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I groaned and rolled over onto my side. Too early for me to mentally exist right now.
"Five more minutes," I whined, covering my face. Wait a second.
Wait a goddamn second.
Why is my bed so hard?
"Now is not the time for rest, miss."
I stiffened. I know that voice. I slowly peeked through my hand and saw a man standing over me, wearing a familiar outfit.
He had on a black domino mask, the weird mask that only covers the area around your eyes, and his eyes were fully white for some reason. His hair was brown, and looked fluffy. I felt the urge to reach out and pat his head to feel how fluffy it is, but I have more self control than that... most of the time...
A dark red shirt with three yellow clasps going down the front, and a big R on his left pectoral. A black cape that hung down to his knees was draped around his shoulders. Long black gloves that went from shoulder to fingers on his arms. He also wore black sweatpants, and armored boots.
"Hello there," I said instinctively.
I silently cursed at myself. Now is not time to quote Star Wars.
He raised an eyebrow at my nonchalant greeting. Then he looked up. I followed his gaze to a gorgeous woman kneeling on my other side.
She was blonde, with a white lab coat, and a black undershirt. Her blue eyes shimmered behind the thick glasses she had on. She wore maroon shorts, and knee-high armored boots. She was also holding some sort of iPad looking thing.
"My scans can't make heads or tails of her," Mercy, a.k.a. Angela Ziegler, stated, clearly talking to Robin, A.K.A. Dick Grayson. "The metal content in her skin is off the scales and disrupting my scanners so they can't go deeper."
"I feel like that's bad," I said, perfectly calm.
I am perfectly calm. I swear it. I am not freaking out about currently laying on the ground between two badass fictional characters. Nuh uh. No way.
...why were my emotions so much more muted than normal? I haven't taken my daily Adderall medication, my emotions should be all over the place like they usually are.
"Well, not bad per say," Mercy corrected. "Just... rather strange."
"This entire situation is strange for me," I said, blunt. "I went to sleep in my bed, and now I'm here. Wherever here even is."
I sat up, looking around. It looked... um...
Shit.
This looks kinda like what the undercity of Taris looked like, from that old Knights of the Old Republic game. But... worse.
"Where are we?" I asked, abruptly nervous.
"The undercity of Coruscaunt," Robin replied. "Another planet that has nothing to do with Earth, as far as we can tell."
"Well..." I swallowed. "Shit."
Mercy and Robin both nodded in agreement.
My Give a Fuck meter was now firmly locked to off.
"Same thing happened to you two?" I asked. "Just go to bed and wake up here?"
"Portal," Robin said, raising his hand up about halfway. "Woke up as it was transferring me here."
"I was asleep," Mercy said, abruptly looking rather embarrassed.
"And she kicked me when she woke up," Robin stated as he raised an eyebrow.
"I told you it was an accident! I'm from a world where we had to fight through a robot uprising! We need to be ready to fight at all times!"
I looked between them as they argued. It wasn't real arguing, more like playing. Like me messing with my brother.
While they were "arguing," I looked myself over.
I was wearing a black leather jacket, and a red crop top, showing my muscular, scarred belly. A dark violet skirt rested around my hips, with tight black shorts underneath that went down to my knees. I also had on knee-high black-white striped socks, and red, shin-covering armored boots.
Why do some of those scars look like bullet wounds? I've never been shot before.
I ran my hands over my scarred belly.
And why do I have a six pack? I wasn't exactly fat before, but I didn’t have such prominent muscles before.
Some of the scars were long and thin, like they were scratches, or blades.
The "bullet scars" had a shiny scarring around it that reminded me of burn scars, like the one I had on my hand from when I slipped on a rag and grabbed the stove... with my pizza on top. Really bad burns. But those scars, the ones on my hand I mean, were gone.
...I kept my boobs, though. The back pain is... well... a pain. But hey, my girls catch attention.
...why isn't my back aching, though? My back always aches...
In short, I was hot.
I reflexively grabbed at one of my jacket pockets. I pulled out my phone, and breathed a sigh of relief.
It was an older model, but it worked well.
I paused.
I lifted the phone to look at my reflection.
Glowing violet eyes met my gaze. Glowing eyes with an ominous, freaky glow... which I recognized.
From a certain animated Transformers show.
...
"Guys?" I asked, interrupting their playful argument. I looked up at them, swallowing. "Are... um... are my eyes glowing purple?"
"Yeah, why?" Robin looked confused.
"No... No reason," I giggled nervously. "Just... um..."
I lifted my hand and focused. And, like I had worried about, my hand shifted, and transformed into a familiar, spike-like metal sword.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit..."
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I decided to stay with them. After I had my freakout.
Angela (she insisted) was really good at pulling people out of panic attacks. I kept protesting, trying to say I didn't have a panic attack, but she just looked at me sadly.
I followed them without thinking, focused on my body.
I had glowing purple eyes exactly like Megatron's from Transformers Prime.
I could transform my hand into his exact arm blade.
My teeth were sharp like his, but more like shark teeth than whatever he was trying to emulate.
I also transformed my arm into a FUSION CANNON of all things. Like from that War for Cybertron game.
Fusion cannons are heavy and cost a lot of energon, and only Megatron had a frame that could handle such a weapon's energon cost and recoil.
I am ☆Concern☆ right now.
Do I have Dark Energon in my veins!? Do I need to hide from people who want to take me apart!?
What if Starscream or Optimus or another mech shows up and decides to kill me!?
...
I think I'm gonna shift to Cybertronian terminology for now. I used to when I was younger, and I had always liked doing that.
I kept trying to open a hud, but I couldn't figure it out. Maybe I need to be in my root (robot) mode to open it?
I really didn't want to go into my root mode. Just in case I look like Megatron. Don't think I can handle that. But at the same time, I really wanna know how I look.
"By the way, what's your name?" Robin asked suddenly, startling me out of my thoughts.
I paused.
I wasn't going to use my original name. I didn't like it much anyways. Maybe...
"That a hard one? You don't have to give your real name," he said with a shrug.
I smiled, incidentally showing my razor sharp dentia. My violet optics glowed a little brighter.
"From now on... My name is Void."
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I wish this was longer, but it was fighting me a bit.