Why am I in Transformers Prime?

Nightmares

My dream began on Merci, at first. I don’t know some of my dreams were bring me back here and it is so strange to me. It began with Soundwave running after a pack of Hyegon’s with me in his right servo. I did look pretty scared with huge, google-ey eyes! Never underestimate the size of your eyes that help observe and display your feelings. Soundwave trips over a large object then he is sent flying into another room then hit the wall which probably knocked him out.

That pretty fast crash did allow him to let me go before the wall greeted him.

“Wow.” I got up, feeling dizzy and sick at once. “We got a—a-a Decepticon who likes speeding.”

I walk over (more like dizzied over) to Soundwave.

“Hey Squidface, you should install some camera lights into your chest.” I note.

I heard collected growls from behind. Chills went up my skin. My feet became stuck to the floor. One of them is on top of Soundwave while showing its mighty sharp fangs. This dream is a nightmare for sure. I cleared my throat reminding myself it’s only a dream. It’s not happening but the fear from this event had returned.

“Stay away from him!” I yell at it. “If I ‘hadda shoe ya wouldn’t stand a chance against mesah!’

The Hyegon growls.

“If you want him online, then follow us.” Oh, that’s Coje’s voice. He’s dead ya know in real life.

“Ar—r-r-are ya stupid?” I ask. Yes. I did ask that question to a evolving horrid inhabitant. 

“No.” Coje said.

“Then you are stupid-face.” I said, shaking my head.  “Too stupid. Lemme tell ya something about capturing humans: don’t make them scream.”

“Why?” Coje asks.

“Your eardrums will break into pieces.” I tell him.

One Hyegon lowers itself down to Soundwave’s arm, and so did a few others.

“I am not kidding, human.” Coje said, sharply.

I cheered.

“Yay!” I sang doing fist pumps. “You called me huuummaaaaan!”

“This isn’t a time to celebrate.” Coje rudely said.

“You are an idiot.” I repeated myself. “Yer’ll see why. Fine, I’ll come—but don’t say I told ya so.”

Then my dream change locations. It began in somewhere dark and resembled a torture chamber. It seemed fit for a cybertronian who took pride being surrounded by creepy scenery. A tall dark creepy looking figure came towards this chamber with a red cybertronian complaining about his paintjob—wait that’s Knock Out!

“My paintjob!” Knock Out whines as his armor scrapped against a sharp object. “You will pay—no no don’t put me up there!”

 The figure puts him into one of those hanging upside down by your leg things.

“Where is she?” The figure asks, with one of his hands showing a chainsaw.

Oh sh—I recognize that chainsaw! He’s Lockdown!

“I don’t know.” Knock Out’s optics wince.

Lockdown took a sharp object out from a table.