If you had known any better, you would have stayed far away from that cool looking semi truck. Your aunts boyfriend, Tyler, was a trucker. And recently he had just bought this fucking sick Semi truck after his last Semi Trucks engine gave out.

The new semi truck was blue, with reddish-orange flame designs on the side, and it was sparkly in a way. The inside was nice and clean compared to his last one.

One night, when you were at your aunts house, Tyler had come home, leaving the semi truck parked in the garage without cargo, tired and complaining that he would take it back to the lot the next day, when it was to get cleaned.

So, you had hurried out to the big garage-shed thing, and you were going to try to draw the truck. It….. wasn’t your fault that the Semi truck turned out to be a sentimental, full of life and weapons, robot. Or, for what you’d learn later, an Auto-bot.

You stood in shock and awe as the giant autobot seemed to have finally noticed your presence and froze, his blue optics trained on your young form. There almost wasn’t any sounds besides a slight whirring that seemed to come from the autobot, and the outside world, outside of the shed.

You turned to run and tell your aunt what you had just seen, but the auto-bot put one giant foot(?) down in front of the closed garage doors. The ground shook from the impact and reverberated up your legs and to your teeth.

You turned to look at him, and you were going to scream, but the autobot put one of its servos up to its mouth in a shushing motion, the other giant servo raised in a movement that was telling you to ‘calm down’. Who the hell would be calm during this?!

“Do not be afraid, human. Please, you must stay quiet.”

His voice was deep and calm, if it hadn’t been twinged with a note of urgency…