Pretty car
Having a car in this economy is considered more of a luxury then a necessity now - with how expensive it is to purchase alone quickly changed your mind on acquiring one. Not that you lived in poverty as you had enough money to pay rent, pay internet, pay for food and even afford your little hobby of building model kits of robots, you still thought that the car was to much. Not that you needed it to begin with. The town you lived in, a city in the middle of nowhere, was small enough that every thing was in walking distance or a bus ride away, so you really did not need a huge expensive equipment that you would have spend even more money on fulling and fixing.
But it did not stopped you from admiring them. Time to time a rich fuck would drive though streets in their expensive sports car, catching attention of every one with their flashy paint or loud engine, before speeding away. And even better is when an old car would be repurposed, turning an old metal in to a new always fascinated. Especialy when some moron managed to find an old car like Volvo P1800, 1958 Bulck Century or Dolores, a rare car of it self so when it is bright and colorfull it makes you awe in amusement. You always wished you could hitch a ride in one of those beautiful cars but can only dream about it. And your friends knew about it. One night you got a message from your friend about coming somewhere urgently, you tried to deny, saying that it was late at night and you really wished to stay home and get some rest but they insisted and you being a human pleaser, buckled under the preasure and left your warm house in to the cold night chill, biting at your exposed skin and you pulled jacket over your body to try and keep your self warm. Walking through night streets of your little city, you did not felt in any danger as it was a quite small town and the only crime that was out of control was teenagers who mostly broke glasses or illegal races held by visitors from other cities, gathered here because of how empty streets were during night. And you local police could do nothing about it – mostly because of the budget cuts and what can an old car can do to catch up to the one specifically modified for speed. Walking towards the spot, your eyes grew wide as you saw what the spot was.
It was a race – a lot of colorfull cars were gathered around, with some having hoods up and others were just gathering onlookers because of their colorfull paint and powerful purr of the engine, itching to speed though the streets for a battle of wits. Your friends was right there, smiling at you and waving over, boasting about being the one who hosted the race and finally decided to invite you over, knowing well that you wont snitch on them, not that you would as you now felt a bit uneasy surrounded by drivers and other people who were propably best not to upset. So with that you started walking around the cars, eyeing every detail of the car with wonder until one specific car caught your attention completely.
Constantly fixing Starscream would make anyone angry and tiered, it was the 10th time that the grey seeker ended up in medbay because of his another scheme to usurper Megatron, with him ending beaten up to almost offline. Putting equipment down, Knockout let a heavy sigh as seeker finally climbed down, his wings down and having no remarks today. This time the beating was to much even for him and he propably decided to just simmer down and headed to his quarters, not saying anything...
“Yeah, YOUR WELCOME” screaming after second in command, Medcon let an angry grumble, putting his clawed hand on his hip. This day was not going well – Breakdown was sent to one of the mining sites to keep an eye on vechicons after another of autobots attacks and them successfully getting energon, with a lot of vechicon’ casualty. The once he had to fix all by him self and only now he managed to get some rest. Piking a tablet up, he hoped that maybe one of the flesh-bags managed to held a race so that he can let all his frustration out n a race, speeding through city or desolate roads, taking over other cars and making them bite his dust. Luckily it seemed like there is one, not to far and will be starting any second. Using the same datapad, he opened the ground bridge, making sure to be carful even if it seemed like Soundwave did not see it, the medick knew well then to mess with quite con, who seemingly let him do what ever he wanted without issue, as long as it did not harmed Megatron plane. Walking though the ground bridge, his shoulder pads visibly dropped as cold air hit his frame, already feeling a bit free from all the responsibilities that were tied to him as the only medic for Decepticons. Switching to his alt mode, he sped though the empty road, imidealty finding the spot and taking his right full spot at the front, ready to be basked in attention. Yet it seemed like it was not his day, as all the fleshy organics seemed to want to take pictures with old models then him, hurting his ego. How dare they, can they not see how hard he worked on his polish – it’s very hard to do it by your self, especialy the back when Breakdown was on other duty. Letting his engine grumble with anger, letting him simmer and just want to start the race and show them all!
“Oh wow... what a beaut!”
Shifting his side mirrors, Knockout stifled him self, even if he was already was till, observing a small female human walking around him, keeping their distance, just observing. It was nice to see some kind of respect as humans usually wanted to touch him with their little grabby hand, smothering what ever was on their body all over his finish, yet this one did not. Finally some respect after a long day. Revving his engine a bit, making the small organick jump a bit from sudden noise, their eyes growing wide and head cocking just a bit, staring at him with awe.
“That’s sound like strong... wow” strong? HA! You have no idea how powerful his engine is and ready to prove it. They smiled a bit, shinning their pearly whites at him, kneeling down and just stared at his designs on the doorframe, coking their head again. To be fare this little organick also had their own designs on their fleshy servos – some flowers and snakes, wrapped around the arms and their hair was of wild purple colour, something that Knockout strated to notise that humans seemed to enjoy painting their hair bright colours. For just a moment he wondered how his colour would look on them, shifting his tiers on the asphalt when a race was announce, giving other onlookers soe time to get out of the way “Good luck” right, like he needs luck – he has skill unlike those fleshies. The little human left quickly, joining the humans on side walk and with other cars revving, Knockout revved louder, making them jump and he chuckled quietly. With green light from organizer, all the cars shot off, tiers screeching on asphalt before gaining friction and the race begun. Speeding through narrow city streets, able to feel air dash by him, con masterfully swerved in between cars, able to hear some humans scream profanities at him. Like they ever had a wining chance against him...
You watched with bated breath as red car sped off, it’s engine revving loudly and disappearing behind the turn, masterfully drifting through sharp corner and now all you had to do is wait to see who will win. From the looks of it - it was a fast car and maybe he will win, yet you did not hope to much on it. Your friend kept bubbling about how Newby won’t be able to win as all the other cars were champions in that area and had quite a good engines to prove it. You just decided to watch, shivering time to time from cold.... surprisingly it did not take to long for a sound of engine to rev though the nigh and a very familiar crimson shape appeared on horizon, blinding every one with light and passing through the finish line. You let a yelp of happiness, clapping your hands seeing that “newby won”, cheering on.
Speeding away, Knockout kept looking back, seeing little organick cheer him on.... today, somehow, just a smallest attention even from organick seemed significant to him, like a pleasant word in a horrible day. Maybe he can visit this town again?
So any time now he had a bad day, Knockout started frequenting the small town, to win race and even managing to get glimpses of the small human, their hair seemed to change every other full moon, hell he even manged to see them with red hair, noting how good it looked, wishing that they kept the colour, yet it seemed like purple was yours to go to, spotting it most of times. It was very pleasant sensation to see them cheer for him during races and even more when ever they were near, constantly complimenting his finish, seeing how well it was maintained. Finally after months of seeing them he decided that surely one ride won’t hurt. Just like any other night when ever he visited, the small one was right there, now among the crowed of other new fans that he was not too fond of, as they all flocked to him after his continues victory on the road. Revving his engine as a warning, he screeched forward just a bit, scaring the crowed enough for them to dispel, which almost send you away, but he managed to call out. Thanks to his tinted windows, the small human won’t see that there was no human body that the voice coming from, yet if he were to lower it down just a bit, creating a small crack, he can give an illusion of human who was talking.
“So, what’s your name pretty one?” driving just a bit closer and sort of blocking their way, knockout called out to your, your little eyes growing wide from sudden interaction, little fleshy opticks darting around a bit before narrowing on him again “So? What’s my fan’s name is?”
“Me?” you pointed at your self, questioning him with such disbelieve that he spoke to you “I.. uh, hi?”
“Shy one, are we?” Knockout chuckled a bit, shifting tiers on the asphalt. They clearly looked uncomfortable, eyes darting, hand grabing their own skin in a feeble attempt to control their emotions and try to look calm “So what is your name?”
“Y/N... what is yours?”
“Knockout” makes sense that drivers would use pseudonyms to avoid getting arrested after the race. Shifting a bit and trying not to start something you don’t want, you just stare at the crack in the window, hoping, no, praying that you did not accidently offended him or getting in to some kind of trouble, after all you are a woman and this world is to dangerous. Though you heard that traffickers are not to kin on those who are standing out – people with tattoo, bright hair and piercing are easy to identify after all, so you should be safe, yet you still were on your guard. And right now you gave your real name to a racer who is 100 percent in trouble with local police... Will you get arrested just for visiting such activities? “Earth to Y/n? Hello?”
His voice was smooth, that you can admit, almost angelic, or like a sirens call, beckoning you to actually get close, but you were better then this, unlike any other women. They would swoon over immideatly, seeing the money and hearing such voice, you just wanted to be left alone. Your life as a single person was perfect and you did not wanted to change it at all. So you really were on guard.
“Hi.. uh, sorry, I need to go! The race is about to start” and you trotted off, quickly making way to the safe spot as race was announced. Chuckling a bit, Knockout got him self ready for a race as well. Maybe he can extend this in to a game? After all some day are really REALLY borring...
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