Author's Notes:

Now, its time for a challenge. Lets see if I can write this entire fic, with no focus on the Mane 7, no mention of the Transformers based characters, no violence or action, and have the focus all be on the Sour Sweet and Smallfoot, and the only other characters being Shadowbolts, and Gobot based figures. Can it be done?

Well boys and girls, bronies and bots, Guardians and Renegades: lets find out...

And yes, this chapter was a little too short.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsw0OnIcU1I

Sweet Sweet Smallfoot

On a bright and sunny Friday morning, in the suburban town of Canterlot, that was near the big city, there was a girl coming out of one of the many suburban houses. The house belonged to a girl, a girl who attended Crystal Prep Academy. Her name was Sour Sweet. She had maroon-red colored hair with a few streaks of cyan mixed with minty green, with it wrapped up in a ponytail and a little cherry and mistletoe knot keeping it together.

Most mornings of her day were pretty normal, she'd usually be pretty crabby to attend school. She wasn't thrilled to attend school mostly because of the strict rules and their horrid principal. But nowadays with Principal Cinch gone from the school for good, she was mostly in a happy mood. She wore whatever she wanted, she always got to see her friends who were bright and spunky, and she got to spend time with her new friend. Most of any of her new friends would be faces that she only noticed at Crystal Prep or Canterlot High, or even her neighbors or people she would occasionally pass on by on the street. But on this day, she wasn't in a happy mood. Not angry or enraged, but she was feeling blue. Her attitude was like that all morning, and on the past week.

And as she walked out of her house and locking the door, wearing blue shorts, and a pink tank top she walked over to the red truck that was parked in the small driveway leading to the garage, otherwise known as her new best friend. But this friend wasn't like any of the humans on Earth. She wasn't even a human.

Her new friend was an alien species, from another world called Gobotron. Gobotron was a world that had robotic life forms that could change their forms into vehicular and beast forms. A world that once lived, a world that thrived with life and energy, but it was all taken away from a war that broke out over their differences. A world that had split its people into valiant Guardians, and sinister Renegades. But the one that was watching over Sour wasn't one that had sided with the malicious Renegades. The one that was guarding over her, making sure she went through every day alive and healthy, was Smallfoot. Guardian of Sour Sweet from any enemy that tried to hurt her.

And because Smallfoot was her guardian, she wanted to make sure that Sour Sweet was okay. Whenever Sour wasn't okay didn't sit well with her stomach or her internal processors. And this was one of those days.

Sour opened up the door, sighing and put her book bag on the seat next to her. Once she closed the door, she buckled herself up still holding a saddened look.

"Sour? Are you okay?" Smallfoot asked sweetly.

Sour sighed, "I'm fine Smallfoot."

"Sour, I know something's wrong, can't you just tell me?" Smallfoot's voice said through the radio.

"I'm fine, Smallfoot. I'm just...," Sour took a moment to catch her breath, "I'm just dealing with some stuff right now. The homework from Crystal Prep's kinda stacked up kind of high recently."

"Sour, you know if you need my help I'll lend a hand? You should always accept help when you need it. And even when I can't help, don't you have your dad to help?" Smallfoot asked.

"I can handle the work, Smallfoot."

The two beings stayed silent after Sour snapped. Smallfoot wasn't even sure how to respond to her reply.

"Should we get going then?"

Sour nodded.

Smallfoot's engine started up, and she began pulling out of the driveway and onto the black concrete street. Her turn signal flipped on, and she drove out onto the empty open road on her way to the new and much more friendly Crystal Prep.

As Smallfoot drove on the road, Sour Sweet laid back in her chair still with a saddened look on her face. Smallfoot wanted to talk with her about her issue, but what could she do?

"You... want to listen to the radio? Maybe I can find the station with all of the old songs you like?" Smallfoot asked through the radio station.

Sour's eyes turned away from the window to look towards the radio, but she wasn't giving an indication of a sure look. Instead, she just gave somewhat of a nod, but Smallfoot could get the hint.

"Okay, lets find that station...", Smallfoot said.

The knobs turned and cranked as they kept moving around, trying to find the radio station that played her favorite tunes. After a bit of time, Smallfoot found the station and a song began to play.

Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around

Sour looked back at the radio with just her eyes, and she tilted her head to look at the station.

"Can you play something else than that?" Sour asked.

"Oh, uh... sure, yeah," the Gobot said.

Smallfoot's radio knobs cranked again, this time playing another station.

Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart,
Cause I'm so afraid that we will have to part,
Each night I ask the stars up above,
Why must I be a teenager in love?

Sour raised an eyebrow as she looked towards Smallfoot's radio station again. Smallfoot immediately went to change the station, she didn't need Sour to say what she meant.

Forever my darling our love will be true
Always and forever, Ill love only you

Smallfoot stopped the track when Sour returned a dirty look. Man, she wasn't liking any of these songs today. Smallfoot changed to another tune.

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be
You're gonna give your love to me

"Smallfoot?" Sour interrupted again, followed by a record scratching on the radio.

"Yes... Sour?" Smallfoot hesitated nervously. She was almost too afraid to hear what Sour was going to say next. Whenever someone crossed her too many times, it never went out well. She would find some way to try and vent her rage, but it always ended up with either someone getting hurt, or her dinner being ruined.

Sour sighed, "Can you just play something from the 80s?"

"Uh, sure... Sweets."

Once again, the radio changed to something else. This time something a little more loud from the 1980s. Smallfoot could only groan in her head, disappointed by the lack of success of talking to her friend.

Dang it, there goes my morning...

As soon as the song played, Smallfoot drove on through the green light and continued to drive in between the lines on the highway, on her way to the crystalline high-school.