Hey, everyone. So here's my newest story! Um, so, just to let some of you know, this is not a rip-off and/or plagiarism of someone else's story. Yes, the Transformers-toys-coming-to-life thing has been done before, but not that often. The plot is my own, so no one can flame me for my own creativity.

On a happier note, I finished the chapter and it's here for you to enjoy. Have a nice day!

Short Stuff

1 ~ Warzone ~ 1

"Your parents would be proud of you, dear," my grandmother told me as I dropped my duffel bag on the floor of my bedroom, near the foot of my twin bed. I turned to look at my grandmother and took in her short white hair and bright blue eyes. She was shorter than me by half of a foot, yet she was lean and fit. She and my grandfather had supported me ever since my parents had died in an automobile accident a little over a year ago. And I was glad they were here, with me.

When my parents had died, I had gotten angry. Both of my parents were gone—at the same time. Teens at my school would make fun of me. Taunt me. But I knew they did it because they probably had problems with their families. I tried to ignore them, which had been a struggle until I found a way to vent the anger that had been building up inside me. I got into sports—violent sports. Sports that had gory pasts, like fencing, and archery. Every time I pressed the tip of the épeé, the sword used in fencing, I vented some of that anger. Every time the arrow pierced the target while I practiced my archery, I felt a little bit of that anger disappear.

The anger I felt would slowly build up during the times I wasn't participating in those sports, and I concealed it carefully. The reason I was so angry was because of how my parents had died—how their Ford Focus had crashed. Some drunk yahoo had crashed into them head-on; they never saw it coming.

I would do anything to feel my mother's tender loving kisses again, to feel my father's strong arms around me and to hear his deep voice once again. But that would never happen again. I would never feel them, see them, or hear them, again.

A sigh escaped my lips as I set my bow down on top of the duffel bag. I had just come back from an archery tournament and had gotten third place. "I guess…" I said slowly. "But it was only because there were four of us."

"But you managed to beat someone this time!" Grandma said enthusiastically. "You've never been able to do that before!"

I winced. "I…guess…" I said again, but this time slowly. I went and picked up the clothing I had laid out on my bed before we had left. I then went into the bathroom that sat across the hall from my room. When I had emerged three minutes later, I was no longer in sweaty clothing, but was now dressed in a clean pair of jeans, a light grey t-shirt, and a pair of white socks. I had left my hair up in its ponytail. Grandma excused herself and left me alone in my room. I threw myself onto my bed and rolled onto my back. I stared up at the blank ceiling. I could pick out the small thumbtack holes that dotted it, which belonged to the thumbtacks that used to hold up pictures of my parents. I had taken them down so I wouldn't be reminded constantly that Mom and Dad were no longer with me.

My cell phone beeped, announcing that I had a text. I grabbed my cell phone and turned it on to see that the text was from a cousin wishing that I was at Disneyland with him. I rolled my eyes and set the phone back on the side table, where it had been sitting before. I rolled back onto my back and stared up at the ceiling as I fought back the jealousy I was feeling towards my cousin. He got to go everywhere, while I was stuck at home.

I wasn't always a depressed person. I was happy and bubbly sometimes, but I had just turned seventeen, and it was my first birthday without my parents. So it made me depressed because I celebrated my seventeenth birthday with the only two family members that seemed to care about it left. And the fact that the present that my grandparents had promised they'd get me hadn't come in the mail yet (though, thankfully, that wasn't what was really bothering me).

When someone knocked on my door, I sat up as Grandma and Grandpa entered. I smiled at them, even though I knew it didn't reach my eyes, and looked curiously at the box Grandpa was carrying. Grandpa grinned at my curious look, and set the box down on my bed. I positioned myself so that I was sitting behind the box cross-legged and was looking at both of my grandparents as Grandma sat down on my desk chair and Grandpa sat down on the edge of my short dresser. They both faced me as I looked over the box.

It had to be at least three feet by three feet by three feet in size. It dwarfed my upper body. "Goodness! What is in here?" I asked as I folded open the flaps on the top.

Grandpa chuckled. "Look inside and see, Ashley. It's your birthday present," he said.

I looked inside before I reached in and pulled something out. I held it up and looked at it, my eyes blinking from behind my reading glasses. It was an action figure—but it looked more like a robot than a man. It wore yellow armor, had a light grey face, black legs, and a pair of blue eyes. I studied him closely. Something in the back of my head told me that I knew him from somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. "I know this guy…"

Grandma nodded. "Yes, you knew him quite well," she said. "When you were little, there were reruns of a show called The Transformers. You used to watch it all the time. And when they stopped showing it, you cried your little heart out because you wouldn't be able to see the Autobots save the day anymore. Bumblebee was your favourite. You used to draw pictures of him with either your family or you playing with him. It was adorable." At the bottom of the box, under several more objects similar to the robot action figure in my hand, was a stack of comics. I pulled out the stack of comics, and looked at the comic on the top of the pile. The robot, Bumblebee, was on the cover of this one.

I quietly glanced at a few more before I set them off to the side and moved Bumblebee to my left hand as I reached in and took out another robot. I blinked and looked at him. He was big, had wings, and was blue with a gold face. I glanced at Bumblebee and back at the new robot. I noticed that they were wearing two different symbols. Bumblebee was wearing a red symbol and the winged robot was wearing a yellow symbol different from Bumblebee's red symbol, on both of his wings. I blinked at this as the image of a red symbol and a purple symbol like the yellow ones the blue robot had popped up in my memory.

Yeah, these were bringing up memories, most of them good. I looked up at my grandparents and smiled. "Thanks. I really like this."

Dinner was quiet. We didn't speak much. I stared at my plate, at the potatoes, cucumber, and ham, and thought about my parents. They loved this meal. It was one of their favourites. I ate slowly, eating the food in order to not starve myself with grief. As soon as we were all done, I excused myself from the table and cleaned up the dishes. By the time that all the dishes that could fit in the dishwasher were in the dishwasher, and I had washed the rest of the remaining dishes had been washed by hand, I felt the strange need to cry.

So I quickly finished and went up to my room, sat down at my desk, and rested my head down on the desktop. I shut my eyes tight as I felt the flow of tears reach my eyes unbidden. They flowed out from underneath my eyelids and splashed down on the desktop. I didn't want to cry, but I had to. Mom and Dad weren't here for the last important year of my life! Yes, I didn't need to go to school since I had performed summer school last summer and completed Grade 12, but it would still not be the same if I went to college or university and to have them not call you every two seconds. The only family members that would call me would be my grandparents. And don't get me wrong, I love my grandparents, but hearing my parents would be nice. That would never happen, though.

I wrapped my arms around my head and did not move from my position. People say my life sucks. Sometimes I think my life sucks as well. But is it really bad? A lot of kids don't have parents…so why am I taking it so hard? Why? I mused. Sometimes I couldn't even understand myself, which was sad.

With a sigh, I straightened and blinked the remaining tears out of my hazel eyes before brushing the thick brown bangs away from my now wet eyelashes. I looked up at all of the pictures I had hanging on the walls, and smiled at the one where I was stuck in the middle of a group-hug between Mom and Dad. That had been taken when we had gone on vacation down to Arizona. We had such a good time. I had gotten a cord-necklace with a pendant made of pure, real, turquoise. But I hadn't worn it since they died.

It just reminds me too much of them. Every time I look at it now, I think of them, I thought. Though, they probably want me to wear it. Sorry, Mom, sorry, Dad.

I got up and went over to my bookshelf, where I picked up one of the comics I had gotten today, called "Spotlight: Soundwave". I sat back down and opened it, but before I could even read the first page, my vision was blurred by more tears. With a quiet cry of anguish, I shoved the comic away from me, and it slid down behind the desk. I instantly forgot about it as I burst into tears and my body shook with silent sobs. I didn't notice the silent tapping noise emanating from my left until someone shook my shoulder.

"Hey…hey, don't be sad," a voice said, reminding me of a certain yellow 'Bot that I had adored when I was younger. But I didn't have any family members that sounded like any actors…

I slowly looked up and was met by a figure, and my eyes widened. I hadn't watched the show for about eleven years or so, but that didn't mean I forgot everything about my childhood life.

Standing in front of my face, looking worried and slightly unnerved, was the Generation 1 version of Bumblebee.

With a small squeal strangled in my throat, I sat up abruptly and stared at him wide-eyed. How was he there? I hadn't put him there. Was he alive? He had just said something to me. "Who…"

The Bumblebee toy chuckled. "I'm sorry for scaring you like that, but when I woke up, the very first thing I hear was…you leaking…"

I wiped the tears off of my face. "It's called crying. It's usual for a human," I explained, beginning to realize that this was too real to not be real. I looked at him critically. "What did you mean by waking up? Where did you wake up?" Bumblebee gestured over to where I had placed the box before I had to go help my grandparent make dinner. I looked over at it, before I got to my feet and walked over to it. I opened the box and looked inside, but before I could see inside it, three tiny objects came flying out of the box. I screamed and took a step back in surprise.

The three objects stopped in front of my face and I blinked. I was suddenly staring at three Kreon mini-figures sporting pairs of wings that looked like they had been ripped off of jets and he been glued to their backs. The middle figure was white, blue, black, and red, and sported a pair of red eyes. He chuckled evilly and rubbed his small hands together before he zoomed overhead. The Kreon that had been to the first Kreon's left just grinned evilly and followed the first one. I didn't miss how he was purple and black and sported a pair of yellow eyes. I looked at the last one, who was navy blue in colour and had red eyes, and watched as he rolled his eyes and shrugged before he raced to catch up. I turned to follow their trajectory, and gasped when I saw the blue Kreon land near Bumblebee so that he could join in the pretty much useless fight. They stood around Bumblebee's feet and attempted to attack him, but it seemed like something was wrong with their weapons.

With a sigh, I scooped up the three and trapped them in my side table drawer. I turned around, but was met by the flying robot I had picked up out of the box when I had first got it, but this time, he crashed into my face. I squealed, and took a step back, but found that someone had wrapped yarn tightly around my ankles, tying them together. I toppled over backwards with the gold-faced robot attempting to take my nose off with his sword, but failing because the thing was only made of plastic.

"Mirage, help her!" I heard Bumblebee cry before I watched him jump off the desk out of the corner of my eye.

Out of nowhere, a mostly blue and white robot materialized out of nowhere and tackled the robot off of my face. After the flight-capable robot was off of my face, I sat up with a gasp. I looked back over at the box in time to see a toy with blue and red paint flames on red and blue paint. It glanced at me and jumped out of the box just as the Transformers: Prime Cyberverse Megatron I had seen when I had been rummaging through the box jumped out after him.

I got to my feet and retreated to my bed as the 10.5 centimeter tall toy went up against the flame decaled one that was at least two times taller than him. I rolled my eyes as the smaller toy began to spout insults and threats at the bigger toy. I pulled my knees up to my chin and wrapped my arms around them as I watched more toys come out of the box and heard the three I had put into my side table drawer. I could hear them shouting at me, and I was sure at least one of them was peeking out of the keyhole.

"Hey, femme! Let us out of here!" a loud, high-pitched, scratchy voice yelled from within the drawer. I recognised the voice from the show, but I couldn't remember the character's name.

The blue and white toy that had saved me earlier climbed up onto my bed and stood with his back to me as another toy, this one completely red with silver legs and midsection, and red on black eyes, climbed up onto the bed and charged at the toy in front me. A mini battle erupted in front of me. And what was this battle about actually. They were not going to take over my bedroom. With an irritated sigh, I grabbed Mirage in one hand and the red toy in the other. I held them up to my face and turned them in order to have them looking at me.

"Alright," I said crossly. "I want you to stop fighting or someone's going to lose a body part." I glared at the red toy. "In this instance you'd be the one to lose something, since you started the fight with Mirage. So start talking!"

At the mention of me ripping off a limb, a look of horror crossed his face. "No! Don't ruin my finish!"

"Then talk!" I ordered. "Start with your name."

The little red man took a deep breath. "Designation: Knock Out. I don't know what's going on. One nanoklik we're on Cybertron, the next we're here."

"Why are you fighting?" I hissed as my eyes narrowed. I put Mirage down and reached for Knock Out's left leg.

Knock Out squirmed as he saw my fingers wrap around his leg. "Okay! Okay! We're in a war, you see. Decepticons versus Autobots. Is that all you need?!"

I let him wait in a tense silence for a few seconds before I nodded and let go of his leg. I set him down on the floor by the foot of my bed. After I let go of him, I sat back and crossed my legs. Mirage glanced up at me before he watched the battle continue.

After watching a few of the "Decepticons" try to knock my bookcase down, I realized I had had enough. I vacated the bedroom and quickly rushed up to the attic, where I grabbed one of Grandma's many collector bird cages and rushed back downstairs. Back in my room, the battle still raged, though, since none of the weapons worked, it was mainly fist fighting. I opened the cage-door before I randomly went along and began to pick up the Decepticons, starting with the bigger ones, and then going down to the smaller ones. I left the three Kreons in my side table drawer.

Once I was done, I hung the cage from the ceiling so that none of the more…trigger-happy Autobots could get any ideas.

After I made sure none of them could wiggle out of the cage, I turned towards the remaining toys. "Alright," I said, putting my hands on my hips. "How the heck did you…toys…come to life…and…and…" I sighed and sat down on my bed. I glanced up at the cage and saw the blue winged mech with the gold face looking at me. I pointed at him. "And why did you attack my face?"