You were supposed to die, that day in the crash. When your whole world came crashing down. When your parents and family died. But somehow you survived...or did you...You aren't sure if your alive or not anymore but you know that something is keeping you alive, something inside you wants you to keep fighting, to survive, to not let it all end...You aren't sure why you are how you are but you can hear voices speaking to you in your head and its always been loud....very loud and everything is just very overwhelming all of the time...and then you met the Dino bots and for some reason they took you in and treated you like their own for some reason and then they brought you to the Scrap Yard though Cade wasn't happy that the Dino bots brought you to the Junk Yard but there was very little he could do about it with everything that has been going on like Tessa left for collage with Shane, Optimus was missing and possibly floating through space. Everything was changing, the government was hunting the Autobots down, the world was sucky as ever too. Your home was gone, replaced with an ugly replacement. But you weren’t alone, not entirely at least. The sun was scorching with heat in the badlands of South Dakota, where you were forced to be living. Old cars lined the deserted area, covered in scratches and dents from what would be assumed to be the Dinobots. Cade was in the main workshop, teaching Jimmy about Bumblebee’s mechanics since he was the only bot willing. Drift was practicing his balance atop one of the old cars, while Crosshairs meticulously cleaned his turbo guns. The Dinobots lounged around like overgrown house cats, which they were by this point but you couldn't blame them. Hound hovered near by the main workshop with Mohawk and Wheelie, simply to poke fun at Bumblebee while he played medical cadaver. And then there was you. You sat with the Dino Bots watching everything while Grimlock was curled around you a bit keeping you out of the sun and the brutal heat.

“Come on Jimmy, You gotta learn about the bots.” Cade swatted at Jimmy's arm lightly while Jimmy awkwardly tried poking at Bumblebee’s face which earned a series of jumbled radio messages.

“Hands off the merchandise man!” He countered, the empty voice-box crackling as the radio tuned into different stations to sell his point across.