out of control | transformers [original]

"My mom's gonna kill me, probably." Mikayla started, staring at her room- which was covered in complete chaos. Held in her hand was a simple black backpack, filled with the basic necessities for life on the run.

But seriously, her room was a mess. She had gone through every drawer to find what would be the bare minimum for whatever the hell they were about to do.

The doubts lingered over her as she begrudgingly started to pick up the tornado. What if it didn't work, or this was all just some elaborate prank? If it really was some kind of sick joke, she was going to have a few words with whoever deleted her fanfiction. Words that included many profanities.

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Emerson stared at the clock for what felt like the seventh time that day. The package was late.

The glasses were quickly shipped her way, in less than twenty-four hour shipping- mostly because they lived only two hours from each other, and Sam was eager to get the twenty dollars. Yeah he really needed to learn how to prioritize- but she wasn't going to complain.

Maybe she was just being impatient, but they were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. And in that twenty minutes, she'd already packed a bag.

She and Mikayla had conversed the previous night about their game plan. Become friends with the autobots, bribe the US government into being a part of NEST, and try to prevent the world from ending. Sounded like fun.

Their plan was definitely going to be a lot harder than that, but it would be okay.. hopefully.

Lost in her thoughts, she was startled back to reality when the doorbell rang. A grin appeared on her face as she bounded to the front door.

Throwing it open to see who it was, she wasn't surprised to see a teen around her age with a small package in his hand.

"Sign here please." he started with a small smile, holding out a small clipboard. It was then she remembered about COVID-19.. and she was extremely confused.

Signing for the package quickly, she spoke up, "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know todays' date, would you?"

He looked at her with a quick nod, "It's June 5th."

She looked sheepishly behind him before saying, "I actually meant the year.."

The girl didn't catch his expression as her breath caught in her throat. There, behind him, was someone she wasn't shocked to see, but it still sent chills up her spine.

Emerson almost didn't hear the boy respond, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest.

"It's 2007, miss. Have a nice day."

Slowly she watched the teen awkwardly climb back into his truck before driving away, not even batting an eye at the police car parked out front. She pursed her lips, noticing the package in her hand- she must have grabbed it unconsciously.

Backing into her house, she shut the door and locked it quickly, running to her room where her bag and phone resided. Quickly pressing the dial, she called Mikayla- now aware that the bot outside could be listening.

"Hey what's up-"

"Barricade is right outside my house and I have the glasses. Fifty percent sure he's hacking into our call right now." Tearing the cardboard box open with the help of the scissors besides her, she reached inside to grab the smaller black case.

"Oh." she paused, "Oh you're screwed."

She glared at the phone as if it could somehow transmit her gaze from hundreds of miles away. The girl clutched the case tightly in her grasp, first making sure that the object of interest was safely tucked inside. Slinging her pack over her shoulder, she made sure everything she needed was inside- because she was sure that if she ever did come back, it would look like the girl had never existed.