Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. However, I do own my OC Maddie and essentially the general plot line for this story.

Okay, so I've had this idea eating at me for months now- no, actually years- (I wish I was joking) and it's been eating away at me for so long that it's just gotten to the point where I've just had to write it down. I can already tell that this is gonna be pretty difficult to keep up but I'm confident I can at least get to some places with it!

But before we begin, let me just tell you a few things that I should probably mention:

Firstly, since the main character is only 14, I will not be pairing her with anybody at this moment in time.

In short: this story will have no romance!

Sorry, it's just that the cybertronians are literally thousands of human years older than she is so it would be pretty awkward- and weird- to pair her up with anyone like that. Not only that, but I get kind of fed up with all the romance stories so I decided to do something a little more family-and-friend orientated this time.

Even if I do end up with some romance, it definitely won't be for my main character and it will mostly stick to canon or popular 'fanon'- maybe some Jazz/Prowl, for instance (though that still doesn't seem too likely). If that does end up being the case, please don't expect me to go all out and have that be the focus of the story or anything! Sorry!

Oh, and a fair, final warning to everybody who has decided to keep reading: this is not going to be easy for me or for you. This is gonna be an absolute b* to write and it will get seriously confusing (and a little repetitive) at times, so I'm really sorry for that, too! Nevertheless, I am determined to make this story as easy to understand and as enjoyable as possible, so please stick with me!

Now, just to warn you, I am literally AWFUL at updating and not that great at writing either so updates will be few and far between. Again, sorry!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this fanfic! Happy reading! :D

Verisimilitude

[ver-uh-si-mil-i-tood]noun

the appearance or semblance of being true or real

- EARTH, 2017-

Verisimilitude

[ver-uh-si-mil-i-tood]
noun

the appearance or semblance of being true or real

- EARTH, 2017-

The classroom of 1-B was completely silent.

Silent, that is, except for the obnoxious ticking of the broken clock.

Madeline glared at it with childish contempt, brows furrowed as the second hand ticked back and forth, it's broken springs whirring and clicking sporadically. It was, quite frankly, infuriating and Mrs Grimway knew this all too well.

The older woman in question was perched at her desk, pen darting swiftly across the paper with practiced ease. Every now and again, she would glance up from her marking, her eyes- cold and cruel- glinting smugly through the dusted glass of her spectacles. Then she would scan the room, brows furrowed with age and constant displeasure, before finally settling on Maddie.

The girl quickly averted her eyes and waited for those steely orbs to wander away from her again. When they did, she glanced impatiently at her phone.

10 whole minutes left.

For a full twenty seconds, the teenager seriously considered bashing her head against her desk, if only to give herself something to do other than glare at the four walls. Instead, she only gave a small huff through her nose and went back to staring at the clock on the wall.

It might have only been ten minutes, but the wait was practically torturous. Mrs Grimway seemed to be in an even worse mood then normal, hissing whenever a chair so much as squeaked. It only made the tense seconds drag on. And then finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, it finally happened; the bell- even more loud and obnoxious than usual- rang out like an air raid siren, sending students rocketing from their chairs in waves.

Rising from her seat, Mrs Grimway tutted loudly, already spouting some nonsense about summer homework and 'keeping out of trouble'. Maddie on the other hand had already stopped listening and she practically leapt over her desk in an effort to get to the door, ignoring the cry of surprise behind her as she nearly knocked old Mrs Grimway off of her feet.

"Madeline Penn, you get back here!" The old woman squawked. Maddie only gave a nervous laugh as she ducked beneath her teacher's manicured nails. She was not exactly eager to get another detention.

"Sorry, I've gotta run!" she blurted sheepishly, "Have a good summer, ma'am!"

And with a wave and a grin she was off, ducking into the corridor and diving down the hall. A smattering of relieved laughs, angered shouts and amused farewells followed her as she ran, Mrs Grimway's hunch-backed figure shuffling into the corridor to follow her. And then, in a glorious wave of sunlight, Maddie burst out of the school's front door and skipped out onto the lawn.

The taste of freedom was just as sweet as she'd imagined.

The teen took a deep breath of the fresh afternoon air, smiling like a madman as she finally strolled out of the iron gates and into the warm summer sun. That phantom pain from being hunched over a desk all day still pulled at her muscles like an animal gnawing a bone, but she didn't care. Instead, she stopped to stretch her hands high above her head, gazing up at the blue, summer sky with blinding smile slipping across her face.

Free. She was finally free.

No more Mrs Grimway, no more stupid detentions, no more pop quizzes or bad school lunches. After months upon months of endless studying, homework, essays, and exams, she was finally, finally free. A summer of endless possibilities.

There was an ecstatic skip in her step as she made her way down the sun-baked street, the straps of her backpack tugging on her shoulders as her bronze-dusted ponytail swung back and forth. From her right hand dangled her phone and she hummed cheerfully to herself as she thumbed through her contacts.

The line rang a total of three times before someone answered.

"Honestly, Madeline, what is it this time?"

Maddie only smiled dizzily, tugging at her backpack straps as she swung around a street lamp.

"Hey, Maria," she chimed back. "I'm really sorry for bothering you. I know that you're probably busy right now, but it's just, well... it is the last day of school and I was just wondering if you were busy right now."

She could practically hear the disapproval on her caretaker's face.

"Madeline..."

Maddie grinned. "Maria!"

The elderly spaniard hummed long and doubtfully, wry suspicion creeping into her tone. Fondly, though Maria couldn't see her, Maddie only rolled her eyes in response. No matter how irresolute the other woman tended to act, both knew that she'd always bend in the end. In most cases, Maddie had discovered, it was a waiting game- though that definitely didn't mean Maria was by any means a pushover. Most of the time anyway.

"Oh, alright," Maria said finally. "Give me 10 minutes. I'll meet you by the park."

Maddie's face broke out into a grin. "Yeah, okay, I'll see you then. Love you!"

For a moment, there was a short pause on the other side of the phone, almost as if Maria was trying to figure out whether Maddie was actually being serious or not. Then after a moment, she seemed to give in, releasing a mild chucklebefore hanging up.

Grinning to herself, Maddie cheerily made her way down the road, phone still swinging loosely in her grip. She really did love Maria. Housekeeper or not, the older woman had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember. In truth, she actually had more memories of her than she did of her Aunt Flo.

Ah, Flo. Thinking about her always tended to put just a little bit of a dampener of Madeline's mood. It wasn't that she didn't love her- because she really did. Flo was funny, kind, loving, and always ready for support if she needed it. The perfect aunt to have, really, so that wasn't the problem. Actually, the problem often lied with her occupation. Most of her life was spent working abroad, browsing through every international art gallery you could think of in search of opportunities to sell her work. Many times Maddie would go to sleep and wake up again, only to find out that her Aunt had slipped off in the night.

It wasn't really her fault. Being an artist was difficult and it was a pretty shaky business, even at the best of times. And besides, as family relations went, a famous professional photographer wasn't exactly all that bad. Actually, it tended to work to Maddie's advantage (living in a huge house and even having a housekeeper, for instance). Most importantly though, the pay-off was always amazing and a happy Flo meant a happy Maddie. Well, that, and she always did appreciate the little gifts that her aunt bought for her when she went away; anything from exotic, African masks to strong-smelling spices from the trading markets of Timbuktu.

Yeah, when you put it like that, Maddie couldn't really hold it against her. She was mostly proud- even if she was maybe just a little bitter about the whole thing.

And actually, now that she thought about it, wasn't Flo supposed to be coming home tonight?

Maddie's steady footsteps stumbled to a stop as a sudden sense of apprehension grabbed at her. Was she missing something? It definitely felt like she was missing something. Something really important that she just couldn't put her finger on. What was it that Maria had said? Something about Flo having decided to come home early because of a party or someth-

She bit back a horrified gasp. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no! She'd completely forgotten! How had she forgotten?

Oh god, she was in trouble. Maria was going to- Oh, she didn't even want to think about what Maria would do. Maddie went very pale and glanced down at her phone. Okay, so she still had a few minutes left. That would be enough right? All she had to do was run in and buy a nice necklace or something, then a card, then wrapping paper, then... Oh, who was she kidding, she was never gonna get all that done!

Maddie huffed, looking up and down at the rows of open shop doors, completely at a loss at where to start. Well, she reasoned hurriedly, did it matter? She might as well try anyway, right? Better to go down fighting than to give up before the battle had even begun. The next thing Maddie knew, she was across the street and peering into the nearest shop window. A collection of bracelets and rings lay abandoned in the velveteen display case and Maddie scanned them carefully. Too pricey, too dull, too big, too ordinary. She worried her bottom lip with her front teeth.

Then one of the middle necklaces flashed oddly.

Maddie's brain screeched to a stop. For a moment she thought it was a trick of the light- just the reflection of the sun bouncing back into her eyes- but then she blinked and pressed her nose up against the glass.

The jewellery... It was glowing.

Blue. A bright, bright blue- so clear that it made the summer sky look dirty- glimmered in the shallow depths of the many tiny jewels. Maddie watched with growing curiosity as the light flickered and danced in the glass, burning like a miniature star. Her first thought was that it looked strangely beautiful. Her second was that it was impossible, Jewellery definitely didn't glow, last time she checked.

And then, with all the subtlety of a baseball bat to the face, a bright wave of blue and white light smashed into her retinas.

Immediately, Maddie stuttered to a stop, hissing frantically as she blinked away coloured spots from her vision. It took a few moments for her sight to return to her and when it did she glowered at her mirror image in the glass.

Okay, she thought dazedly, that actually hurt. A lot.

Eyebrows pinched as if in agreement, her reflection stared gormlessly back.

In the shop window, the polished jewellery still shimmered innocently and Maddie glared at it in confusion. The light was gone, the jewels oddly dark in its absence. It had vanished so fast that she hadn't even been able to register it. What even was it? Some kind of prank or something? Even the idea of glowing jewellery sounded like something out of a bad sci-fi movie. Definitely a prank then.

Maddie gave a squeak of surprise as another sudden flare lit up the nearby windows like a flash-bang. Instant waves of white came crashing down across her vision as she forced her eyelids to shut tight.

When the blankness finally faded away, she whirled around to stare across the street but there was nothing there. The bracelets hadn't been glowing, she realised slowly, the light had been a reflection. No bright lights to be seen. No flashlights or rogue lasers or possible perpetrators. Only shop displays, dirty backstreets and the steady flow of people pouring down the road. She wet her lips, more befuddled then ever. What one Earth was going o-

She groaned again and pawed at her eyelids as another flash stung her eyes. Her head was starting to spin now, backpack sagging heavily between her shoulders as she fought to keep steady. What the hell was going on?

It must have been around then that she realised that something was wrong.

It was kinda like that moment when you're watching a horror movie and suddenly the ambient music drifts away into nothingness. The silence is unnatural. It is out of place, almost jarring, because you have grown so used to the music that you only notice it when it disappears. You are left with this heavy feeling of unease as the sudden silence grows louder, every sound amplified tenfold as your ears strain to catch even the slightest noise.

It is this exact type of unease that caught Maddie now, with her heartbeat pulsing dully in her ears.

A few shop windows away, the teenager could see a small boy whining and crying as he rubbed frantically at his eyes. His mother looked alarmed, patting him down with soft, inquisitive coos. She seemed concerned, only frowning in confusion as the child buried his head in his sticky hands.

Immediately, another flash split the sky. Maddie squeezed her eyes shut and waited for it to pass, head buzzing. From across the street, a baby shrieked and flailed in it's stroller. An older boy cursed and stumbled blindly across the pavement with his eyes clenched shut. A little girl buried her head in the neck of her father's jacket, whimpering as the little boy's screams grew ever louder.

Not a single other person reacted. There were no wary side glances from curious passer-by's, no annoyed glares from businessmen, or strangers stopping by to investigate. Nobody on the streets seemed bothered at all. Nobody recoiled, or grimaced, or flinched which was rather strange considering how Maddie had very nearly been blinded by it.

It was only the children. Only the other kids could see it.

Then it happened again. And again. And again.

Bright, repetitive strikes of white lightning streaked across the bustling street and danced in the reflections of the windows, sending her reeling backwards with every flash. The shrieking of the nearby youngsters rang in her ears and she cupped her hands over them, squinting through the light. It was coming from the blackness of an empty alleyway across the road; bright, eerie and almost ghost-like in the shadows.

As if on cue, another wave of light whipped across her vision and Maddie couldn't help the whine she gave as it hit, her body trembling. As she waited for the sparks to fade from view, she darted quickly across the road, ignoring the beeps and shouts that chased her. She had just about hit the other side when an eighth flash tore through her and she keened, nearly falling over entirely.

Then, head throbbing, she very carefully peered into the dark mouth of the side street.

The alley looked normal enough. Dirty trash bags were piled up in a grimy dump, rubbish and empty bottles strewn across the floor and decorating the ground with glittering, broken glass. A mangey cat lay across the tarmac, watching her with a menacing hiss scraping past it's jagged fangs. A cloud of flies buzzed contently over the junk pile and Maddie winced. Yeah, definitely an ordinary city street by the looks of things.

But then... what was this feeling?

Something heavy crawled up her back and churned in her stomach, sending a hundred goosebumps popping up all over her skin at once. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as if she'd just been electrocuted, her whole body shivering. It was like that feeling you got when you were on a rollercoaster just before it transcended the top of the rails and started its lightning descent down to Earth.

"Hello?" she called cautiously, but there was no reply.

Maddie cringed but forced herself to keep walking, gingerly stepping past the trash bags, the crushed cans, the take-away boxes and broken bottles. She gingerly avoided the yowling feline and ducked under the blanket of dusty cobwebs that dangled above like silver-sprinkled fairy lights. Then, ever so slowly, she stepped her way around the corner.

She froze instantly.

In the centre of the dim, dirty alleyway, surrounded by trash and rats and disease, was a bright blue ball of electricity. It hovered there- something straight out of science fiction- quivering and jolting as tiny arcs of electricity zapped through the air around it, like one of those electric plasma balls that sparked when you touched it.

Maddie couldn't move. Completely petrified by her own awe, she stared at the thing; so completely unnatural, so strangely beautiful, so entirely alien, that she felt her breath seize in her throat.

She almost couldn't help herself. As if some invisible force had seized her body, Maddie felt her feet move forwards into the light. Unthinkingly, her hand reached out to touch the orb, shivering as her fingers dipped through the static-charged air towards that unearthly blue glow-

As if reacting to her presence, the electric orb began to pulse and writhe in place. She could feel an invisible wind pushing her back, cutting her skin as her hair whipped her face. The light blazed blindingly bright and the sudden crackle of power that echoed through the empty alley sent wild panic surging in her chest. Her vision seemed to flood with blue; an endless ultramarine. Gunshots, explosions, the ringing of metal clashing on metal. She could hear something- voices, maybe? But they were so electronic, like static forced through a television. They were screaming; a grating, mechanised sound that sent shivers racing up her spine.

The blue hit her again like a wave. Inky, endless black seeped across her vision like a curtain call. She could feel her eyes slowly drift to a close. For a mere moment it was almost peaceful and then the pain hit, sweet and terrible.

Her body was being hacked into a thousand different shards; her being was forcing itself apart and being pounded together all at once. Her mind was exploding, her very thoughts- her very soul- tearing down the middle as something clawed it's way jaggedly through her mind.

She was going to die, she realised. She was going to die here in a dirty alleyway on the first day of the school holidays, torn apart by a big alien ball of electricity.

And then, like the world had heard her screaming, everything turned eerily silent.

Her eyes flew open.

Maddie shot up like a rocket, eyes wide and heart racing as her body shook and shuddered. Half-formed flashes of blue and white light streaked back across the her vision and she hastily blinked them away, mind buzzing with electric white noise. An ache had formed in her temples, wide and sharp with her confusion as she waved away the stabbing pain.

It took a few moments for her to regain her senses and, when she did, she couldn't stop her jaw from dropping open in mute horror.

Gone was the grimy alley and the weird, pulsing light. Gone was the bustling city with it's gum-stained pavements and towering buildings. There were no shops filled with ambient colour and sound, no bumbling crowds or cars with their constant, overhanging hum. She was sat cold and alone in the middle of a huge clearing of nothingness, surrounded by mesmerising clouds of white mist that twirled and twisted in hypnotic patterns.

White. Everything was white here; the ground, the mist and even the sky.

Her head swung back and forth like a pendulum, eyes wide and unseeing as she desperately searched for some kind of recognisable landmark but all she could see was the white; an impenetrable, murky fog that seemed to press in all around her. After a couple of moments spent in dizzying confusion, she scrambled to her feet, wrapping her arms around herself in a tight embrace. She noticed the absence of weight on her back and felt her stomach drop- her backpack was missing. She rifled quickly through the pockets of her hoodie. No phone, either.

Air seemed to elude her as Maddie dug her nails through the fabric of her hoodie and shoved the lump in her throat back down.

If she wasn't going crazy (which was entirely possible), then she was completely on her own in a place she didn't recognise with no idea of how she'd gotten there in the first place. She had no phone, no backpack, no knowledge of what had happened to her and, even worse (if that was possible at this point), no idea of how to get back home from... wherever she was.

In short, she was in trouble. She'd seen enough movies to figure out where this was going and she didn't like it in the least. Mostly-invisible alien lights, sudden voices in her head and potential kidnapping? This day had taken a very dramatic, very unwanted turn.

Steeling herself, Maddie swallowed dryly and peered through the mist for some kind of sign- of something, anything, but all she could see was the fog. She took a step forward and cleared her throat.

"H-Hello...?"

The word echoed through the emptiness, trembling once before vanishing into the mist like a whisper.

No reply.

Maddie, hesitant but unsurprised, began to make her way forwards, glancing around herself warily as she proceeded into the mist. The sound of her own footsteps was a welcome companion in the wake of the eerie silence. The clearing seemed endless and her voice only ever come back alone, no matter how loud or how far she shouted.

Eventually, her fear grew to sheer desperation and she split into a wild, frenzied sprint, running this way and that in some hope of finding something in this barren, desolate hell that she'd awoken in. It was only after her feet began to grow numb and her lungs began to scorch her chest that she finally stumbled to a stop, hysterical tears biting at the corners of her eyes as she fought away the hurriedly-approaching panic attack.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. No sound, no light, no shadows, no people- just nothingness. This place was just mist; a nightmare in which she was hopelessly stranded, able to do nothing but wander helplessly in circles for hours. What was she supposed to do? What if she couldn't find the way back? What if she couldn't get home? What if she ended up being stuck here forever?

Maddie wasn't afraid to admit it- she was stuck. She was stuck and alone and scared and she just didn't know what to do. She just wanted to go home.

Numb with exhaustion and fear, she stopped to sit on the cold ground. She pulled her knees to her chest like a child, burying her face in her legs and forcing herself to breathe softly. This was so stupid, she thought bitterly. She should have waited to be dismissed properly instead of just sprinting out of class like a lunatic. Then maybe she could have just avoided that weird light and gone straight home to see Aunt Flo.

"Okay, so I know I'm probably just going crazy..." she whispered desperately and tried to ignore how her voice trembled, "b-but, please, if there's someone out there who can hear me- God, or Allah, or anyone- it would be really nice if you could wake me up now. Just... please."

She knew that there wasn't anyone around to hear her but, in that moment, it didn't matter. In that moment, even pleading to the nothingness was better than sitting here and waiting patiently for insanity to finally consume her.

It was a good thing too because someone- fate, or the gods, or maybe even something more- must have heard her plea.

It was gradual at first, like the buzzing of an angered wasp; a low-pitched hum that grew progressively louder and more incensed with every passing moment. It took some time for her to recognise it, as dizzy and as muddled as she was, but when her brain had caught up with the rest of her, she felt her heart jump at the familiar sound.

Voices. She could hear voices.

Instantly, Maddie's head jerked upwards, red-rimmed eyes flickering frantically back and forth as she strained to see through the mist. No matter where she looked, there was nothing but an endless sea of white shadows and fog.

She staggered to her feet and started forwards into the unknown. With every step she took, the voices seemed to get closer. She couldn't make out the words but they seemed just about as confused and freaked out as she was and that, at least, was a comfort. But then she paused, suddenly hesitant as they grew ever clearer.

There was something off about this, she could hear it in the way they sounded. The words seemed to be spat with such a furious hatred that she felt herself freeze, an icy shiver running down her spine.

For a second, Maddie felt that maybe this wasn't the best idea before realising once more that she didn't have a choice. With no visible alternative, she dug her nails into her palms and forced herself to press onwards. The voices only grew louder from there.

"-all their fault, Optimus! If it hadn't been for those Decepti-freaks then-"

"Oh, will you stop whining, already! We had nothing to do with this, Auto-scum!"

"Oh, shut it, 'Screamer. Why don't you get back to kissing Megatron's fat, shiny aft?"

"How dare you-"

"Starscream, you infernal fool! Stop your screeching this instant! It's grating on my audio receptors!"

"But Lord Megatron-"

"I said enough!"

As Maddie drew ever closer, she found that she could see something through the impenetrable white mist: shapes. Giant, hulking shadows that seemed to be gesturing and pacing frantically- and when Maddie said 'giant', she truly meant it. Not seven feet, or even eight, but what looked to be at least 20 feet tall giants... Monsters.

Maddie felt some nameless emotion rush through her.

"Autobots, stand down," said one of the voices.

"But Optimus, we can't just-"

"Ironhide, that is an order. Stand down."

Maddie jolted, both at the authoritative growl and at the reluctant, mechanical grunt that echoed after it. The shadows were so close now and they sounded more intimidating than ever; loud, sharp and hostile. Strangely, they also sounded kind of... mechanical. Almost like they'd been synthesised through one of those cheap voice modifiers you might find at the dollar store. In fact, they were eerily similar to the voices she had heard so clearly in her head.

She stopped as dread clenched vividly in her stomach.

They were the voices from before- 'autobots', and 'decepti-freaks', and so many other words that she'd never heard of before. Who were these people? What were these people? The sensible part of her mind screamed at her furiously to run and hide. She wished she could have listened to it.

Instead of turning tail like she probably should have done, she kept going, arms still wrapped around her waist- though now more for her protection than comfort. The monsters grew steadily clearer, vibrant colours merging with the fog like some kind of abstract art.

And then something large and heavy struck the ground next to her.

It was almost like something out of a horror movie; Maddie found herself suddenly plunged into darkness, a cold shiver racing over her skin as something large and slow shuffled into view. The creature groaned above her, it's heavy footprints trembling across the ground and sending the hairs on her arm rocketing upwards.

In all honestly, there weren't really enough words in her vocabulary for her to describe all the emotions that rolled through her at that moment. Shock, horror, confusion, excitement and sickening fear coiled in her stomach, threatening to rip her chest in two as a helpless scream got stuck in her throat.

She was staring up at a robot. Huge, dark and intimidating beyond belief, the enormous figure loomed high above her, casting her in the black of it's over-sized shadow. Gears and wires glinted in the strange light of the clearing, shining between the cracks in it's bruised and dented metal armour- a striking combination of crimson, silver, and dark cobalt blue.

It looked like a mechanical man- heavy-set legs, a grill-covered chest, thick-plated arms and broad, angular shoulders. She could see a series of electrical panels lining it's chest, alien-looking symbols printed neatly across the many ridges and intrinsic metal pieces that made up its visible innards. On it's head was a helmet; dark blue with two sharp, ear-like protrudes spiking from either side. Strangely, the most human-like feature of the mechanical creature was definitely it's face; defined metal cheeks with large, exaggerated eye ridges for eyebrows, a small square of metal that seemed to substitute a nose, and two, blue headlights that shone directly in the centre of it's face. The place where it's mouth may have been was hidden away by the shiny plating of a metal mask, but Maddie could still the concerned creases in it's expression.

Maddie had never seen robot frown before.

Luckily for her, the huge mechanoid hadn't seemed to have noticed her yet and was looking at something she couldn't see. It seemed conflicted, she noticed- or about as conflicted as a robot could be- and was watching its neighbouring shadows in weary thought.

From just beyond came a voice, gruff and moody, "Please don't tell me that you're seriously considering this, Optimus?"

Maddie jumped as the red and blue machine gave a resigned, automated sigh and raised it's hands to rub at the bridge of it's 'nose'. "No, Ratchet," the giant rumbled wearily, "I am not considering anything at this moment." It shook it's head almost exasperatedly and then lifted it's gaze. "For now, I believe it would be best if we just remained calm. We must all work together if we are to find a way out of this place."

From behind the towering figure of the robot, she heard a cacophonous chorus of groans and snarls ring out in united disagreement.

"Prime, if you seriously believe that I'm going to work with a bunch of filthy Autobots, then you're more insane then I thought." Maddie almost squeaked. It was one of the voices from before but it was a lot closer now and a lot more unpleasant; a high-pitched squawk that grated violently on the ears.

"You know, as much as I hate to say it, Optimus, 'Screamer's got a point."

Maddie felt her breath coming quick and fast, heart pounding frantically in her chest as finally- finally - the giant, hulking figures materialised from the mist and reality set in like a cold venom. She fought the sudden, inescapable urge to faint dead away, frozen in place as she stared.

Giant talking robots. Giant talking robots that looked as if they could snap her in two with a flick of the wrist. Giant talking robots which could very easily kill her, with really big guns.

And one of them was looking straight at her.

Bright, electric-blue bored into gold-speckled hazel, cold metal features morphing into a transfixed befuddlement that was no doubt mirrored in her own expression. The robot in question was stood a little further out from the rest of the group, electric gaze trained on her like a hawk on its prey. It looked different from the one from before. It was definitely a lot smaller, for one thing. For another, this one had two brightly glowing panels sticking out from either side of its head. They shone with a bright, curious yellow light, although just moments before she had sworn that they had been pink.

For a long moment, the two beings stared at each other, unhindered by the mounting chatter continuing ahead. Then suddenly the giant moved- Maddie didn't even get a chance to react before the giant bent down and scooped her into its palm with a quick swipe of its giant arm. She swallowed back a startled scream of protest as huge metal fingers wrapped round her body and pinned her gently place.

"Fascinating..." she heard the robot murmur. "A bipedal organic. But where on Cybertron did it come from?"

There was something in the lights of its eyes that unsettled her; it was as if it were looking at a particularly interesting puzzle or worse, a science experiment. Maddie didn't really feel like becoming a lab rat to anybody, least of all an alien robot. Instead, what she would really prefer was if the strange metal being could put her down. At the very least, she thought somewhat hysterically, he should give her the chance to escape.

Maddie opened her mouth to tell the giant exactly this but suddenly found that she couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. It was as if all the air had been seized from her lungs all at once, her tongue flapping helplessly as her voice stalled in her throat.

"U-Um, ex- excu-"

"Wheeljack! What are you doing?"

Immediately, both the automaton and the human snapped to attention.

Now Maddie couldn't exactly say that she was a robotics expert, but even she could tell when a robot was in a pretty bad mood. This one looked particularly murderous. It had a smooth metal mouth that was turned down in a way that couldn't be described as anything other than 'grumpy' and the now pink-finned robot beneath her seemed to shrink under the newcomer's glare. Maddie couldn't help but cower with it.

The new mechanoid growled, "Please, for the love of Primus, at least tell me you've come up with something to get us out of here."

Maddie's robot let out a throaty, electrical noise that sounded oddly like it was clearing it's throat. "Ah, well, yes... About that..."

The newcomer's electric eyes narrowed as it surveyed the other's nervous shuffling. That piercing, blue gaze seemed to search for some sort of sign before darting down just for a second- just long enough to see her head poking out from beneath the other robot's slender fingers. For a second, she was struck by the sudden hope that the new robot wouldn't see her. That idea was dashed almost instantly when its fiery gaze latched onto her like a starving hawk.

It was as if she could see the robot's mind come to a complete stop. Honestly, she couldn't blame it.

It was almost comical really. The robot sputtered comically when it saw her, eyes blown wide as it stared at where she clung to the sharp metal joints of it's pink-finned companion. For a long second of dumbstruck silence, Maddie and her captor watched as the robot's eyes flickered back and forth as it seemed to process the scene before it. Then- so quick that she almost missed it- Maddie watched that same shock morph into fury.

"Is that an organic?" the robot hissed. "Here?!"

Maddie's current prison warden blanched but wisely said nothing, causing the new robot's eyes to shift and narrow dangerously. It was a look that Maddie had seen many times, and one that looked infinitely more terrifying on a 20-foot robot than it did on little, 5"4' Maria Morello.

"Wheeljack..." Oh, it was definitely growling now. "Please don't tell me that you've just kidnapped a random native- again."

Wheeljack shifted uneasily on the spot, so nervous-looking that Maddie was suddenly reminded of a young boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was almost comical, although it probably would have been a lot funnier if Maddie hadn't been the metaphorical cookie.

"Well," he began, slowly, "I mean, it wasn't really kidnapping..."

The other robot gave an exasperated growl as, without much preamble, he swatted her fidgeting kidnapper over the head with the back of his hand. Immediately, Wheeljack gave a defensive yelp and reeled backwards- both from surprise and from the impact. He sent his attacker a quick glare as his plates flashed vibrant orange in warning.

"Ratchet!" he complained indignantly. "What was that for?" His complaints were silenced when Ratchet gave another irritated growl, although an expression of sadistic satisfaction had somehow worked its way into his expression.

"For being a mindless bucket of bolts. I thought you'd already learnt not to pick up random organics or need I remind you of the incident on Quadra 14?" As he spoke, Ratchet crossed his bulky arms over his red-and-white chest plates and levelled Wheeljack with a stern glower.

Wheeljack winced, and then brought out his arms in a helpless 'what can you do?' sort of gesture, fins glowing a sheepish magenta. "Well, yes," he started slowly, and Maddie could see the way his wires trembled as Ratchet's glare turned to a scowl, "but Quadra 14 wasn't my fault exactly-"

"You were almost torn apart, you primus-forsaken scrapheap!"

"Yes, but only because Sideswipe thought it was a good idea to insult the Quadrian High Commander!"

"And yet somehow, you were still the one who ended up in my medbay with most of your limbs unattached and only half an aft!"

"That was because my prototype acid grenade went off! I told you, Ironhide was shooting at me!"

Maddie could practically see the alien spittle flying from Ratchet's mouth as his metal teeth gnashed together in a fierce snarl. Wheeljack, on the other hand, looked a lot less aggressive and a lot more panicked, his arms and hands gesturing wildly. Unfortunately for Maddie, this also meant a reasonable amount of rapid jolting as she was tossed from side to side like a rag-doll, still enclosed between the robot's fingers. It was a miracle she hadn't thrown up.

"U-Um, e-e-excuse me?"

Much to her disappointment (and deep relief), the two didn't seem to hear her, too embroiled in their own argument to notice the tiny creature trying to garner their attention. Her heart still jumping in her mouth, Maddie abandoned the arguing pair and tried her best to peek through the seams of the fingers that were holding her tight.

The other robots were still there, looking even more intimidating now that she was close up. Some were dark and angular, with wings and spikes and swords and menacing expressions that looked like they belonged on an alien 'wanted' poster. The rest were a walking antithesis of the former; bright and colourful with rounded edges and sparkling paint jobs that complemented nicely their bright blue eyes.

The two groups seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier and glared at each other from across the empty gap that ran between them. Bulky, metal objects that looked suspiciously like weapons were half-raised in defence and their faces were twisted with anger and doubt. At the centre of the nearest group (the one that Maddie had accidentally been grouped with) stood the huge red and blue robot from before, weary but still standing tall with that same quiet, authoritative dignity.

Directly across the gap stood another robot, equally as huge but almost opposite in every way. This one sported dull silver paint marred by deep scratches and dents, two vermilion orbs that gleamed sinisterly above a shark-toothed snarl, and a face-like purple logo that shone proudly from the centre of his expansive chest.

To Maddie- tiny, delicate, and oh-so-very human- it was like watching two great forces stand off against each other. Like the start of a fantasy battle from some far off other world or universe. To say she was nervous would be somewhat of an understatement.

She looked up. The two robots above her were growing louder with every moment, completely oblivious to the growing tension between the two factions sides. They were starting to draw a few too many stares, Maddie noted apprehensively, and that was definitely not something she felt comfortable with right now.

"Ratchet, it's tiny! It's not like it can hurt me!"

"Hurt you, my aft. You're enough of a danger to yourself!" The bot snarled ferociously and his engines roared ferociously, "I swear to Primus, Wheeljack, if it turns out that it was your invention that landed us here, then so help me I'll reformat you into a cleaning drone."

A chorus of hostile, irritated growls interrupted his spiel as all eyes turned to the sheepish-looking scientist. At first, Maddie couldn't decide whether it was the noise or the comment that riled them up, then she noticed the way that they were looking at him and quickly realised that it was the latter. Apparently, her kidnapper had some kind of reputation for trouble.

Wheeljack gave a nervous chuckle as his unoccupied hand rose up to rub self-consciously at the back of his neck. "Well, it's not like I keep track of these things..."

"Wheeljack."

It wasn't a question or even a command, but the robot in question cringed.

"You know, contrary to what some bots believe, I'm not always responsible when things go horribly wrong. I didn't have anything to do with any of this." He stopped for a second to think. "At least, I hope not."

There was a snort from Maddie's right and she couldn't help but lean a little further out from her hiding place. A lithe, red-plated robot was propped up against an almost identical yellow robot, frowning skeptically as he played with the hilt of his sword. Behind Wheeljack's fingers, Maddie gulped and ducked further behind cover the second she caught a glint of the strange, alien-looking blade.

"You don't sound too convinced. Are you sure you didn't do anything?"

Maddie heard Ratchet scoff, "Of course he did something. He's Wheeljack."

"Ratchet, Sideswipe, that's enough." The leader- what was his name again?- gave an impatient, mechanical sigh. He sounded tired, almost drained. Given any other situation, Maddie probably would have felt sorry for the guy. "Wheeljack, is there any chance that you know what happened?"

Wheeljack, also sympathetic, could only shake his head. "Sorry, Optimus," he replied grimly, "I genuinely don't have any idea." He winced meekly and his eye-lights dimmed in dismay. "I think my memory banks were damaged in that explosion. I can't access any of my systems, not even subspace."

A dull hum rose up from the crowd as they started to mutter.

The group of robots nearest to Maddie seemed more relaxed though evidently troubled, frowns and distress echoed on their features. Most were murmuring to themselves and each other, throwing apprehensive glances across the invisible gap. Some were far louder in voicing their opinions (for instance, the agitated medic above her who was huffing and growling to himself) but most seemed relatively unconcerned. Then again, judging by the way they were looking at Wheeljack, Maddie could hazard a guess that maybe this sort of thing wasn't so uncommon an occurrence for them.

The other group, on the other hand...

Maddie looked over and visibly flinched. The large, grey robot- Megatron- looked furious. His metal teeth ground together in a threatening symphony as he glared daggers at the robot called Optimus. To Maddie, it looked very much like he was contemplating whether or not to rip the red-and-blue armoured bot apart with his bare hands. For some reason, he seemed very unmindful of the fact that, directly to his left, the robot from before (Starscream, if she remembered correctly) was hissing at him, spiky wings hiked with infuriated anger. Maddie watched with wide eyes as something that the smaller robot said seemed to trigger Megatron's anger and the bigger robot snarled, the sound rattling in his chest. There was an unmistakable growl in his tone as he turned on the skinnier robot, claws flexing with dangerous intent.

Maddie couldn't quite hear what was being said said exactly but could still feel the force of his hostility in his snarl even from across the clearing- not unlike a tiger released from it's cage. Immediately, she saw Starscream simper, though his face was still down-turned in a mocking sneer as he offered a gracious bow. Hisgrating tone was very clearly audible, even over the dull chatter of the surrounding crowd.

"My apologies, master. I was simply suggesting that perhaps you- our renowned and undoubtedly impressive leader- are getting complacent."

Megatron at this point seriously looked like he wanted to snap the smaller mechanoid in half. Maddie couldn't say that she blamed him. She half expected him to just snap right then and there but was deftly surprised when instead he turned back to his previous target- Optimus, who stared impassively back. Though the others didn't seem to notice, there was a notable lingering tension between the two that Maddie shivered at.

The surface beneath her shifted amply and Maddie was abruptly shaken from her thoughts.

Wheeljack was peering down at her again, blue eye-lights wide and curious as he examined her. Incredulously, he seemed utterly unaware of the rising pressure in the air. Instead, his sole focus remained on Madeline and the way she trembled in his palm.

Honestly she wasn't entirely sure that he knew that she could understand him. By the way he was looking at her, he probably thought of her as some kind of pet or something. An animal, maybe. And speaking of which, what exactly was she supposed to do in this situation? Say hello? Introduce herself? Run away screaming? She'd never really had to practice a 'captured by an alien / possible hallucination' drill and now she was sorely feeling the gap in her survival knowledge.

After a long moment of stalemate staring, Maddie finally decided to break the eye-contact. Step 1: Start with basic, universal communication. Gulping, she did the only thing she could bring herself to do and waved shyly. The robot's aqua eyes sputtered off an on for a moment- almost like he was blinking at her- and then, curiosity written plainly across his expression, he returned the motion. Maddie stopped and then felt the small hint of a watery smile spread across her face.

"-eeljack, are you even listening?"

Wheeljack didn't look up but instead stared intensely at her, almost as if he was trying to solve an equation. It was more curious than menacing, although she still shrunk back instinctively.

Ratchet, suddenly quiet, peeked over Wheeljack's shoulders in order to squint at her in silent speculation. She halted at the extra attention but with Wheeljack's weighty gaze egging her on, raised her hand very reluctantly and waved again. Ratchet frowned and didn't bother waving back. Wheeljack waved back at her again, looking oddly cheerful.

Ratchet's navy eye-lights narrowed at the exchange. "Why is it doing that?"

Wheeljack hummed thoughtfully and lifted his other hand to gently poke at the human with one of his giant fingers. Maddie hadn't expected it and gave a slight yelp as she toppled over, grasping the appendage with both hands affrontedly.

"I think it's a greeting," he mused. He gave his finger a shake and watched with amusement as Maddie was jolted up and down. She heard Ratchet snort again- something he seemed to do often.

"A greeting? Really?" He sounded doubtful, but even Maddie could see the way his eyes glinted curiously. "You think it's actually sentient?"

Wheeljack hummed again and tilted his head as though to speak but then stopped and stared at her expectantly, almost like he was waiting for something. Maddie stared back blankly. What did he want? Then her eyes widened.

Oh. The eyes of her mechanic warden seemed to stare straight through her, a little darker than before and teeming with a puzzling thousand thoughts that flashed by so quickly she could barely catch them. For someone so youthful, she wondered, his eyes seemed unusually old. In the background, she could still hear the loud, distressed chattering of the other robots. Ratchet's innate yammering went completely over her head as the two species- robot and human- simply stared at each other.

Maddie closed her eyes, took a deep breath in, then out. In. Out. It felt like the air had been sucked out from her. The world seemed to spin violently and suddenly the noise was almost too much for her to bear. Was this what a panic attack felt like? She opened her eyes again to see the mechanical giants scrutinising her confusedly and maybe a little bit concerned. The light in Wheeljack's eyes seemed to have returned.

"Is it's ventilation system's damaged?" Ratchet muttered slowly.

Wheeljack frowned. "I don't think so."

Maddie tried her best to ignore them and focused on getting the words out of her mouth. It wasn't easy; her lips were dry and chapped, her tongue frozen to her teeth, and her sudden anxiety kept pushing the words back down her throat. It was weird, she thought disgruntledly, she'd never been this freaked out about something before. Finally though, it happened: she felt something shift in her chest as she finally opened her mouth to speak-

"A planetary shift."

Once again, she'd been interrupted. Once again, she felt too relieved to care.

There was a sudden lull in conversation as everyone, including Wheeljack and Ratchet, turned. Maddie shivered involuntarily when she caught sight of the speaker. He was huge and hulking, with a large bulky gun for one arm, and a single all-seeing, amber eye. The expression on his face seemed empty, more viciously calculating than anything. It was the exact definition of a cyclops-robot if ever she saw one and was definitely not someone she'd want to run into when alone in a dark alley.

"Shockwave..." What was clearly meant to be a growl came off as more of an angry squawk and Maddie immediately recognised it as the raspy voice from earlier. "Did you do this?"

The one-eyed robot tilted his head to the side in the shadow of a subtle threat. Maddie followed his eye-line to see a thin yet supple body, venomous triangular eyes that glowed a deep scarlet, a pair of pointed wings, and a barbed sneer.

"I had no part in this, Starscream," the cyclops rebuked calmly. "I am only stating an observation."

Starscream only snorted and his wings hiked in irritation. "Clearly."

Shockwave didn't bother to grace the other with a reply and instead turned away, head bowed in respect. "Lord Megatron," he began, "I believe that our current predicament was caused by the interference of a sudden planetary shift adjusting the trajectory of our space bridge. The spatial and temporal injections momentarily pierced a hole through the transwarp space, ejecting us from the universal streams entirely."

Megatron loomed over Shockwave, unimpressed. It looked like he'd just about reached the end of his fuse. "I don't particularly care how it happened, I just want someone to fix it."

Shockwave didn't seem at all affected by the sudden hostility directed at him, and instead bowed his head further.

The tense moment was interrupted when Maddie heard a strangled sound come from above her. Once again, the many eyes in the clearing were drawn back to Wheeljack. The scientist appeared troubled, flashing fins paling to a soft yellow as his free hand came up to cover his open mouth.

"But that's-" he started and then stopped himself. "I don't think we can fix it. I mean, technically it would be possible but the basis behind transwarp technology is still mostly just theoretical, not to mention incredibly dangerous. Even if Shockwave is right, then that would mean that we somehow ripped a literal hole through the fabric of our reality. If that was the case then we shouldn't have survived being pulled through it in the first place. The only way we'd be able to get back is through piercing another hole through inter-dimensional space and then even if it worked, there's no promise that we'd come out the same way that we went in. We could end up stranded between the universal streams... or worse. When you factor in everything that could go wrong... The chances of us getting back successfully and without irreparable damage? They are astonishingly low."

The robots all shifted in a sudden disquiet harmony, glancing warily at each other. One of the red robots- the ornery one who sounded vaguely country- was the first to say what they were all thinking.

"I really ain't likin' those odds, Optimus."

A weary sigh echoed tensely in the quiet, "Nor I, old friend."

The silence lasted for a long, strained moment which was only broken by the sound of Megatron's frustrated growl.

"Soundwave?"

It was only a single world but the response was immediate. This time the speaker was a slender blue robot with what looked like a cassette-player for a chest and a glassy red visor which covered the top half his face. His head tilted in silent acknowledgement at the attention.

"Chance of escape without Autobot assistance: less than 10%. Current most useful assets: Autobot Wheeljack, Autobot Ratchet, Optimus Prime. Suggested course of action: temporary armistice."

"C'mon, do we have to?" Maddie shifted her line of sight and raised an eyebrow. Another robot- jarringly identical to Starscream save for the minor differences in colour-scheme- was pouting petulantly, sharp-tipped wings drooping behind him. "I mean, we can't just frag them up even a little bit?"

Maddie watched as Soundwave's head immediately whipped around to stare at the other bot with a cold, irritated look. "Skywarp: use of destructive force unadvised. Suggested course of action: co-operation."

Skywarp only sighed and rolled his eyes, not bothering to give a response. Instead, Starscream took the opportunity to inject with a baleful scoff of his own. "Working with the Autobots?" he grit out incredulously. "Are you insane? We could destroy them right now and end this blasted war but instead you want to work with them?!"

Soundwave inclined his head as if in acknowledgement but otherwise didn't move. His attention was now solely fixed on Megatron. The mechanoid in question suddenly looked murderously contemplative, his engine purring a low, dark note of agitation.

"Silence, Starscream," Megatron sneered absent-mindedly. "I am thinking."

Starscream quietened accordingly but looked anything but happy about it. Maddie might have imagined it, but she swore she head him mutter something that sounded suspiciously like: "Well, don't think too hard. You might blow a piston." It was only after what seemed like an endless moment of quiet thought that Megatron finally looked up.

"Prime," he growled, taking no notice of the indignant protests that came from Starscream. Prime gave an imperceptive nod of the head, gazing steadily back with hard, blue eyes.

"Megatron."

Neither of the mechs seemed willing to move at first, gazes fixed on each other in some kind of intense stare-down. Then very slowly, the first began to advance, sharp eyes tracing the stiffened forms of the wary crowd as he strode to the centre of the clearing and stood there, strong and proud.

"Consider this... a temporary peace offering. No tricks." Without knowing why, Maddie was pleasantly surprised when he simply pursed his lips into a hateful scowl. Looking positively homicidal, Megatron extended a long, clawed hand in grudging capitulation.

The 'Prime' robot studied the hand that had been outstretched towards him and then shifted his gaze to his adversary's face. For a long silent second, burning scarlet stared into wary royal blue; the two colours clashed in a staring contest that seemed to portray everything that they wanted the other to know in only a single look. Then, cautious but accepting, Prime took the other's hand and shook it firmly.

"As you wish, Megatron."

The unwilling audience let out the breath that they had been holding as the tension finally snapped. Even from here, Maddie could see how the arms of the two leaders bulged beneath their own grips and winced when she saw the way that Megatron's claws dug beneath Optimus' metal wires. It must have been a painful, but neither of the two flinched, maintaining steady eye-contact even as they let go of one another.

It was then, that Maddie's mind- which had been too distracted by giant robots to notice- seemed to finally catch up with her.

The screams and explosions from before, the weapons, the dents and wounds, the opposing symbols on their chests, the way they glared at each other. It was all starting to come together now- the one stupid, oh-so-obvious thing that she had missed from the very start. Maddie felt a horrified hand come up to cover her mouth in growing understanding as she stared from one battered side to the other.

We could destroy them right now and end this blasted war.

The words that Starscream had spit out so violently only minutes before, ricocheted in her brain like bullets.

Destroy them. War.

She wanted to be sick.

"Wheeljack, do you think that you and Shockwave would to be able to-"

Everything was starting to make sense. Before, she had been confused and petrified by the constant underlying hostility in the air, befuddled by the sense of danger she got from just looking at the robots. Now though, it was all starting to come together.

"...I'm not sure, Optimus. I've never heard of something like this ever happening before..."

They were at war. They were giant alien robots with huge weapons, that could kill her with a flick of their wrists and they were at war. Her life was quite literally in the palm of their hands and if they were soldiers then- well, she didn't really want to think about it all that much. Because that meant that she had very suddenly found herself sandwiched in between to warring sides of a conflict that she definitely didn't want anything to do with. Dream or not, that was pretty terrifying.

Almost faintly, she could hear Wheeljack chattering above her but found that she couldn't concentrate on the words. She had long since collapsed, legs folded beneath her with her arms clutching to those warm, giant fingers for grounding. The agonising buzzing of her cranium was going to drive her insane.

Then something Wheeljack had started to say caught her attention, and she felt that she couldn't even bring herself to cry anymore; the air had been knocked from her lungs.

"...besides," Wheeljack sounded almost proud, his fins flashing brightly, "I found something you might find interesting." At those words, Maddie felt her blood turn to ice. She nearly groaned when she felt the oh-so-familiar feeling of inexplicable dread settle in her stomach. Please, she thought with growing panic, please, please, please don't tell me he's going to-

In one smooth movement, the inventor tilted his arm just so that Maddie, tiny and hunched, tumbled out from between his fingers with a squeak. Wheeljack held up his hand for all to see, pointed at the terrified human sprawled out across his palm and exclaimed all-too complacently: "See?"

For a long, long moment, there was a tense, dumbstruck silence. Then:

"What, in the ever-loving frag, is that?"

"Wheeljack, put it down, for Primus' sake!"

"Ugh, how utterly repulsive-"

"Everyone, just calm down-"

Pain erupted in Maddie's mind. It was so sudden, so raucous and agonising that she nearly gave a shout and her hands became desperate clamps over her ears as if to block out the rising clamour of noise and torment. Oblivious, the robots around her seemed to swell in their agitation.

She didn't know what made her do it. Maybe it was the steady pressure building in her stomach, or the burning pain behind her eyes as the noise became dangerously oppressive. Or maybe it was the nauseating fear that shot through her veins like acid as the uproar rained down around her. She didn't really have enough time to reconsider before she was standing shakily.

"Stop!"

The blistering pain in her temples suddenly vanished. The silence that followed her fearful, unsteady shout was so sudden that it was nearly deafening and Maddie watched with immediate regret as every single robot in the vicinity stopped mid-motion and turned to stare at her, surprise written across their metal faces.

Maddie, suddenly dizzy from the attention, flinched backwards. Her head spun with mental whiplash and she found that her mouth was moving again, words tumbling out from between her lips in a fearful, tired plea.

"J-Just, please just stop," she pleaded into the silence.

The utter shock and confusion that flashed across the throng of metal faces probably would have been amusing had the situation been any less terrifying. Wide electric-blue and sanguine-red blinked down at her from every direction and Maddie, at a complete loss for words, blinked dumbly back.

"Well, then." She glanced up shakily. Wheeljack didn't seem at all surprised by her outburst. His pink fins flickered to neon as he glanced from her to the others and back again. Then he smiled a bright, impervious smile. "That definitely wasn't what I expected."

And so it begins...

Holy crap, that is literally the longest chapter I have ever written for anything! I'm kinda glad that's done now, though. I got really stuck on that for some reason... -_- Oh, and just saying, yes I am aware that they are 'mechs', not 'robots', and that it's 'optics' not 'eye-lights', but Maddie has no idea right now so those are the words I used for the chapter.

Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this first chapter of what I hope will be a good story. If you want, please feel free to give your opinion and let me know what you think of it so far :) I really do love getting advice!

Thank you very much for reading! :D

SkyriseN, out! X