A/N: I FINALLY GOT TO DO AN ISEKAI CHAPTER AND THIS IS PROBABLY THE BEST TITLE I'VE EVER THINK OF SLKFSLK- I ACCEPT NO OTHER SUGGESTION, FIGHHHHTTTT ME

(no fr tho, this title was the first thing that came up on my mind XD)

Please approve my broken humour XD

Requested by storyaboutHPHope ya like it!

Ioa's chapter needs to be uploaded ohmygod im going to die again- NOT TO FORGET ALL THE PART TWOS!!

...STUPID WIFI, WORK WITH ME DAMN YOU!

Also, I added my headcanon in this at the end of the chapter XD I hope you guys would like it XDXD

Enjoy~

Edit: AAALSKEJSHEGDGC I AM SO MAD WITH MY WIFI DAMN YOU STUPID SHIT- BUT I WANNA GIVE CREDIT TO STORYABOUTHP FOR THE PIC ABOVE BECAUSE SHE MADE IT 😭😭✨✨💖💖💖💕💕💕
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"Miss (L/N), I expect great results from this test! I will see you tomorrow!" Professor Jude said, tipping his spectacles as he bid me goodbye.

"As do I, sir! Have a pleasant evening!" I waved, bowing at him before leaving the class.

Humming to myself, I skipped down the empty hallway and made my way to the car. Unlocking my Toyota Camry, I hastily got inside and blew hot air on my hands, shivering at the cold temperature outside that was contrasting to the heated buildings. It was mid-autumn and the weather has been quite chilly lately.

Oh well, the cold never bothered me anyway.

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Maaaaybe a tiny bit, but I still love it!

Sighing in content, I started up the car and reversed out of the parking lot, journeying back to my quaint and cosy apartment.

"Hmmm, maybe I'll stop by tomorrow an hour earlier to get the results and redo it again, just to make sure the data is correct." I planned my schedule as I waited for the traffic light. It finally turned green and I pressed the gas, heading forward. "If all goes well, I could get an award and a job in the National Institutes of Health!" I grinned, imagining myself going up the stage to receive my recognition and certificate from our principal and a representee from said department.

NIH is one of the top research companies with the biggest and the most bleeding-edge technologies on biomed!

With that being said, me being a first-class honours kid with full ride scholarship, I was on my way to PhD double-majoring in Biomedicine and Chemical Engineering with a global recognition!

How cool is that!?

Sorry to brag but what can I say? When you're the top student of Harvard University, you are bound to be recognised WORLD-WIDE!

Giggling to myself, I took another turn, closing to my humble living area when OUT OF NOWHERE, a truck came rushing in without the motive of stopping!

HOLY SHIT- THIS IS A ONE-WAY NARROW STREET YOU DUMB FUCK-

All I could do was stare at the honking vehicle like a deer in the headlights, waiting for my doom. The two-tonne truck slammed face-first onto my tiny car, smashing it horrible as I flung wildly in it. My vehicle did a few turns before stopping by the corner, metal plating crushed and windows shattered, debris cutting my already injured body.

...This is how I die? Right before my greatest achievement is to be achieved?

How cruel can life be?!

"F-Fuck..." I croaked out, smiling satirically one last time as I face my impending death.

Screw you, stupid mortal realm...

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"Hello."

...Huh?

WHO SAID THAT!?

"It is I, young human."

"OH-FUCK!" I sprang up from the ground, looking around in panic checking my body. "WHAT THE- AM I DEAD!? IS THIS HEAVEN OR HELL!?"

"Neither." The voice said, startling me even more.

I whipped around to face with a glowing blue...robot.

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"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"Language." He coughed out, resting a hand on his hip.

I pouted and gave him a huff, crossing both of my arms in front of my semi-translucent body. "I'm already dead, let me curse as I please." I mumbled, scratching my head in frustration. "And I was SOOOO CLOSE TO ACHIEVE THE IMPOSSIBLE!" I growled, glaring at the floor. "I swear-just when I was THIS close to creating the answer for rapid healing, I'm freaking butchered by a damn truck!" I ranted, throwing my hands in the air.

"Would you like to break the impossible yet again?" he asked, lips curving up into an amused smile.

"Yeah, but as you can clearly see, I'm dead." I sighed, face-palming.

"I'm a God, what's death in the face of me?" he replied, grinning wider.

"O-Oh?" I perked up. "Y-You're not just some m-messenger!?" I gasped, slapping both of my hands onto my cheeks as I took a step closer, admiring him in a brand-new gaze. "HOLY SHIT-THAT'S AMAZING! YOU'RE A GOD!?" I exclaimed.

"Ahem, language." He cleared his throat before coming forward, extending his metallic arms at me. "And yes, I am. The name's Primus." He introduced himself, dipping his head. I followed suit, suddenly self-conscious in the presence of a higher order being.

"As I was saying before, would you like to have a miracle?"

"H-How?" I played with my fingers, eyes twinkling with hope. "A-Am I going to be alive again in the hospital?! B-But with the extent of my injuries, EVEN if I get to live, I would be paralyzed OR blind!" I said.

"No."

"N-No...what?" I asked, scratching my head in confusion.

"No as in you will NOT be going back to that mortal human body of yours. It is...ruined." He grimaced, holding his palms up and projected a FREAKISHLY GROTESQUE IMAGERY of my body.

....Ew.

I'm a science student, but this shit is disgusting.

I-Is that m-my tongue!?

The floating picture disappeared and the deity sighed, casting me a mellow look. "Understanding this, would you still like to have a chance? An opportunity to be alive again?" he questioned.

"I-If I don't...I'm going to hell?"

"No, your soul will join the Wells of Allspark, mingling there until the time is right for you to be reused again."

"Soooo... I'm STILL going to be reincarnated, but just later?"

"Yes."

"What's the difference?'

"I'll allow you to keep part of your memories if you wish to reborn now."

"DEAL!" I beamed, tackling the man in a bear hug. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"

"I-I haven't mentioned the full details yet..." he muttered, sweat-dropping.

"So, when am I going back to Earth?! Oh boy- I can't wait to be alive again!" I gushed, totally ignoring his quiet mumbles.

Primus shook his helm with a hint of smirk present on his lips, pondering the reactions when THEY meet you.

"Very well then..." he said, emitting sparks from his hand. "I bid you good luck."

And he waved his hand, transforming my translucent body into a tiny orb. Using his other servo, the mech carefully crafted a tiny sparkling body and inserted the pulsing, kicking sphere into the spark chamber, granting the hollow body a life.

"This shall be entertaining to watch." He said, flicking his fingers and sent the sparkling in a pod, nodding in satisfaction as he watched the pod blasted off to the familiar-yet-not location; Earth.

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BEEP! BEEP!

"Optimus! We're receiving an incoming signal entering Earth's orbit!" Ratchet said, typing furiously on the keyboard.

"Woah, is it like a meteorite or something?" Miko asked, fascinated about the doctor's findings. He shook his helm, still focused on the screen.

"No. This is something much more...valuable. Perhaps it is another relic beacon of sorts...or an escape pod."

"How!?" Bulkhead asked, scratching his helm. "Wasn't there none left?"

"Uhm-HELLO? Do I NOT exist?" Smokescreen said, tone oozing with sarcasm. Bulkhead snapped to his left and chuckled nervously, coughing into his fist.

"R-Right, sorry." He replied.

"Autobots, prepare to roll out." Optimus commanded, walking towards the groundbridge. "Ratchet, prepare sickbay. We might need it."

"As long as it's not for you guys. I swear, if you come back with another wound to your arms Optimus, I will wield it shut WITH YOUR PAIN RECEPTORS TURNED ON!" Ratchet growled, voice turning deeper at the very end.

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The base went silent as every being in the room stared at the doctor, silently freaking out.

"Ooh, he's feisty." Miko snickered, earning a few snorts from the team. Ratchet sputtered and waved the Japanese girl off, grumbling in his breath about 'they always leave me to patch them up' and 'my tools end up broken due to them too'.

"Understood, old friend." Optimus replied, nodding at his best pal. The other Autobots went in first, leaving Optimus to be the last one going into the portal.

"I will make sure that my injuries shall be covered ONLY below my arms." The Prime whispered and ran off, leaving the already- steaming medic going berserk.

"OPTIMUS!"

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At the same time, the Decepticons had also received the high-frequency transmission. Soundwave made no waste of time in notifying his master, silently communicating with the silver warlord.

"A high-frequency signal approaching Earth? It must be a relic!" Megatron deduced, gazing at the Soundwave's visor as he tried to map out his strategies. "I have no doubts that the Autobots would be searching for it too. We must not let it fall to their wretched servos!" he declared and walked towards the commlink station, voicing his commands through the loudspeakers.

"STARSCREAM, BREAKDOWN, DREADWING, KNOCKOUT! REPORT TO THE MAIN BRIG AT THIS INSTANCE!"

Within moments, those bots called out came rushing in, panting vehemently.

"M-My...liege..."

"M-Master! Y-You called...?"

"Reporting for duty, my liege."

"H-Hello, m-my liege..."

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BOTS!?" He hissed, slamming a servo on the table. The mechs bar Dreadwing stopped their panting and stood up straight, giving their leader an awkward smile.

"S-Sir!" they saluted.

"With all due respect, my liege...I was tending a group of Vehicons." Knockout tried to use his charm on the silver gladiator. "But if it's for you, anything is possible!" he grinned, clasping both servos together.

"That's bullcrap and we all know it! You were busy with your paintjobs again!"

"Shut. Up." Knockout hissed at the nosy seeker while maintaining his professional smile at Megatron. Face-servoing, the warlord didn't bother to waste his breath and briefed them the details.

"Listen up. We've got a relic coming in to this planet's atmosphere and we are going to retrieve it at ALL COST! AM. I. CLEAR?" He growled, ruby optics darting to every bot in the area. Besides Soundwave, the Cons gulped and nodded along.

"Good." he grinned maliciously. Soundwave took that as a cue and searched up the coordinates, opening the groundbridge.

"Decepticons, transform and rise up!

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The two factions arrived at the crash scene simultaneously.

In fact, they bridged perfectly opposite one another, inciting a stand-off between the Cons and the Bots.

"Wow, talk about timing." Smokescreen breathed out, activating his servos into blasters.

"It's the pesky Autobots...again." Knockout rolled his optics, switching on his Energon Prod. "Oh well, I guess it's our daily play time then!"

"Let's get this party bashing!" Bulkhead let out a battle cry and the chaos ensued, officially starting their battles.

Like clockwork, Optimus would be dealing with the champion gladiator of Kaon.

"How's the servo, Optimus?" Megatron snidely commented, punching the Prime's face. The mech in question grunted before retaliating with a kick, sending the Decepticon leader skidding a few meters back.

"As you can see, it is well and fine." he coolly replied, unsheathing his twin blades.

"That's a ped, you dumb frag!" Megatron hissed, taking out his own sword and clashed it with Optimus's.

"I see your optics are working pleasantly well. What else is functioning properly too?"

"What crawled up your exhaust pipe and died today!?"

"Not much, just one." the Prime nonchalantly remarked, dodging to his left and swung his right foot out, tripping the warlord.

"What is it then!? Don't leave me hanging!" The silver mech grunted as he pushed the red and blue bot away, trying to slice the mech's face.

"I can't exactly talk properly when you're trying to kill me, Megatron." Optimus sassed back, uncharacteristically talkative for today.

"NO SLAGGING SHIT!!" Megatron ducked and jumped away, putting a good distance between the two of them. "What? Were you planning on a rough up with your lap-dog but this mission came? Hmm?" he taunted, swinging his sword down and nicked the Prime's left elbow.

'Scrap!' Optimus held his glossa back as he felt his own Energon dripping on the ground, staining it bright blue. 'I'm never going to heard the end of this from Ratchet...' he inwardly groaned before switching his focus back to the warlord, masking his chaotic thoughts as he put in his best in this duel.

"Going quiet, Prime? Cat got your glossa?" Megatron laughed darkly, shooting a few blasts at him. Optimus smoothly dodged the lethal attacks and return with his own blasters, also missing the guy perfectly.

"Come on now, I don't want to be the one initiating all the time! Will you-FRAG!" Megatron howled in pain, tumbling onto the rocky terrains and slammed into a boulder.

"Thought you could use a servo." Bulkhead said, holding up his wrecking ball and greeted his leader. Optimus nodded in approval but said nothing, letting his optics do the talking.

"WHAT THE FRAG!?" Megatron roared, charging at the two of them. "You dare use my tricks on me!? FOOLS! ONLY A DECEPTICONS IS ALLOWED FOR TRICKERY AND DECEPTIONS!"

"Go help Arcee to retrieve the pod, I will be fine!" Optimus said, blocking the sword aiming for his helm with both of his servos. "GO, NOW!"

Bulkhead hesitated but obliged to the Prime's words, transforming into his olive-green SUV and went after the two-wheeler.

"Now, just you and me this time." Megatron smirked, clawing Optimus's face. The Autobot leader felt the sharp talons swiping his faceguard, catching tiny sparks but not harming his inner faceplate.

"One shall stand." The Decepticon warmonger declared, getting into a stalemate with Optimus.

"One shall fall." Optimus finished the sentence, wrestling with the taller mech before him.

By the side-lines, Arcee and Bulkhead were trying to sneak away the pod, grunting audibly as they pried the whole casing off the place. The steel-grey pod had crashed and planted itself firmly to the ground, creating a crater and making it harder to remove for the two Bots.

"Ah, ah, ah. That belongs to us~" Starscream sing-songed, firing at the two unsuspecting bots. Arcee got the brunt of the blast and flung away, crying out in pain. Bulkhead weighed the situation and decided to save the femme, ditching the pod for his teammate.

"Arcee! Hang on!" he yelled, transforming away and went to the injured femme.

"Oho? That was easy!" Starscream boasted, patting himself on the back.

LITERALLY.

"Wow. And I thought I had it bad." Knockout muttered, already comming base for pickup. "You should be thanking me, Commander. Without my upgrades, your blasts are nothing but an insect bite."

"Grr -fine! I suppose you do have some purpose to our faction after all."

"Yes- HEY, WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?" Knockout snapped, grunting and heaving out loud as the two Cons worked together on getting it to the bridge.

"S-Shut up and h-hurry up! You yapping there will just prolong our exposure to the Autobots!" The Decepticon SIC replied snarkily, using all of his strength to get the large item in. "G-Get in a-already, damn y-you..." Starscream breathed out, resorting to pushing it together with the sassy medic. Knockout called the team back, notified on their success in this mission.

"Big M! We've got the prize in our humble abode. Now tell me you love me more than Starscream!" Knockout huffed out, leaning against the pod tiredly.

"Well done, Knockout!" was all Megatron replied before he came flying in with Breakdown and Dreadwing tailing behind.

Closing the bridge, Soundwave glided swiftly to the pod and inspect it, his visor displaying a thin line as he pondered to himself. Breakdown took the words out of the silent mech's dermas, sharing it with everyone.

"So...who's opening the big present?"

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Bonus Part.

"I TOLD YOU TO NOT GET HURT ON YOUR ARMS!" The grumpy medic yelled, slapping Optimus with his datapad.

"Ow." Optimus deadpanned, unamused with the doctor's action. "I...apologise for my mishaps?"

"No! I don't want to hear it!" Ratchet replied, activating his torch. The Prime sighed and stealthily reached behind his helm, deactivating his pain receptors before the angry doctor could realise his attempt.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH OF A PAIN IN THE AFT IT IS TO ACTUALLY STAND ON A PRIMUS-DAMNED CHAIR JUST TO BE ABLE TO REACH YOUR HEIGHT!? AND OF ALL THINGS, YOUR ARMS ARE LITERALLY HALF THE SIZE OF MY FRAME!" Ratchet ranted without a hint of stopping, poking harshly at Optimus's wounds.

Lucky for the mech, he felt no pain.

Quietly nodding along, the red and blue mech obediently absorbed the grumpy bot's chidings, letting the Autobot CMO to whatever he pleases.

"Wow... Optimus is reaaally just so patient." Jack snickered, watching the poor bot getting his share of Ratchet's naggings.

"Uh...why can't Optimus just...I don't know- sit down or something?" Miko pointed out the obvious.

"Maybe he's just too big?" Raf suggested.

Miko rolled her eyes and pointed at her guardian.

"Dude, Bulkhead's about the size of Optimus but he can sit down just perfectly for Ratchet to reach!"

"I don't know..." Rafael scratched his head and naïvely ask the question the two. "Hey Ratchet, if it's too much of a hassle for you to use a stool, why not let Optimus sit down?" he questioned.

"AND LET HIM SMIRK AT ME ALL FRAGGING DAY!? NO THANK YOU!" He roared, gritting his dentas as he gave the Prime a warning glance. "DON'T. FRAGGING. START."

"Understood." Optimus replied, mask on.

Bumblebee waved at his charge and whispered into his ears.

:-Ratchet's sensitive about his height and I think it had something to do with Optimus. They are childhood friends, so I believe the grumpy medic was always the shorter one compared to boss bot...maybe that's why he's so grouchy about it.-:

"MY PISTONS MAY BE RUSTY BUT MY HEARING IS STILL SHARP AS EVER!"