"His Buddy, Optimus"
I'm Baggie. I used to live by the dumpster behind that Fancy Italian Restaurant off the corner of Broadmore 'n' 33rd street. The kids called me Baggie 'cause I carried a worn out plastic bag with me ev'rywhere I went. Inside were trinkets I've had with me since I can remember.
There was a tarnished, golden ring inside, flat as the cracked sidewalk I lived on. I think I stepped on it once, but I still carried it in my bag. I think it belonged to my dad, if I had a dad. At least, I'd like to think it came from my dad, 'cause I don't remember.
There was also this red book with pages torn up 'n' stained so bad you couldn't tell what was on 'em. There's a faded picture of a white rabbit wearin' cloths on the cover of it. I can't read, but I still carried it in my bag. I liked to look at the pictures inside sometimes at night before I went to bed. I dunno why, but I always felt pretty darn happy after seein' some of the pictures of those silly rabbits.
I also had a broken robot toy. He could change into a red semi-truck. The red 'n' blue paint on 'im was flakin' off ev'rywhere. He looked more silver than red in all honesty. I think he's called Optimist, Optimust, Optimus? Somethin' like that. I heard from the other street kids he's a leader of a bunch of robots from another planet. I found 'im in a dumpster one day, as I was lookin' for some lunch. He's been my best friend ever since I found 'im. He's never inside my bag, 'cause what kind of friend keeps his best bud inside a dirty, plastic bag?
I always went to bed with Optimus, 'cause he's supposed to protect me from all the bad people on the streets at night. One time one of the local homeless guys wandered up to where we were sleepin'. He had a broken beer bottle in one hand as he was stumblin' 'bout, knockin' over ev'rythin' he could find. He was causin' quite a ruckus. His path of destruction woke me 'n' Optimist up. He managed to stumble up to us, 'n' outta the blue, he said he was gonna kill me. I scrambled away from 'im as fast as I could, but I ended up puttin' me 'n' Optimus in a corner. I was pretty scared at that point havin' nowhere to run off to. I think Optimust was too, but I can never tell with that mask of his. I think anyone would if they were in that situation, but I remembered Optimist was supposed save me whenever I got in a tight spot. I threw 'im at the craz'd guy 'n' he hit 'im right square on the nose! Gave 'im a nice nosebleed. The guy was so fuzzed in the head, he lost his balance 'n' smacked his head somethin' fierce on the pavement. I remember his head hittin' the ground, 'cause that crackin' sound still gives me nightmares ev'ry now 'n' then. That homeless guy didn't get up after he fell.
Me 'n' Optimus had to find a new place to live for a bit, 'cause there were cops ev'rywhere, prowlin' the alleys at night for 'bout a couple of weeks. Once they stopped appearin', me 'n' Optimust moved back to our corner by the dumpster.
I'm pretty thankful I had my best bud to watch my six all the time. He may not be the best 'bot for the job, but he tried his very best, 'n' I guess tryin' is better than not carin' at all... 'cause, well, not a whole lot of normal people cared 'bout us.
I knew no one cared 'bout us when no one came runnin' to help me 'n' Optimust when that semi hit us a couple of seconds ago.
I was bein' stupid again, 'n' crossed the road without lookin', 'cause I saw that balloon stand open up across the street. I found enough coins in the alleys the day before to pay for the blue balloon I wanted. I dunno why I bothered findin' the coins for the balloon, since Greg (the guy who hauls around the balloon cart. He's the one with the scruffy beard) always gave me the balloon I wanted for free. He was a nice guy... Anyways, I ran across the street hopin' to get that balloon before anyone else did, 'n' as I did, a big ol' semi slammed right into my left side. Optimus saw the semi before I did, 'n' managed to wedge his way between me 'n' the front of it. He shattered into a billion little pieces on impact.
I did too.
Poor Optimust... my best bud protected me until the bitter end. That semi that hit us screeched to a stop not too long afterwards. I'm pretty sure I'm dead, since I'm standin' on the sidewalk I was on before I ran across the road. It's kind of a weird feelin'. I mean, it's weird seein' you splattered all over the road as you're still standin' around. I can't really describe how it feels. Let's just say it's "weird" to keep it simple.
Anyways, the semi stopped in the middle of the road. I don't know if I'm seein' things differently since I'm dead, but the darned thing is shiftin' shape. The semi -- the semi just stood up...? Wha--hey! He looks like my Optimus toy! No way! That's cool! Optimus really does exist!
What's he doin' now...? He's crouchin' down to me 'n' -- oh? Oh.
Aw, shoot. He doesn't look too happy right now...
...He's just holdin' the dead me now.
Wait, I think he saw Optimus -- er, toy Optimus...
I think he picked up toy Optimus's head...?
Aw man... How freaky is that? The real Optimus just squished me 'n' my bud, Optimus.
Who'd thought that'd be the way we'd go?