The Supertacularific Fic
(named by En)

By: Miss Special

Part 1: Heeey, I know you!

"Oookay, lessee now," I said, looking around my room. The only one who looked like he was giving me my full attention was Pell, who was sitting on my couch. Rather uncomfortably, I might add, since my couch happens to be covered in stuffed animals.

Destroyer Angel and Spirit were sitting on my bed, Angel looking at everything as if she were on a sugar high, and Spirit just assessing the surroundings. En, on the floor, was doing the same. Evil, also sitting on the couch (a good distance from Pell, however), seemed just plain disinterested. I was sitting at my computer, since I was in the middle of typing a fic up when everything happened.

"So you just wind up on my doorstep." I was trying to get a handle on what was going on. "You don't know how you got here--"

"OOH! A pennywhistle!" Angel snatched up the whistle enthusiastically.

"And a thingamabob!" En reached out and grabbed-

"NOT THE OCARINA!" I yanked my precious, delicate ocarina out of En's paws. He's a klutz. I didn't want him breaking it.

"Anyways," I said, putting the ocarina out of harm's way, "I now have three Transformers and two people from the twenty-third century sitting in my bedroom."

"Why us?" Pell wondered.

"My guess is you're all here because I created you."

All activity ceased.

"You created us," Evil repeated tonelessly.

"Yeah."

"That's impossible," Angel said. "I was created by the Vok."

"Well, yeah, but I wrote that you were created by the Vok."

"Excuse me if I sound a little skeptical," Spirit spoke up, "but would you mind proving it?"

"You are Spirit, also called Cyberkitty, Destroyer Angel the Doomcat's best friend. You were an organic cat for the first part of your life until you followed Angel to Cybertron, where she cut her Spark in half and donated it to you. Logic and wit are your favorite weapons, and you hate stupidity and water."

"I'm not convinced yet."

"And I'm not finished yet. Angel originally thought to name you Kitty, then Whitie, Ghost, and finally settled on Spirit. Now I'm finished."

"Okay. You got me."

"Why did you name me Entropy???" En whined.

"En, you don't want to hear the story behind your creation," I told him. Entropy's creation was basically an accident.

"Yes, I do."

"No, you don't."

"And I thought Pellinore was a bad name," Evil said. Pell and En looked hurt.

"Well, we all now know our creator can't name things to save her life," Spirit declared.

"Does anyone else want to play 'Prove the Creator' with me?" I asked.

"Why'd you make me me?" Destroyer Angel asked.

"Uh…" I didn't want to answer that.

"And you named me Entropy!"

"Oh, quit your whining. Everyone of you has a reason to complain, but you don't see Evil doing it, now, do you?" Good ol' Evil rarely complains. That's one reason why I like her so much.

"So, anyways, that explains why we're HERE, but it doesn't explain why we've left." Spirit wanted to get back on track.

"Are you having writer's block or something?" Pell asked.

"Not really. No more than usual, anyways."

Mom knocked on my door.

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Um… not really."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Mom came in, glanced around, and gave me a look that begged me to explain.

"Mom, these are Evil, Pell, Entropy, Spirit, and Destroyer Angel. They're here because I created them, but we haven't figured out why."

"You named a character Entropy."

En wailed and proceeded to bang his head on the table beside my bed.

"Hey, knock that off!"

"Will they be needing anything?" Mom knew as much about Transformers as I know about brain surgery.

"Evil and Pell will, but Angel, Spirit, and En won't."

"I'll see what I can do." She left.

Fried chicken is good. Especially homemade fried chicken. Pell heartily agreed with me, and Evil seemed to as well, though she didn't say anything. En was in the living room, playing with the dog.

"Nice place you have here," Angel commented, then saw my little brother staring at her. She made a fearsome face, and he burst out laughing.

"Yep," I answered.

"Where are we?" Spirit asked.

"Smalltown northern California, in the year 2004."

"This is a town?" Angel looked out the windows at the surrounding trees.

"Outskirts. Anyways, since no one knows exactly why you're here or how to get you back, make yourselves at home. Just don't break anything."

"You never did tell us your name," Pell pointed out.

"Miss Special." They looked at me funny. "Not really," I amended. "But that's what you'll call me by."

"You know everything about us," Spirit said, "and we don't know a thing about you besides your psuedo-name."

"What, you want my life story or something?"

"Sure!" En piped up, coming to the table.

"Well, I was born a log cabin in the middle of a desert back in '49 or thereabouts. My father was a grizzle bear, and my mother was a caterpillar. I lived my first few years as a bullfrog, then I decided that being a lemur was far more interesting."

I stopped and looked at my audience. Evil didn't seem to be paying attention, Pell was looking at me like I was a lunatic, Angel and Spirit just plain weren't buying it, and En was absolutely riveted.

"Then what happened?" he asked.

"Um… The lemur thing didn't work out too well, as poachers tried to catch me for my pelt. I left my desert home to work in a paint chip factory, but that didn't last long, since my coworkers didn't like the fact that I spoke only in metaphors."

En was still hanging onto every word I was saying, and I lost my composure and burst out laughing.

"Fer cryin' out loud," I said between fits of laughter, "my mom's right there, En!"

"She doesn't look like a caterpillar," he remarked.

"What're these guys going to do while you're at school tomorrow?" Mom asked, ignoring the caterpillar comment.

"School?" Angel looked interested.

"I wanna go to school!" En proclaimed.

"You can't! You'd stick out like sore thumbs!"

"Relax, humans and Transformers get along just fine. It's not like they've never seen a Transformer before," Destroyer Angel said.

"Most of them haven't!" I protested. "You're characters I made up from a TV show! The media'd be all over you in a second!"

"We could go in our beast modes!" En thought he was brilliant.

"Dinofelis are extinct! And I'd love to see everyone's reactions of a Doomcat wandering around campus."

"You could just take the day off tomorrow," Pell said helpfully.

"Never!"

"You're going to have to keep track of us somehow," Spirit said. "I wouldn't like to see what happens if you leave a certain duo alone all day." She glanced over at En and Angel.

"I don't want to have to watch them," Mom said warningly.

"And I can't just leave you at home so you can get bored," I sighed. I thought for a moment. "On X-Men Evolution, they have this device that looks like a watch. It projects a holographic image over the user so he looks like a normal person. Spirit, could you make something like that?"

Spirit blinked. "I'd need the proper equipment. A couple of watches, some sort of light-projecting technology…."

"I don't think they have that kind of technology in this century," Angel said.

"…But they do in my century," Pell said quietly, looking over at Evil. She glared death at him. I'd had the same idea, but I wasn't going to suggest it.

"Hm?" Spirit purred.

"Seamless Grey X400's. Light-based ammunition," Evil grudgingly explained.

"Ohh. Laser guns." Spirit nodded. "That would probably work, but it'd require dismantling the guns."

"I know," Evil growled.

"I'll protect you," the Doomcat heroically volunteered.

"I don't want your protection."

"I don't think you're going to need them," I said. "I know it doesn't make you feel much better, but I doubt anyone at my school's going to be packing heat."

Evil glared at me. The whole table stared back at her. She glared more. We stared more.

This continued for about two minutes. Evil eventually handed her favorite firearms over to Spirit, who looked them over appraisingly.

"Angel, could you open these for me?" Spirit was a bright cat. She didn't ask Evil to do it. Angel pried off the top of the gun casing, revealing an intricate array of computer chips and wires.

I felt a surge of pride. I had no idea the guns I'd made up myself were so cool on the inside.

"Yep, these'll do just fine," Spirit said, pawing at a wire.

"You will be able to put them back together when this is all over, right?" I asked for Evil's sake.

"…Probably."

"So," En asked, excited, "when to we go to school?"

"Before you get excited, we need to go over rules." Everyone looked at me, most of them seeming unhappy.

"Awwww," En groaned.

"Number one: What I say goes. If not, I write a torrid love story involving you and Waspinator."

"Who's Waspinator?" Pell asked.

"Someone you really don't want to fall in love with. Low intelligence, speech impediment. He gets slagged all the time."

"I can't fall in love," Angel said smugly. "Programming, remember?"

"I can fix that," I answered, my voice low. Destroyer Angel took me seriously.

"Rule two: You are normal human beings from the year 2004. We do not have laser weapons, spaceships, and the common man is restricted to Earth. We do not have CR chambers or superintelligent medics. I do NOT want to have to take any of you to the hospital."

This seemed to go over well.

"Number three, Evil's favorite phrase: Don't do anything stupid. If there is the slightest glimmer of a chance it could be stupid, don't do it. Think before you act."

They listened patiently.

"Sleeping arrangements will be as follows: Pell and En get my older brother's room. He doesn't live here anymore, so you'll have the place to yourself. Evil, you get the couch in my room, Angel gets the floor, and Spirit, you can sleep anywhere in my room. Any questions?"

En raised a paw.

"Yes?"

"You never did say when school starts."

I sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a looooooong day.

To be continued. Of course. You didn't think it was over, did you?