Transformers 2007 | Time for a Car

In a strange dark void, young human being, arms wrapped around his legs floating slowly in the space. Time did not exist nor did it alter space, it was more than that. As the war of cybertron begun he felt the planet's pain and the creations screaming in agony.

The boy then opened his eyes, it glowed a baby blue in the dark abyss. Time and space transforming into the world of Cybertron, it was in ruins— no it was worse from ruined. The world he grew up knowing was destroyed, he was confused on what happened but it seemed a energy signal showed right where a giant ship stood.

He took his first step. His legs stumbled, his lips quivering, he couldn't speak. He didn't even know how long it's been when he was stuck in the void. He struggled to take his steps, he continued to move his body forwardly.

.....

"WWWWAAAAHHH!!!"

The boy woke up out of his bed in pure fear, cold sweat dripping his looking at his alarm. He sighed gently, shutting the alarm off.

"Yin! Time to get ready for school!"

He heard his foster mother calling to him, he saw what time it was and he scurried out of bed. "I'm going to be late!"

A few minutes of getting ready, he brushed his hair putting on his bracelets on his wrist. He ran downstairs and was closed line by his own mothers, of course it was painful. He almost saw the reaper ready for him.

"..Ow..."

"Hmph! You let your guard down again!"

The mother who adopted him was a body builder, she was the first woman on earth who became a space traveler. Lucy Axel was her name.

"Mom I'm going to be late!" He said breathing in and out as he looked at his other mother, Maria Axel was the bookworm of the family and he inherited her intellectual mindset while gaining physical capabilities from Lucy.

"Now Lucy, today's the first day where he can finally go to school again." Maria said patting the poor boy's head.

Yin chuckled nervously, "I'm not a child mom, I can take care of myself. Besides I'll have Sari with me." He said nervously.

"You mean the geek who's corrupting my poor baby boy with his feminine charms?!" Lucy stated with a pout.

Yin chuckled before looking at the time, "Oh shoot, I'm going to be late!" He said bursting out through the front door. He hopped onto his bike and took off.

"I can't with that boy!" Lucy said chuckling.

....

At school at history class, Yin was sitting in the back with Mikaela on her left. He was extremely nervous for sitting next to the hottest girl in school, but fate was cruel to her for dating someone like Trent. A jock — no a jackass with a low education.

"Okay, Mr. Witwicky, you're up." The teacher called out Sam for it was his turned to present. He made his way to the front of the class. He the empty the bag he had of his great-great-grandfather.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." He said nervously. Yin looked over, at the corner of his eyes he saw Trent leaned over and whispered. "Watch."

"Okay." As Sam finished up unloading his bag he spoke for his presentation. "For my family..." Trent launched a rubber band at him, the whole class laughed except for him and Yin. Sam and Yin were like brothers from different families, he would always help him and he would do the same.

"Who did... Who did that? People! Responsibility." The teacher stood up and looked to see who it was. Sam scratched his right forearm waiting to start.

"Okay." He said now beginning the presentation. The class giggling before quieting down. "So, for my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my great-great-grandfather, takes a deep breath who was a famous man, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal." He picked up a map to show the class the Arctic Circle which was circled by a red marker. "In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf. So that's the story, right?" He folds the paper and puts it down.  "And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th-century seamen." The class laughed when they heard the word "Seamen" the teacher was annoyed putting up a sign that said quiet.

"This here is the quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sale, by the way. Like the sextant here. $50 for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. These are my grandfather's glasses." He showed them to the class, Yin's eyes started to twitch like a reaction towards something dangerous. "I haven't quite gotten them apprised yet, but they've seen many cool things."

The teacher then spoke. "Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. It's the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud of what you've doing."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just, you know, this is all going towards my car funds. You can tell your folks. It's on eBay. I take PayPal. Cold hard cash works, too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day." Yin then realized why he needed money.

"Sam!"

"Sorry. Um. Unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy in a psycho ward, drawing those strange symbols and babbling on about some giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered." Soon the bell rings and everyone packs up their stuff and leaves out the class room. Yin stood up and decided to go help Sam to put his stuff away.

"Okay. Might be a pop quiz tomorrow. Might not. - Sleep in fear tonight."

Sam still trying to sell his grandfather's items. "Here, you want? Here, 50. 40? 30?"

The teacher called out Sam's name. "Sam?"

"Yeah. Sorry, sorry." He walks over to the desk with Yin. "Okay. Pretty good, right?"

"Sam, I have to be honest and say you're not going to get that A." Yin whispered as the teacher sat down.

"I'd say a solid B-." Those words made Sam drop his arms. "A B-?"

"Told you." Yin said bluntly.

"You were hawking your great-grandfather's crap in my classroom."

No, kids enjoyed it— Look, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" The teacher asked annoyed.

"Can you look out the window for a second? You see my father? He's the guy in the green car."

"Yeah."

Sam then continued. "Okay, I wanna tell you about a dream. A boy's dream. And a man's promise to that boy. He looked me in the eye. He said, "Son, I'm gonna buy you a car. But I want you to bring me $2000 and three As."  Okay, I got the $2000 and I got two As. Okay? Here's the dream. Your B-. Dream gone. Kaput. Sir, just ask yourself, what would Jesus do?"

....

Yin and Sam ran to the car screaming "Yes! Yes, yes." The both hopped into the car."

"So?"

"A-. It's an A, though." Sam showed his paper to his father. "Wait, wait, wait. I can't see. It's an A."

"So I'm good?"

"You're good." He said starting up his car. "Also Yin, your mothers called saying they'll be out of town for a few weeks, so you're staying with us for now."

"Thank you, Mr. Witwicky." He said as Ron turned around and looked at him with a certain expression. "My apologies.. dad." It still felt awkward to call Ron, Dad.

....

Ron drives them to the Plaza for cars. "I got a little surprised for you, son."

"What kind of..." Sam asked curiously.

Ron spoke again. "Yeah, a little surprise."

"No. No, no, no, no. Dad!" Sam's hopes were getting too high when he saw the Porsche cars. "Oh, you got to be kidding me."

"—See. Yeah. I am. You're not getting a Porsche." Sam's expression changes as Ron and Yin chuckled.

"You think that's funny?" Sam asked triggered.

"Yeah, I think it's funny. A Porsche for your first car?" He turned into a entrance of Bolivia's Auto Sales. Behind them was a strange yellow Camaro with black racing strips turning in right behind them.

"I don't want to talk to you two for the rest of this whole thing." Sam was furious that he wasn't get a Porsche. Yin and Ron still chuckling.

"Oh, come on. It's just a practical joke." Yin said lightly still giggling.

"It's not a funny joke." Sam replied.

They parked the car and exited out of it. Where they see Uncle Bobby walking out looking at a man in the clown suit. "Manny!"

"What?" Manny asked

"Get your cousin out of that damn clown suit. He's having a heat stroke again. Scaring white folks."

"I'm hot! Makeup's melting. It hurts my eyes." He was suffering while holding a sign that says "Best Wheel Deals!! Bobby B's."

Back with Sam, Ron, and Yin...

"Here? No, no, no, what is this? You said... you said half a car, not half a piece of crap, Dad."

"When I was your age, I'd have been happy with four wheels and an engine." Ron said causally to Sam.

"Okay, let me explain something to you. Okay? You ever see 40-Year-Old Virgin?"

Ron answered. "Yeah."

"Okay, that's what this is. And this is 50-Year-Old Virgin."

"Okay." Yin was constantly watching Sam suffer at this point.

"You want me to live that life, hmm?" Sam asked.

Ron had to repeat the old family motto. "No sacrifice, no victory."

"Yeah, no victory. You know, I got it. The old Witwicky motto, Dad."

"—Right."

Bobby comes out to greet them. "Gentlemen." He offered his hand for a greeting. He shook  Ron's hand first. "Bobby Bolivia, like the country, except without the runs." He laughed at his own joke, and yet Yin caught the joke.

"How can I help you?" He asked as Ron looked at Sam.

"Well, my son here, looking to buy his first car." He told Bobby who immediately asked Sam. "You come to see me?"

"I had to." Replied Sam.

"That practically makes us family. Uncle Bobby B, baby. Uncle Bobby B."

"Sam."

"Yin."

"Sam. Yin, let me talk to y'all."

"You two, Your first enchilada of freedom awaits underneath one of those hoods." He pointed at the cars in front of them, as the same yellow Camaro parked right next to a yellow buggy. "Let me tell you so . A driver don't pick the car. The car'll pick the driver. It's a mystical bond between man and machine. Sons, I'm a lot of things, but a lair's not one of them. Especially not in front of my mammy. That's my mammmy. Hey, Manny!" He called out to a woman flipping him off like it was nothing.

"Oh. Don't be like that. If I had a rock, I'd bust your head, bitch. I tell you, she deaf, you know?" He giggled which scared Yin for a moment. "Well, over here, every piece of car a man might want or need." Yin saw an ostrich caged. The scary part was that he doesn't know if he was tamed or not.

"This ain't bad." He said looking at the yellow car with racing stripes. "This one's got racing stripes."

"—Yeah. It got racing... Yeah, what's this? What the heck is this? I don't know nothing about this car. Manny!"

Manny hurried out of the garage. "What?"

"What is this? This car! Check it out!" Yin made his way over toward the car to look at it with same.

"I don't know, boss! I've never seen it! That's loco!" Even Manny was confused.

"Don't go Ricky Ricardo on me, Manny! Find out!" Something seemed strange for them not to recognize their own vehicles in Yin's perspective.

"Feels good. Sam, who was already in the car, noticed a symbol to where you honk your horn. He wiped it clean and saw a strange symbol.

"How much is it?" Ron asked.

"Well. Considering the semi-classic nature of the vehicle, with the slick wheels and the custom paint job..."

Bobby was caught of by Sam "Yeah, but the paint's faded."

"Yeah, but it's custom."

"It's custom faded?" Yin asked standing in front of the car.

"Well, this is your first car. I wouldn't expect you to understand." He stood back up and looked at Ron. "Five grand."

"No, I'm not paying over four. Sorry." Ron committed to only paying under 4 grand.

"Kid, come on, get out. Get out the car." Bobby demanded.

Sam protested. "No, no, no. You said cars pick their drivers."

"Well, sometimes they pick a driver with a cheap-ass father. Out of the car." Yin almost threw a tire at Bobby for calling his father a cheap-ass. He moved on to the car on the right of the Camaro. It was a faded yellow buggy.

"Now, this one here for four Gs is a beaut." Sam didn't want to to leave the car but he had to.

"There's a Fiesta with racing stripes over there." Ron suggested.

"No, I don't want a Fiesta with racing stripes." He denied the suggestion.

"This is a classic engine right here. I sold a car the other day.." Bobby was cut off from the left door of the Camaro opening up once Sam closed the door on his side. All three of them was confused.

"Gee. Holy cow." Ron concerned for the dealer ship owner. "You all right?"

"No, no. no. No worries." Bobby remained chill yet was confused. "I'll get a sledgehammer and knock this right out. Hey, hey, Manny! Get your clown cousin and get some hammers and come bang this stuff out, baby!" He laughed it off.

Yin somehow heard something or someone say "... greater than man..."

"That one's my favorite, drove all the way from Alabammy." He said walking to the next car as of suddenly a high pitch alarm went off destroying the windows and and other glasses at a high frequency. Ron, Bobby, Sam, and Yin covered their ears. The Camaro alarm tire not a little while later, Bobby trying to process what just happened. "$4000." What ever the car did, it was worth it for Sam.

Chapter End