You were a close friend of the Burns family, and also one of the few people who knew of the Rescue Bots' true identities— transforming alien robots from a faraway planet called Cybertron. You got along with the team pretty well, and even helped out with a few missions in your spare time. Most of that spare time, however, was spent hanging out with the Rescue Bots themselves. Out of all of the disguised cybertronians, you had to admit that you liked Chase the best.

—What am I saying? You loved him! Hell, you were smitten! It hurt you just to think about him, let alone talk about him or attempt to hold up a conversation. You loved his stern but understanding voice, and his imposing but comforting figure. He made you feel hot and cold and miserable but ecstatic all at once. You were in deep!

One of the few ways you could cope with having a massive crush on a robot alien was journaling. Normally, your diary was tucked away in your tote bag, but you'd foolishly left it in plain sight, on a table in the bunker, unattended for, as you helped Cody test a new communication program upstairs.

Unfortunately for you, Kade had come across said diary, and, being the nosy asshole he is, read through the entire thing. Moments later, you entered the room, only to see Kade smugly leaning against a pillar, Chase to his left.

"I'm telling you, Chase, they're down bad for you!"