Chapter 2: Explanation and attack
Perceptor hated this feeling. The children who had found him think he's crazy and are interrogating him. Or rather trying to. He sat there quietly, trying to figure out a logical reason for what happened. All that made his way into his thought was the vortex. Then the thought would slip away, replaced with the thought of his team.
He looked up at the children. Sam, Freddie and Carly they had introduced. Sam was a fighter, slightly like Ironhide, with the desire to hurt Freddie emotion, social or physically. Freddie was the smartest one of the three, Perceptor could tell, and the one he owed his life to. Freddie had brought him in. Carly was the sweetest and the middle of the three. Neither could argue with her, neither could fight with her.
"So, Perceptor who's your team?" questioned Sam.
"If you're attempting to sound threatening, it's not working," smiled Perceptor.
"Easy Sam," ordered Carly, pushing her away.
"Are you really Perceptor?" asked Freddie.
"Yes," nodded Perceptor, "May I ask a question per each question you ask?"
"Yes," answered Freddie.
"Our turn! Who's you team?" repeated Sam.
"My team or those affected by the same thing as I?" Perceptor asked.
"Affected by what?" Carly asked.
"You see I'm not…" he hesitated.
"What? Normal?" mocked Sam.
"As a matter of fact, no, but I doubt any of you would believe me," sighed Perceptor.
"Do you have proof to back up anything you say?" asked Freddie.
"I'm afraid not…I'm not even sure I can contact Teletraan 1 anymore…" sighed Perceptor.
"I've got an idea," Freddie smirked.
"What?" Carly asked.
"He's an alien but that's my train of thought," shrugged Freddie.
"How'd you get that?" Sam snapped.
"His name's Perceptor, Teletraan 1 is a computer's title, he can't answer half the questions we ask him," listed Freddie.
"I'm an alien robot by technical standards," whispered Perceptor.
"You don't look like it to me!" mocked Sam, laughing whole heartily. Perceptor sighed, eyeing to floor once more.
"The vortex!" growled Perceptor, looking up, "I predicted that it would alter…"
With that Perceptor got up and went to the nearby computer. Pushing Freddie out of the way, Perceptor uploaded a file and began typing. The three peered at him as he worked quickly. Freddie watched as Perceptor read things quickly, understanding everything.
"See, look!" gasped Perceptor, pointing at the screen.
The three gathered around. The screen was an article written yesterday. It explained the Autobots, Decepticons, and that a few went missing late yesterday after. Perceptor felt pleased with himself. He looked at the children, waiting for a response.
"No way…" Sam finally whispered.
"Why are you human than?" Freddie asked, looking at Perceptor with a skeptical look.
"There was a problem. A vortex. It overloaded, sucking my friends, our enemies, and I into it. We're probably all scattered across the vortex's plane," suggested Perceptor with a shrug.
"We'll help," Carly nodded.
"What?" Perceptor asked.
"We'll help you find your friend," smiled Carly, looking between her friends.
"Thank you," sighed Perceptor.
Still, to Perceptor, something didn't feel right. He looked at the window. Something was wrong. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Perceptor, being closest to the door, went to check it out. He peered through the eye hole. He stifled a gasp, backing up. He was shocked. He looked through again, confusing the children behind him.
A teenager with messy looking brown hair stood outside. He wore a no-sleeved brown shirt with a yellow oval type thing the center with the brown shirt crossing in between it in two placed. A belt, sagging, held up brown pants with a hint of light purple around the waist and a fourth of the thigh. It resembled a certain Decepticon by the name of Thundercracker.
"We need to leave!" ordered Perceptor, moving away from the door and toward the children.
"Why?" Freddie snapped.
"Who's at the door?" asked Carly.
"A bad guy in simple terms," nodded Perceptor. "Is there a back door?"
"Sure," Carly nodded, opening the back door.
"Great," smiled Perceptor, pushing the three out.
There was earth moving blast from the door. Everyone looked back. Thundercracker was entering with a miniature version of a Cybertronian blaster rifle. Thundercracker moved through the smoke. He stood startled by the three children and Perceptor pushing them.
"Hey, Autobot scientist! Don't move!" ordered Thundercracker.
"Move!" Perceptor ordered, pushing the three out.
After he exited, Perceptor quickly closed the door. The blast hit the door, heating it up. Perceptor wailed, as he was still holding the knob that was currently super heated. He waved his hand as he rushed after the children. They quickly descended the stairs, moving as quickly as they could. Finally they made it the lobby. Perceptor peeked in.
"No one's there," Perceptor whispered to himself.
"Who was that?" gasped Sam.
"Explanation at a safer area," was Perceptor's answered, leaving the corner they were hiding behind.
He exited the lobby, the three children following closely behind him. he paused outside, looking from side to side. He looked back at the children. They looked startled. He knew that they would regret meeting him shortly. He looked up. Smoke was pouring from a window, no doubt Carly's home. He looked side to side again. He heard the sirens of fire trucks in the distance. He turned to face the children again.
"We need to get somewhere safe, quiet, hopefully empty," Perceptor stated quickly.
"We could go to school. With it being Saturday, no one should be there," Freddie offered.
"Since I do not know where I am or going, I probably shouldn't lead," shrugged Perceptor with a slight, strained chuckle.
Freddie tried to take the lead but was pulled back by Sam. She took the lead instead, after smacking Freddie. Freddie, rubbing his sore check, followed after her with Carly by his side. Perceptor nodded, watching them walk. He took one last look at the smoking window. He then followed the children to this supposed and hopefully 'safe' location. He was only asking one thing: What was school?