Natsuo: *At work, gets a call from shouto* everything ok?
Shouto: we don’t know how to play the board game
Natsuo: … you read the instructions
Shouto: yeah we tried that but I think niichan and I are equally uneducated in the social normality of these so while I was trying to read the booklet he ate about five of the pieces in protest. when I noticed, I tried to take the box away so he ate the instructions too as a final act of defiance. Now I don’t even know how to put the board back correctly.
alright....i'm a little frightened. I haven't written a fanscript before, and it's leaning a little bit towards the fanfic side with it's paragraphing but otherwise seems okay! hope you enjoy.
sidenote: i edited a few things while taking photos of the draft so if something looks weird then ignore it lol.
especially ignore the fact that cul-de-sac is spelt weird, it wouldn't let me write it normally without capitalizing it. AND it's kind of cheeks but bear with me.
Foreword: - Well, friends, it's been a long time comin'. I'd been writing this fan script for years, and have been battling this and the previous infernal laptop in trying to somehow get a link to work for the past year or so. And finally, I've figured it out. To give you a reference, I finished it around Rise of The Beasts. But hopefully it all works now.
A little background on this project, up until recently, Bee'18 had been my favourite movie of all time. It brought me so much joy and hope. It showed us that these movies can be good, charming, and genuine. I felt the love letter to the fans in its DNA, and it inspired me. Here laid proof that these movies can be more than blockbuster slop, full of college dudebro humour, racist caricatures, pro-USmilitary propaganda, and perverse male fantasies. Here stood a movie with a heart, genuine, made by someone who genuinely loved this franchise as much as we did. Someone who didn't mock the audience, the source material, and spat in our faces. Here stood before me a movie that wasn't just good on a critical level, but on a moral one too. I loved it. So much so that I decided to write a fan sequel to it. Dethroned only by Transformers One.
And it turns out I really like writing screenplays, huh, who knew, it's technically my first one, so it's a tad crude, no doubt. But it's made with 100% genuine love. And now that I know how to actually share these, I'm definitely going to make more.
Above this foreword is the link to the full script on Imgur. I truly hope you enjoy, and feel the love through your screen the same way I did with Bee'18. And please, please, please, let me know what you think - comments are what we fanfic writers live for. Let me know what you thought, I'd love to see what you have to say, both new and old fans. I'd love to have some fun conversations in the comments. Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day :)
Logline: - Cybertron has fallen. The Decepticons have won. The Autobot forces have been scattered across the stars. However, Bumblebee has managed to establish a fallback base on Earth. Now, it is up to him, Optimus Prime, and their band of Autobot refugees to reunite the shattered Autobot forces and take back their homeworld. That is, if they survive the Decepticons that followed them first.
In short; The Autobots wage their battles to destroy the evil forces of The Decepticons!
Late to the trend and can’t promise I’ll keep up to date on this, but I figured this year I could give @strawbeaniie ‘s f/obruary a shot! I’m working on a Binary System Valentine’s oneshot as well, so who knows which will come out on top. But, here in the now, we have an oldie but a goodie, Rudy’s first night at Fenwood Boarding House.
Day 1: Matchmaker
WES: What is taking them so long? They should be back by now.
RIKKI: I mean, Rudy just got here, like, twenty minutes ago. Very real chance he’s lost.
WES: That doesn’t explain Abbie and Lily. They know the house, there’s no reason they should still be up there.
RIKKI: I don’t know, Wes. It’s dark in here, anyone could get turned around. Except maybe you.
WES: What do you mean?
RIKKI: It’s just… you always seem to know where everything is. Like, to an almost disturbing degree.
WES: (agitated) I do work here, Rikki. Of course I know where everything is.
RIKKI: (hands up) Yeah, yeah, no, you’re right. (beat, sigh) They really have been gone too long. I should probably check on them.
WES: I can do it.
RIKKI: Wes, I’m not sending a kid up there to go walking around in a tornado. I can handle it.
WES: But you don’t know the layout like I do. And they took the flashlight, I know the place better than you, I’ll have a better chance of finding them in the dark.
DOT: Maybe I can go looking.
RIKKI: Dottie. No. Just… no.
DOT: What? I can use my crutches like those blind people sticks. I can just go around til I smack someone in the ankle.
WES: Okay, look. I’m going. Rikki, you stay with Dottie. I’ll be right back.
DOT: (spooky) That’s what they all say.
RIKKI: …fine. Just be careful, okay?
WES: I will.
WES ASCENDS THE STAIRS, LEAVING DOT AND RIKKI SITTING IN AWKWARD SILENCE.
DOT: (leading) So… that Rudy, huh?
RIKKI: Uh, yeah, he seems pretty cool.
DOT: Does he now?
RIKKI: Yeah, he has a good vibe to him. And at least so far, he’s fun to talk to. Don’t meet a lot of people like him. He’s… interesting.
DOT: Oh, I can tell you’re very interested, alright.
RIKKI: (catching on) Would you settle down? I just met the man, and he’s like my age and a half.
DOT: Wouldn’t have stopped me at your age.
RIKKI: That’s not the endorsement you seem to think it is.
DOT: Y’know, I can always say I overbooked and move him into your room instead-
RIKKI: Okay, no, we aren’t doing this, I am actively refusing to do this. The guy is cool, that’s all I’m saying. He’s smart and funny, and I like him. (seeing Dot’s grin) Just- not like that!
DOT: Sure you don’t. Well, offer still stands. It’s an old house, and this is a real nasty storm. Your room could wind up with water damage or some such bullshit and I’d have no choice but to put you up with someone else.
RIKKI: Don’t you have a radio to fix? How about we focus on that instead of my love life.
DOT: Hey, I never said anything about love-
RIKKI: (snapping) Just drop it, would you?!
DOT: Woah, okay, okay, I’m dropping it. Sheesh. (beat) We’ll never find you a husband at this rate.
Sonic: Ok, SonadowForever asks... Oh boy we're really gonna answer this... with the username? Alright ... Shadow why are you - hehe - aha, sorry, it says, Shadow why are you so gay? Haha... Well that's presumptuous heh that's a BOLD question. You can't (snorts) Hahaha oh my Chaos, SonadowForever, you can't just ask people why they're gay!
Shadow: Because Sonic is very handsome.
Sonic: Haha what, excuse me Shadow... Pfffft what???
Amy Rose: So... You are gay then? If you don't mind me asking.
Shadow: Yes.
Sonic: (snort) HAHAHEHEHE --- (high-pitched) LGBT for the win?!
Shadow: For Sonic.
Sonic: Ah haha whoa there haha... Wait, are you... You weren't joking before? What does that even mean?
Sonic: Shadow? Just gonna... Leave that hanging there? .... uh... ok.
Sonic: Since we're sharing heh... I'm Bisexual. Not too picky, I go where the wind takes me... Yeah...
Sonic [barely audible]: (((Right now it's taking me toward Shadow... Hi there~)))
Shadow [barely audible]: (((...Sonic?)))
Amy Rose: I prefer boys but I like to keep an open mind. For the possibilities. Your soulmate is your soulmate.
Knuckles: Yeah uh... I dunno never really thought about it. Whoever catches my eye, but I'm usually too busy keeping an eye on the Master Emerald. There is a special lady who’s been on my mind though...
Amy Rose: Ooh I think I know who...
Tails: Me too, hehe.
Knuckles: No you don't!
Tails: I’m not really interested in romance yet, if it happens. I'm focused on inventing and helping the team.
Eggman: Ah.. I'm straight.. I think. But not really looking to date right now. Feel a little awkward after all of that...
Amy Rose: Oh don't feel awkward! Everyone is valid. As long as you don't make others feel bad about themselves.
Knuckles: Is it me or did Sonic get really quiet?
Amy Rose: Yeah what is he - ah.. haha oh. Knuckles cover Tails’ eyes, quickly!
Tails: Huh?!
Sonic: Oh this thing was still going? Haha... woops.
Shadow: In regards to the answer Knuckles gave... Do I need to get the shovel ready? I'm not her father but... Close enough.
Sonic: It's shovel TALK, Shadow. It's an expression. No actual shovels are involved.
Shadow: Not if I have anything to say about it.
Sonic: Well anyway! Thanks for the question... SonadowForever... really eye opening... heheh.
Sonic [barely audible]: (((What if, heh, you couldn't say anything, eh, Shadow?)))
Amy Rose: Oh brother, does anyone have a spray bottle?
Eggman: Here you go. I don't need to see that again.
A season that started with high hopes is already falling apart.
Three managers. Zero wins. A locker room that won’t hold together.
Rebecca Welton has made a lot of bold choices in her time. But this one?
This one might be the riskiest yet.
Because when the flight lands at Heathrow, it’s not just about who’s coming back.
It’s about who’s arriving for the first time.
And Richmond? Richmond isn’t ready.
It all starts here.
FADE IN:
INT. HEATHROW AIRPORT - TERMINAL 5 - DAY
The usual business traveler chaos. SUITS and BRIEFCASES move in practiced patterns through the arrivals hall. Suddenly, the ordered flow breaks—
QUICK CUTS of travelers stepping aside, briefcases jerking away, coffee cups teetering.
LOW ANGLE on a pair of UNTIED RED CONVERSE, moving with controlled chaos through the crowd. They stop, start, weave—a dance all their own.
TRACK WITH the shoes to reveal an oversized BACKPACK bouncing above them. Patches and pins flutter: a small ARGENTINE FLAG, a worn MARADONA sticker, a plush FOOTBALL dangling from the zipper. The bag's too big for its unseen owner.
TILT DOWN to the Converse again as they pick up speed—
BAM! They screech to a halt in front of polished SECURITY BOOTS.
ANGLE ON the SECURITY GUARD (50s), looking down at someone we still can't see.
SECURITY GUARD
No running in the terminal.
(beat)
Where are your parents?
The sound of CLICKING HEELS approaches rapidly. KEELEY JONES hurries into frame, slightly out of breath but perfectly put together.
KEELEY
So sorry! Bloody London traffic.
(to the guard)
It's alright, I'm from Richmond AFC.
We've got it sorted.
She looks down at our mystery arrival, her face softening.
KEELEY (CONT'D)
How was your flight, love?
Richmond AFC has seen its share of surprises.
This one’s just getting started.
📖 Read the full script here
🔹 No spoilers. Let’s see who figures it out first.
