The next morning Terrwyn got up like it was a normal morning. She stretched herself out, put on her socks and made her way towards the kitchen.

She noticed her father already there, dressed in a business suit and ready to leave to wherever he had to go this time.

There was a lot he had to do, but Terrwyn couldn't care less. As long as they had money, she was fine.

"Mornin' dad." The girl sat down on her chair, food already prepared and on her plate. It was nice having maids who did this for you. No, wait... it was nice being rich.

"Terrwyn, we need to discuss something." Her father settled down on the other side of the table, in front of her.

Taking a bite of her toast, she wondered about what it would be this time. Although he was looking abnormally earnest... "Go ahead."

The male sighed, "You remember last night, don't you?"

Abruptly, she stopped with eating... Well, she stopped with almost anything, really. "That was real?"

With a frown he nodded at her, not saying anything, just waiting for her to reply.

"So... are you gonna tell me we've got a freaking robot chicken living in our house...?" She put the toast down and stared at her father, eyes wide at first but that soon changed into a frown, "Oh, he's gonna get it!"

Ready to kill that thing, she got up, yet one of the security guards immediately grabbed her arm. She tried to struggle but he didn't want to let go of her.

"Please, calm down, Terrwyn." Her father gestured for the guard to release her, and so he did.

The girl simply scowled while waiting for him to continue.

"That robot you saw is... one of my top clients. It is rather complicated." His expression was calm, although it was visible he was deep in thought about something.

"Oh, really... so you like... help rude chickens now that like to mess up my clothes!" Terrwyn crossed her arms in annoyance. "You better get rid of them before I do so!"

At that, Dylan Gould got up, knowing Laserbeak was actually listening to this conversation. He feared what the Decepticon might to do her if she kept talking like this, "You have to listen to me very carefully now, Terrwyn. They are not what you might think they are. All I ask from you is to show some respect, don't get in their way and don't tell anyone about them."

"Oh, so now there are more than one! Since when do we live with robots? How many are there and what are they! And why can't I tell anyone about them!" She was getting irritated now, really irritated. One day she's just living life carefree, the next day she figures out that something stupid is going on!

Her father shook his head, "I can't answer those questions for you. Just listen to what I say for once and don't get in trouble." His eyes showed some kind of concern that Terrwyn had never seen before.

"Fine." She said, not sure if she'd live up to it anyway. "Just make sure the chicken stays away from me and we're good."

"Thank you." Her father nodded and made his way towards her. He glanced down for a moment, "You're a strong girl. I'm sure you can handle it." He patted her shoulder and left the kitchen.

Terrwyn nodded her head at him and sat down, silently eating the rest of her breakfast.

That same day, a few hours later, Terrwyn was left alone. Her father had to go to his work, which was really normal, and she had asked for the maids to leave and the guards to stay outside. She liked to have some privacy so now and then.

Although, for some reason she didn't feel alone anymore. Having seen that "bird" made her uncomfortable. Just to think that it might have been spying on her!

When she finished brushing her long dark hair, she threw the hairbrush on her bed and placed herself before her laptop. "Time to search the web about robots that can act and think for themselves..."

In the google search bar she typed in: Sentient robot beings. Yet she didn't find anything useful.

"How about..."

Robots living on earth.

Except for some experiments that couldn't help her any further, nothing.

Okay then, rough guess: Alien robots.

Just when she thought there wasn't anything interesting about that either, her eyes fell on a site: "The Real Effing Deal". Curiosity once again gained the best of her and she clicked it.

"YOUR DAILY SOURCE FOR UFOS, ALIENS, CONSPIRACIES AND BABES"

Terrwyn rolled her eyes and pressed the enter button.

The first thing she saw wasn't interesting. Just a boy talking about him and his friends going to the same school. She scrolled down, and as she did so she came across a short video about a "mini-death-tank-bot". She watched it and was surprised to, at the end, see the tank running away as some kind of robot.

She then pressed the link towards the comment section, reading them all. One mentioned something like "Decepticons being on the move". They also mentioned they truly are alien.

"This is just so weird..." The girl leaned back in her chair, thinking about everything and trying to just make sense of it.

"Found anything you like...?"

Another yell of surprise left her mouth and she twisted her chair around to face whoever said that. It was exactly who she expected: the chicken.

At least she could see more detail now. Not that it made anything better. With all the spikes and razor sharp wings...

"Actually, yes I did."

It would be a lie if she said she wasn't a tiny bit scared now. Although the thing couldn't harm her, could he? If he was one of her father's clients? And who knows... maybe he was... kind?

It flew closer towards her and hopped on her lap, not caring to ask. His long neck made him able to see what she was looking at.

"Something the matter? I'd like some privacy, thank you!" Terrwyn had backed off from the thing as much as she could seeing it was filthy!

The bird, however, twirled his neck around hers, appearing on her left side with his face. "My Superiors won't appreciate your curiosity..."

That was it! Did that nasty thing really think he could get so close to her like that! She roughly got up while pushing him off, somehow getting cut in the process.

"I don't effing care about your "Superiors"!" Her face showed how mad she was, which became worse when she noticed blood dripping on her jeans. "You, chicken, should stay out of my room and effing leave me to do whatever I want to do! Oh, and STOP messing up my clothes!"

Once again, he gave her that glare he had given before, "I'll make sure they hear about our little conversation... It's up to them what happens next..."

He then left her to herself. At least, she hoped so.

[]So chapter 2 is done, thanks to everyone who reviewed and/or added story to story alert and/or favorites. :3 I'm REALLY happy with the attention my first chapter got. :3 If you want me to keep writing, then reviewing works best. xD They motivate me. A lot. ^^

Oh, and I forgot to mention. Right now, the story is taking place just before TF2, and we'll soon be at the beginning of it. :3 Next chapter will most likely be more interesting as well (I personally didn't like this one very much for some reason... D: But that might be thanks to Terrwyn's complaining... perhaps she'll get more mature in time... xD)! =D

Once again: tips, ideas, critics and just reviews in general are really appreciated![]