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For the longest time, you thought that your depressing loop of sleeping, working, and smoking pot was as bad as things could get. You were only 21, but at that age, everyone thinks that whatever they’re doing is the exact opposite of what they should be doing, even if that’s not the case.
Then, you thought, maybe turning 22 would make it better?
No. Because then the aliens came.
No one seemed as concerned as you, either. Alien robots seeking destruction, and the U.S government is in cahoots with them?? Some were good but now these “Decepticons” had slithered their way across the country into your city, and seemingly nothing had been done about it.
Still, that didn’t stop you from celebrating 22. There were about 2 million people in this god forsaken city, how likely would you be abducted by one of these?
You dressed up in a dress for once, with some sparkly heels that haven’t seen the night sky in years, because, really, it was your night.
It happened anyway.
Suddenly. Outside the bar, friends had left you as the uber just couldn’t hold anyone else, gazing at the night that was starting not to feel like yours, and a gigantic train fell from the sky.
Of course, of course. 2 million humans in this city alone, about 20 in that bar, and 30 more just in your general field of view. A Decepticon, one you haven’t even seen reported online or anywhere before. A train? You lived by an airport, you’ve never seen the jets. The jets that were in every modern PSA, they have yet to be seen by anyone here for some reason. But the train, sure.
Beyond horrified yet confused as ever, you tumble to the ground as the alien bastard train stops himself midair to reveal a form you’re more familiar seeing.
Most people had already run off by now, cars were speeding away from the scene as fast as they were arriving while you tried hard to get back up on your feet in your drunken haze.
The massive Decepticon watched on in pure amusement, but once seeing your countless failures got boring, he spoke up.
“I haven’t made a single attempt on your life, worm. So why are you fighting?” He sounded genuinely curious, almost concerned?
You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves. Upon opening them, you were met with his plated hand tightening around you.
A lot of reasons, asshole. You didn’t really have a life to protect, you are but a speck of dust trapped and floating in the air conditioner of life, but now that the end of that may be out of your control, whatever pain and loss that bothered you before didn’t feel so bad compared to whatever cosmic hell you’ve been thrust into.
Because I hate you, because you suck, because this is my home, because I don’t belong to you, because I am a PERSON, BECAUSE THIS IS ILLEGAL AND IMMORAL AND NOT RIGHT!!!!!!
“Becasue you’re a giant fucking train and you wanna kill me???” You rasped out with the little air he left you with. Some light kicking and shaking seemed to loosen his hold a bit; he went back to being totally delighted at the oddly soft sensations brought upon by your flailing limbs. He pulled you in to about chest level, the sounds of the city were silent, though now you could see his face so much better. The looks of a metal statue with huge red eyes that dilated and contracted like camera shutters as he took in your shameless display of fear. He opened his mouth to speak, but the angry screams and rumbles of jets made you both turn to its source.
“No! Those idiots can’t see you.” He groaned. “They’ll...”
Concerned, you interjected. “What?”
He didn’t even try to listen to you, or finish his vague monologue, instead opting to open up a compartment in his literal pectoral and hastily toss you inside with hopes his peer was none the wiser. The fall was considerable for an unathletic person like you, combined with the alcohol and high cortisol from this entire encounter, your body knew nothing more than to throb out in pain, before giving out and slipping you into a deep sleep to the echoed sounds of metal and screaming.
You felt a bit better upon waking up, now after you vomited your dinner along with all the alcohol from... however long ago that night was now… you felt better; enough to stand up.
Time seemed to be nothing as you stepped around the giant broom closet. That’s exactly what this was...
And suddenly, it really all came back.
You actually were abducted by that Decepticon, and now you were on their ship, most likely heading to their hellish home. Or Nevada.
Despite this hopeless possibility, you felt a bit emboldened, this ship was huge, there had to be human sized cracks around to escape from. Escape to where? Who knows.
Or not.
The door hissed open, and you finally saw that fucking jet.
One of them, at least, the one with the reputation. If you saw that red jet, mind your damn business, and pray he didn’t see you.
He did see you, though, but whatever you were expecting him to do, it wasn’t this.
“There you are. You’re coming with me.” He spat like a rude co-worker rather than a giant killer robot.
He only had to beckon you to follow him out of the closet. As much as you had a problem with authority, the chance at escape was worth doing whatever this F-15 freakshow wanted.
“I would have killed you the moment I found you, but Megatron, foolish Megatron. Just what purpose does he have for a human like you?”
“Megatron? Was that the one who took me?”
He was speechless.
“Ugh! You humans are all the same. unintelligent, impotent, disgusting. Megatron is our leader. It was that fool Astrotrain who thought he could keep a human all to himself.”
“Wait, what?” You stopped. “What do you even mean by that? All to himself?” And stayed fully still, gazing up, waiting for a response; maybe he was trying to get you off this ship like trying to guide a fly out of the window. Maybe this Megatron had an escape pod prepared just for you and you can go back to your mundane life with a renewed sense of self and that evil Astrotrain gets his ass kicked in the name of justice!
But like a scene from a horror movie, the jet man turned back to you with a menacing smirk, and his mechanical eyes were much narrowed and glowed brighter against his shadowed face.
“Well, for your information, human, we Decepticons have much more uses for humans than even I had thought of. Even the weakest of your kind, you femmes, have proved incredibly useful. As negotiation tools, particularly.”
Every word was intentional. A useful tool, a femme, hearing that vocabulary describe anyone made you feel filthy. You had to fight the urge to flop over and cry at his unbound disrespect, you could at least try to run away, right?
No, was the answer. The Decepticon only watched with a hand on his hip as another guy had seemingly teleported right behind you, and squeezed you up in his hand like a piece of rare loot.
He had to be a twin brother of the red guy, and come to think of it there were a couple more of those jets along with the shrill one. There wasn’t much room to think of that though, because his grip was so brutal, it made that Astrotrain seem like a sweet and gentle guy in comparison.
He’s meaner too.
“This one’s the slowest I’ve seen!” He sounded like every man you’ve ever dated. Annoying, nasally, condescending. Just as the red guy’s words were intentional, this purple psycho’s motions were, like the sickeningly intimate way he rolled each finger individually across your plump body, while dragging the fabric of your dress that was quickly becoming hot and itchy had brought on a new level of discomfort you hardly knew of. “Ohh, it’s leaking!” He laughed the moment his thumb made contact with your sweat drenched chest.
“You JACKASS, it’s sweat!! Stop fucking touching me like that!” You managed to wiggle an arm free and tried to punch his fatass thumb away.
He was totally unfazed, even smiling with sharpened metal teeth as his head started to waft a hot air onto your face. “Wow, she’s feisty, I’ma frag her stupid before you, Screamer!”
You almost forgot the other guy was there. From the fucked up massage and organ rearrangement, to being baked alive by his exhaust fans, had become a blur. You didn’t even notice that there was a blue fucker, but he almost looked like he didn’t want to be there, never once did he look you in the eye. You didn’t either after the first time.
“Eugh! That’s enough, Skywarp! Give me the human!”
Skywarp pouted, and literally threw you to 'Screamer’s’ direction. “I don’t wanna frag that thing anyway!”
He caught you by the leg, only gripping onto one of your heels. All hail stilettos.
“Don’t speak so soon, Skywarp.” He brought you to face him as he waved the others to follow him into the flight deck. “Lord Megatron intends to use the human as much more than a means to teach Astrotrain.”
The flight deck’s doors struggled to open, like they were trying to be as slow as physically possible. Can these broke asses really not afford some new doors? Or at least some WD-40.
“So he heard us.” Screamer growled.
Suddenly, the doors were perfectly functional, revealing the massive flight deck. The window revealed that you were still on Earth, but any sort of civilization was gone, replaced with the unmistakable sight of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Welcome back, Starscream. It seems you’re always more successful in retrieving defenseless earth creatures than a Decepticon you outrank.” This was definitely Megatron, and he was not playing. There was definitely some kind of smile on his face, but you did not want to misread the room.
Starscream on the other hand looked tense, that don’t give a fuck big shot getup was replaced with a cowering lip biting dumbell, the real Screamer perhaps? He had even raised you higher and closer to Megatron as he formulated a response.
“Just get this dirty female away from me, Megatron! It’s been asking me question after question, Skywarp even took it from me!”
Skywarp whacked Starscream with his elbow. “Did not! Starscream let her run away!!” He chimed in.
But Megatron wasn’t having it. Skywarp was fine, but the giant tin can man swiftly snatched you from the Starscream’s stinky hand, making for instance number 4 of being held like a 5th grade class hamster named Chelsea that died eating insulation. He was the most gentle, thankfully, but that probably meant he’d handled many more humans like you in the past. Maybe not the best thought to have while being observed by him.
He then narrowed his eyes at Starscream, and kicked him to the ground. His voicebox let out a staticy grunt as he toppled over. No one seemed to give a fuck either? Skywarp and blue guy were even laughing between themselves, until Megatron redirected the whole crew. He turned to the giant screen in the middle of the module, and held you front and center.
“You flee from the scene of a battle across the planet, leaving your Decepticon brethren defenseless and damaged-” His tone lowered, and likewise he crushed the air right out of you, not quite sending you to the cold unfeeling afterlife; just getting sooo, soooo close.
The console lit up with a mess of shapes and patterns, as a familiar voice startled you and Starscream’s besties.
“Release her, Lord Megatron. I’ll do anything you command, just let me keep this one to myself!”
“Yes, Astrotrain, of course. Anything I command. You will have primary responsibility over this slave, but she can be taken at any point should you disobey.” He opened his palm around you like a blooming flower to let you fully breathe once more, air burned your face as it returned to your barely collapsed lungs.
Slave? The word looped and looped in your mind, the very principle of that word raced throughout your entire body, every nerve lit up, every muscle screamed out as you waited with bated breath for Astrotrain’s response. He seemed much bigger than any of his ranks, or maybe they had magic shrinking powers. He had to be stronger than them too, he’s a train, and a space ship?
“Yes, lord Megatron. I’ll make sure she understands her place as a prisoner before anything else.”
As expected, you were not rewarded for your patience, your innocence, your obedience, as your one real ticket out, the ship himself, just sealed your fate as a “prisoner” of the Decepticon menace by folding instantly.
“That’s wonderful to hear...”