefully, and then kneeled down to set me down. I was about to thank him, but then I somehow noticed something. The way the two creatures were fighting the two brothers…it just reminded me of something. Then it hit me.
These two…they were two of my old babysitters! They had babysat me for a few weeks, but they were then called away for an important job and never returned. I realized it! The way that bat-man dodged and attacked nearly simultaneously was just like a ground version of Aerial Ace! And the way the shark-man's tentacles squeezed, it was just like Wrap!
These two! They were the ones that first introduced me to Pokémon! Not wanting to see anymore fighting between these four, I had to do something…
"STOP!" I finally screamed, shocking everyone. I quickly ran over to the two, and hugged onto them. Happily, they at least had enough of their original memories left to hug back.
"Amelia!" Tutorbot yelled out. "What are you doing?"
"It's okay!" I called back. "They're friendly. I know them…"
After that whole mess was cleared up, the Decepticon, who told us that his name was Skywarp, showed us where he was hiding, and he told us his story. It turns out, as soon as he was freed from space, he flew back here, due to it being the only other place he knew. He ended up landing on the island, where he accidentally ran afoul with the fusion creatures, who used him as a guard against the Dinobots. Luckily, he managed to find a friend in another Decepticon.
"Her name's Wingthing." He said, as a small orange Decepticon bat landed on his shoulder, and nuzzled her head onto his. "She ran away from some other Decepticons, and ended up here."
"Skywarp…Wingthing…you two fusion creature thingies…" Techhound asked. "I have a really big question for you. You have to think about it…would you like to join us as Autobots?"
Well, that answer was completely unanimous. The four of them agreed through silent, yet excited glances that this would be the best and safest choice for them. They quickly joined us on the boat ashore, as I wondered a question that I had to ask Skywarp.
"Skywarp, why did you save me back there? I thought you'd be afraid to do something that heroic."
"I was." Skywarp admitted, not looking up from the water. "But I was more afraid of letting you fall."
"I think you'll be a perfect Autobot." Techhound said from behind us, overhearing the conversation. Wingthing had transformed into her keytar alt-mode, and Techhound was trying to learn how to perform it. "You knew you were afraid, but you did that anyways. You were a real hero back there. A real Autobot…"
When we reached the base, while the robots figured out the living arrangements for the four, I thought of something from my past. Through the walls of my room, I could hear a conversation between Skywarp and Grandus, with Grandus insisting his berth was too small, and he preferred to sleep on the floor. I could also hear a chin up bar being readjusted to a longer and higher length, and the swimming pool being refilled up, to create a more natural environment for the fusion creatures to sleep. Even through these interruptions, I was able to drift into my memories, and remember something that changed my friendship forever…
It was only about a year ago. I had met the Constructicons not too long before. I was still a little wary about being around them, with their purple Decepticon sigil seemingly staring me down. I had found slight trust in Scrapper and Mixmaster, but I couldn't trust Dirt Boss at all.
One day, while I was playing at the construction site, I dangled upside down on a lower beam from an abandoned building. It felt just like when I was at my old house, where I'd play on the monkey bars at the outdoor exercise area at my dad's high school. It was common for me to get nosebleeds from hanging upside down for too long. My parents were used to this happening to me, and always knew the right way to fix them. Scrapper and Mixmaster…didn't. When the saw the first trickle of red go down my face, the panicked, to say the least. They were freaking out, blaming each other for the problem, and claiming that I was "broken". During this time, I had already climbed off of the beam, and was pinching my nose to stop the bleeding, but they didn't notice it at all. To this day, they're still afraid of me being upside down.
Oh, and Dirt Boss? He just ignored the whole thing. What a jerk.
"Amelia!" Techhound's voice snapped me out of my daydreaming. "Could you come in here?"
"Okay!" I called, getting off my bed, and walking into the main room. "Yeah?"
"Are you sure about this?" Techhound asked Tutorbot quickly.
"Positive. The diagnostics you did, plus the information in this book confirm it."
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Well, you know how I told you I learned how to create my EMP generator hands while you were fainted?" Techhound asked, slightly tugging on one of her ears.
"Yeah?" I said, getting a little confused.
"Well, I ended up testing them…on your robotic leg…and I found some weird pressure points, so I had Tutorbot check out the book that your father created the leg with."
"And…?" I asked, growing slightly nervous, as Tutorbot kneeled down, with a slightly comforting, yet fearful face.
"Amelia…" He said, using one of his fingers to slightly raise my head up. "The blueprints aren't from Earth. They're Cybertronian. You are technically part Autobot."