Sometimes perfection doesn't need to make any sense. Don't worry, I'll likely do something after this fan fic ends.
I was delayed a little bit on Part 12, and I wasn't online much, but I finished it. Here is the ending to the Unibrow Trilogy and my favorite part yet. I hope everyone has enjoyed this story. Part 12 The Transformers all slowly walk towards the epicenter where Hummus’s bomb collided with the Earth. Only Knock Out stays behind. “There’s no way I’m wading through all of that goo. I’ll never get the odor out,” Knock Out claims. “This batch has that nice pine nut flavor to it,” Beachcomber says while flavoring a sample. “Do you need to taste everything you find?” Prowl asks his hippie friend. “Tasting is just another way to sense the world around you. It’s no different than smelling or seeing or hearing or touching,” Beachcomber says. “I think I’ll leave the tasting to you my friend,” Prowl says. “That bomb from Hummus reminds me that in my next movie I need to explode a huge vat of hummus,” Bay says. “I guess Beachcomber’s not the only one who never changes,” Prowl says. Prowl moves his hands and arms through the delicious muck and feels a human hand. He pulls the human out and wipes off the hummus that coats his body. It is an unconscious Shia Labeouf. Shia coughs and throws up a bunch of hummus onto the ground. “Where am I? I don’t remember much. Oh, it’s you again, Autobot,” Shia says. “You were a vessel for Unibrow. You were under his control, but you’re safe now. Still, you need to pay the consequences of your recklessness and be detained for a little while,” Prowl says sternly. Shia looks down and groans in frustration. “I was hoping to rise to levels of fame that were previously unattained. While I’m not happy about my current predicaments, take me away if it needs to be done. Perhaps I shouldn’t behave the way I did. It certainly didn’t gain me any respect,” Shia says. “If Megatron and Galvatron and Starscream and even you can change, perhaps there is hope for the universe. Great job my fellow Autobots, Decepticons, and Dinobots. I may not agree with all of your methods, but you have all done great,” Prowl says before transforming. “I guess I have to go now,” Shia says as he gets in the back seat of Prowl. Prowl stirs up a cloud of dust as he disappears down a road to take his detainee. Grimlock sniffs the air and looks back at his fellow Dinobots. “Me Grimlock have fun defending Earth, but you know what? We Dinobots fight all enemies here on Earth for millions of years, but now no more enemies to fight present. Dinobots, time to head back to ship, leave Earth, find new enemies to fight elsewhere in universe,” Grimlock yells. The other Dinobots roar in agreement. Swoop in his robot mode high fives Beachcomber before transforming and thrusting himself into the air with his mighty wings. “You’re a good friend to Swoop, Beachcomber. See you around the universe,” Swoop says. “Good bye, Autobot friends,” Grimlock says as the Dinobots all leave to their destination. Galvatron and Megatron look at Starscream, Mindwipe, Nautilator, Wingthing, and Bomb-Burst. “After all of these ages, it’s about time we Decepticons are all together again. Starscream, will you and your troops not join us on our journey back to Cybertron? It would be nice to have an old friend back again,” Megatron says. Starscream looks around for a minute. “As much as I hate to admit it, I would love to come with you. Decepticons, it’s time to be united once more. I’m sorry if I ever tried to act in defiance of my fellow Transformers,” Starscream says as he runs over to Megatron. The other Decepticons follow Starscream and join Megatron and Galvatron. Prime looks on with a smile. “Even if you’re Decepticons it’s always good to see old friends reunited. Megatron, let’s go. It’s time to return to our home planet,” Optimus says. The Decepticons and Prime walk off into the distance. Nautilator turns around and waves his left claw at Ghostlight, who waves back in response. “He’s pretty cute for a Decepticon,” Ghostlight remarks. “All living things have some good in them. Even those controlled by Unibrow can be saved,” Beachcomber says. “That’s why you’re one of the best, my friend,” Ghostlight says. “I’m not the best. I am merely surrounded by the best,” Beachcomber says as he looks around at Ghostlight, Knock Out, and Michael Bay. “You know, we never did finish that party at my house. I’m all about explosions during the day during filming followed by nights that are explosive with fun,” Bay says. “I’m down Warpath. Catch a ride with me,” Knock Out says as he transforms. Bay gets in Knock Out’s front seat. Beachcomber also transforms, and Ghostlight takes a seat. Beachcomber and Knock Out both drive off to enjoy their adopted home in peace. At a jail somewhere in California, Shia gets processed after Prowl has dropped him off. A correctional officer with a mustache walks him past crowded cells and into a special area. “Mr. Labeouf, to avoid conflict we like to segregate our high profile inmates, so you’ll be going into one of our special cells. I hope you don’t mind being housed next to some alien inmates,” the officer says while removing the cuffs that are restraining Shia’s wrists. “I don’t mind at all, sir,” Shia says. “Good. I hope to not hear of any problems during your incarceration,” the officer says. Shia sits down on the floor and faces the cell door. He looks to his right and notices the Kardashians are in the cell next to him. Kim walks over and knocks on the bars. “It’s Shia Labeouf. I always thought you were cute,” Kim says. “Wow. I never realized I was your type,” Shia says. “Well the fact that I’m actually a Decepticon doesn’t help when most Earth guys want women that are actually human. By the way, after we’re done with our stays here do you want to get a coffee some time?” Kim Kardashian says. “I’d love to. If I can’t beat the Transformers, then I might as well join them,” Shia says with a smile. “That’s great! I just hope my mother doesn’t get in the way this time,” Kim says. On the fringes of the universe, where the galaxies appear as but small constellations, a small space station drifts through space. In the command center several Steeljaws approach a shadowy figure. They snarl at each other and squabble over the pieces of dismantled Transformers that litter the ground. The shadowy figure sits on her chair and grasps the crushed spark of a Transformer in her left hand. Her hair is like a garden of metallic vines tipped with three-fingered grasping claws. She slowly spins her chair around and faces the pack of Steeljaws. She tosses the crushed spark into the center of the pack. “Be nice to each other my lovelies. Soon enough I shall find more victims to feed your hunger,” the figure says. With her tentacle-like hair she rubs the nearest Steeljaw on its metal chin and scratches its mane and muscular shoulders. “My children in this universe have failed me. Many over the ages have been slain. My daughters, the Kardashians, are imprisoned on Earth, but the biggest failure is Unibrow. My son has failed me for the last time. At least my offspring in other universes have not failed me yet. The Transformers of this universe are united. It is too late to deal with them. My Steeljaws and minions, we must travel to other universes to assure the success of my many other descendants. It is time,” the figure says as she chuckles an evil laugh, her tentacle-like hair veiling her face. The Steeljaws all howl in unison as the figure turns around and presses some buttons on the space station’s controls. A wormhole opens in front of the space station, and the space station slowly slips through the portal and enters another universe.
