"Do you have a nickname?" Starscream asks.

"Nope." I said. "You can call me Ivy."

"...What about online nicknames?" Starscream asks.

"Speedy." I said.  "On DA I have a username 'Speedywomen' because...it wasn't the username that was currently being used. I wanted to use BumblebeeGirlBot--but no! Somebody already took it!" I shook my fist. "It woulda' been perfect to use my Youtube username."

Starscream uncomfortably coughs.

"Speedywomen is plural." Starscream said.

I stare right back at him.

"What?" I ask.

"Your account is for one person, correct?" Starscream asks.

That sounds like a trick question.

"Uh, yes." I said with a nod.

"You spelled your username wrong." Starscream said.

"Speedywomen?" I repeat my username.

"It should be 'Speedywoman'." Starscream said. "Not men."

"...I SPELT MY USERNAME WRONG." I shout. "OH MY GOD." I walk around in circles. "How can TransformersKirby be so sure that I am one person and not many? How is Luna-The-Wolf21 sure that I am one person? HOW ON EARTH DOES FLUFFYMARRU SOMETHING THAT'S GOT A USERNAME SIMILAR TO A BRILLIANT TRANSFORMER ARTIST SURE THEY ARE TROLLING ONE PERSON?"

Starscream had plugged his audio's, again.

"CAN YOU JUST GIVE ME A NOD OR SOMETHING?" I shout and somewhat asked.

"I can't hear you." Starscream said.

"YES, YES YOU ARE." I shouted.

"If you're implying there's a collection of rubies and jewels in the other cells then you should be concerned for your mental health." Starscream said.

"OKAY, HOW ARE TROLLS SURE THEY ARE TROLLING A TERRIBLE ARTIST WITH A PLURAL USERNAME?" I shouted and somewhat asked, again.

No reply came from Starscream.

I heard click-clad  click-clad machine noise headed towards the cell.

It is then that a mech, about Prowl's height, came in front of the red sizzling door.

"Can you quiet down?" Prowl asks, and then he froze  in place seeing me. He looks towards Starscream. "I saw her offline!"

Basically Prowl's armor is the exact opposite of his armor color from TFA.

"Yes, yes you did." Starscream said. "You only saw our Auto die; not the prime one."

"She's not a prime." Prowl said.

Starscream has a laugh.

"She is the main Ivy, well actually a different branch of her  existence,as a..."  Starscream started to explain but I finished for him.

"TRANSFAN." I finished in a loud yell.

Starscream nods.

"As a fangirl." Starscream said, in all seriousness.

"Of what?" Prowl asks.

"TRANSFORMERS ARE HUGE TOWERING ROBOTS THAT ARE ALIEN AND HAVE SPARKS OF THEIR OWN BEING ESSENTIAL TO LIFE ITSELF. THEY ARE NOT POWERBOXES ON THE BIG BROWN TELEPHONE POLE. THEY CAN TRANSFORM INTO VEHICLES, HENCE, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE. AND THEY HAVE A MAJOR FANBASE ALL OVER THE GLOBE."

"All of us." Starscream said. "Go ahead, tell him, spoilers."

"Spoilers?" I ask. "No can do."

"I want to rip her voice box out." Prowl said.

"Well, I just stopped yelling." I said. "So lucky you, unusually themed colored ninja bot, I can tell a one shot to you off the top of my head."

"No." Prowl said.

"What pairing?" I ask.

"No." Prowl said.

"I will stop speaking if you let me out." I offer.

I figure this is what Starscream had implied on the tricking part.

"No." Prowl said.

"Transformers Animated?" I ask.

"No." Prowl said.

I take that as a yes.

"Con and Bot pairing?"  I ask.

"No." Prowl said.

"Come on, evil Prowlster." I said. "You gotta have a One True Pairing you always ship."

"No." Prowl said.

"Bumblebee and Megatron?" I ask.

"No." Prowl said.

"Okay then." I said.  "The one shot of Lord Megatron and the Oncoming Scout is right ahead!"

 ...The one shot...

...Narrated by only me!...

Bumblebee lands in the snow feeling cold and lost. The ship had flown away in the low cloud of snowy fog. They had left him behind to this planet. Bumblebee had been left behind to the wrath of the snowy--and winter--climate.His baby blue optics were losing their innocence, and worst of all, their glint of hope.He could hear the whistle of the wind alongside his audios.Bumblebee heard heavy snow crunching under the weight of something taller, and, metal.

A large and warm servo picks up Bumblebee.

"What?..." Bumblebee said, looking up to who had picked him up.

He could see the faint glint of red optics  through the foggy white breeze of snow. Bumblebee's  Autobot insignia is barely sticking on, like a worn out sticker,to his chest armor. Why would a Decepticon come to his aid? Bumblebee lost consciousness in the arms of whoever had came to his rescue.

It was Megatron who had came to Bumblebee's rescue.

Megatron turns away from the large imprinted blanket of snow that had Bumblebee's body shape left on it.                  

....End of the terrible one shot!...                    

"Stop!" Prowl demands.  "Stop this at once."

I had a wide smile spread across my face.

"So, you decided to let me out, goody." I said, rubbing my hands together. Oh yeah I wasn't wrapped in my blankets, just a side note. This feels really so good to have gotten on Prowl's nerves. Being annoying does come in handy to make an escape.

"Don't touch anything." Prowl warns me, with the hint of a growl.  I quickly nodded feeling too excited to make plans to annoy the evil Prowlster. "You, seeker, back away from the door."