#christine!knockout

Christine!knockout when he is finally able to transform back to his bipedal form

Best believe that your hole will NOT be spared, he will take such good care of it just like how you did to him.

BUTTTTT I think it would be funny if we thought about other bots being "Christine" :3

like the thought of a christine!Optimus is so funny to me. why? bc any moment you leave the shop he's the saddest, most pathetic mech ever, literally "🥺" personified until you come back

There are 2 versions of the lore: In the book Christine is possessed by her owner Roland LeBay, a man that had a dangerous obsession however in the movie Christine is not haunted by her owner but rather an unknown entity that causes her owners to have possessive behaviors especially aggressive ones.

Side note: Christine has the ability to regenerate and fix herself and she's considered to be really obsessive with whoever her owner is.

Here is the link to more: https://stephenking.fandom.com/wiki/Christine_(film)

First off I am thankful to have seen the movie bc of you anon because THAT CROSSOVER IS MIGHTY GOOD LIKE OOOF-, But really I can see the appeal of Christine!Knockout, your evil car has an evil crush on you and commits evil things?, SIGN ME UP.

Ngl I’ve enjoyed writing and rewriting this again more than I like to admit , would probably make part two if yall like this one

Warning: violence, smoking,and I guess normal Christine kind of horror, mentions of masturbation, reader is a crashout you’ve been warned

Like how first obsessed KO would be after you wolf whistle at his dusty and beat up form, he can’t transform as well for a reason so he’s stuck for now, and how earnestly and carefully you touch over his scratched hood and call him an absolute cherry bomb; at least one human has a taste, a cute one at that too!

Spending weeks working on him, talking to him and not really excepting an answer, but he was keeping you company; yet for some reason his metal frame that has started to get shinier from your meticulous care feels almost warm to touch, not hot as a working engine but it wasn't that metallic cold just yet, nahh it's just the heat left behind after your hands have been all over him tenderly.

And when it comes the day you finally take knockout out for a drive, it feels just right, even if you feel the seatbelt start to be a little snug on your chest as if pulling you closer in the car seats, yet you do nothing about it, it's pleasant in its own way, as if to keep you safe.

Even steering him is buttery smooth almost makes you question if you are the one driving him or you two have that mutual flow, either way you are content with it, it's nice in a way.

But oh boy does he absolutely hates it when other people get inside of him other than you, how dare they get their grimy mitts on his leather or worse, his windows or the glossy finish you spent three hours polishing and calling a work of art, not everyone has a sophisticated way of appreciating greatness even when it hits them at the speed 60 mph, but what really gets his engine revving is how you started turning down people who you have previously told him about wanting to approach as you were fixing his engine, yet it seems that one of them has decided to take it a further step and invite himself in after knockout has locked the passenger car door yet begrudgingly did so for you, mainly for curiosity to see how it will end.

"Say would you like to go to the disco on Friday night, it would definitely be a blast and we will have such a great time!, of course wouldn't say no if you were down to go somewhere after that just the two of us..." one of your classmates who you have expressed interest in the past suggested as they wiggled their brows at you as a sleazy smirk was on their faces as they leaned in closer to your face as their hand went to snake around your shoulder trying to add to the air in the car which has became a little too suffocating as their lips where trying to make contact with yours, knockout's engine starts to rev up real loud catching the attention of your classmate's for them to take the damn hint, but of course they don't, the sheer stupidity and audacity is always fascinating truly.

Of course, knockout doesn't leave it at a subtle rev of the engine, it ain't his style and he doesn't do it, in which he resorts to tilt in the car seat making them let out a huff of air as they try to brush it off with a laugh. Pesky humans, knockout thinks to himself.

Which causes your body to lean your head backwards as far as physically possible from theirs and removing their arm from around your shoulder with your thumb and forefinger as if they were contaminated in the process, not welcoming their touch on you, not understanding as to why exactly. "I would have to pass on that offer sorry, I am more into sleek...ones..." you refuse politely as you lean over and open the passenger door for them to take the innuendo that they are not exactly welcome, nor their advances.

The streak of curses that spilled past their lips as they slammed the passenger door of knockout's harshly rattling the car, not appreciating the rejection, they should be at least glad that you kissed the brick before hitting them with it!, "Don't slam my car's door bitchass!!!." and that's all it took to make something in you snap alongside them slamming the door and risk ruining the hinges, possibly breaking the windows, and how they were cussing you and your weird car that moves its seat and turns on the radio by itself. You turn back to stare at the steering wheel feeling almost it returns the contact as you try to take long breaths to calm down, turning back to knockout you give a few pats to the dashboard after taking your glare off of your classmate as they stormed off to their own car.

"Stupid idiot, don't know what they're talking 'bout..." you mumble to knockout as you feel the soft humming of his engine under your fingertips that were moving over the dashboard as if to comfort your car after it got caught in the crossfire with the dished out insults that were directed at you.

Days pass after that incident where now you and knockout go out for joyrides almost every night, driving over the speed limit, scaring off horny teenagers who thought they were alone as they make out while leaning on knockout’s car hood thinking they were alone and leaving their fingerprints on his shiny finish. Unlike them inside of knockout is where you feel most alone, your safe little haven away from others where you struggled to find some privacy in your family’s home or at the dorms, you found it behind your car’s steering wheel.

Which explains how you ended up being left breathless with your legs quivering a bit after your little fun, “ain’t ya such a darling? Always being here for me…” an airy chuckle falls past your now dry lips after the amount of panting that coated the car windows in a sheen layer of condensed air trapped in, removing your hands from between your legs you reach over to the glove box to retrieve the tissues you left earlier, “don’t worry knockout, I will get that for you.” You talk to yourself as you wipe your hands off from the slick that coated them and the steam windows not wanting to leave it to collect residue from the dust.

You pull your shorts back on to get out of the vehicle to stretch your legs out after sitting for the last two hours, turning your head to the sides and taking in your surroundings you realize that you’re in one of the really quiet neighborhoods in your town, the ones where most people moved from because of the black mold problems from the high humidity, you take out your pack of cigarettes from your drawstring bag and walk around a little as you try to light it wirh the stubborn lighter that seemed like it feel like working. Groaning loudly you shake it one last time to force it to work as your body starts to take notice of the gusts of wind passing by you as they hit your bare legs, “Dang it, should’ve worn pants…” you curse a little as you finally lit your cigarette while fiddling with the metal lighter that you may or may have not found it in knockout’s glove box and speculating it might have belonged to his old owner. Whoever that was.

“Some shitter!, think they can just say no like that!, do they even know how many people want me?!” Somewhere in the distance you hear the sound of your classmate whom you rejected albeit politely yet they seem to not take such thing as well as you hoped to, until your ears pick up on the horrendous screeching sound of metal against metal that causes your neck to turn back so fast your might as well be mistaken for an owl, your catch the sight of your classmate doing the most horrendous of things!, keying the side of knockout’s trunk with their cheap key and ruining his beautiful red shiny paint job that you take care of meticulously.

If insulting you behind your back wasn’t already bad enough as it is, or someone vandalizing your car that you have taken great care of, then it is definitely them giving their back to you.

Just how unfortunate for them to have made such a stupid mistake truly.

‘Pesky humans and their poor decision-making skills’ knockout thinks to himself as he sees your form coming closer to your classmate’s back as you toss your drawstring bag to the side of the road not paying it any mind after taking what you want from it, the only things that were running through your thoughts where how dare they?, “You don’t scratch my car, you fucker!!!” A loud scream left your throat after the crunch-wet sound resounded through the empty area when your wrench made a harsh contact with their shoulder breaking it with no prior warning.

You don’t wast any time bringing them to the ground by kicking them at the back of the knee as they hold onto their shoulder that you have broken as hot tears, ragged panting, and wails were erupting from them like a toddler falling from the swing, “are you crazy?!!, who the hell carries a wrench on them?!—“ they struggled with their words as your foot met with their ribs as they were trying to rise up again only to meet the ground now hugging their body from your attacks.

Crouching down to their eye level, an apathetic, unfeeling expression was on your face as you felt no sympathy for them even as they wail and writhe on the ground like a maggot, you take a fistful of their hair in your hand tangling the strands to gain a better grip as you yank their heads upwards to meet your face that was now lit up by knockout’s taillights, now feeling the gravity of how fucked up the situation they got themselves in, as if having a broken shoulder from a hit by a wrench wasn’t the first clue.

“I don’t let anybody ruin the things I love and get away with it, and you won’t be the first that’s for sure, understood?…” you warn coldly, even tauntingly at this point with you’re now moving their head up and down in a nodding motion as they still sniffle and shiver from the excruciating pain in their shoulders and side, “y-yes,…understood, I swear!—“ just as they were nodding their head frantically as more tears stream down their face your eyes roll at them uncontrollably which forces you to shove their heads down to the concrete.

Already feeling bored from the sound of their wailing you get up as you leave them curled up in themselves in a fetal position, taking the forgotten lit cigarette that was dangling from your lips you flick it at them as they flinch from the tiny burn it left when it made contact with their arm. You take a long sigh whilst your hands drag down your face already feeling the incoming headache all that yelling is catching up to you, taking it as a cue to get going you stride over to knockout only to realize that the driver’s side door was open for you. How gentlemanly if it wasn’t for you forgetting to close it. But one could dream don’t they?

And just as you turn the car on and getting it in reverse to go home you find him a getting back a little too enthusiastically and letting the emissions from his tailpipe hit your classmate’s face as they were still laying on the ground behind you and knockout, wasting no time you put your seatbelt on and start to drive feeling content like never before, even if the seatbelt was a little tighter than before, it was nice to the touch, at least your car cares about your safety doesn’t it?

Also, I could totally see whatever Christine!Knock Out does to the protagonist being like, a mental link of some kind. His obsession with them could leak through it and corrupt them into feeling the exact same way.

Or, if the link was interrupted before KO could fully claim control of the protag's mind. They could instead hear KO's radio, hearing snippets of the songs fading into the background music. And there would be this fun thing the caption writers could do where they could just write out the important words of the song. Implying that KO is talking to the protag through the link whenever they're apart.

I imagine the protagonist would go mad with paranoia over time, and try everything to ditch the haunted car by the end. Only, maybe, to succumb to the connection by the end wherein KO gets a second chance to reestablish it. The protag flailing to reopen the car door, but getting roped back into their seat by the seat belts coming alive to snare them.

Their struggles fade into sleepy snuggling into the car seat, because they forgot what they were even afraid of in the first place. The extra seat belts release them, and KO engine rumbles out a pleased purr as the two ride off into the night.

Ps. As much as I'd like for there to be a happy ending for all of this, I honestly believe the protagonist to be... A little too out of their depth to truly handle a threat like this. Maybe there could be a bonus ending kinda thing where their junkyard plan could've worked? But then, I'd have to note that Christine could heal back from just about anything. So KO would most definitely be back for a second round.

Maybe even more desperate to claim his favorite fleshie than the first time, because he'd respect the hell out of their ability to plan ahead. And to pull the whole thing off by themselves, as well.

PPS. He'd still be really mad if they junked him like that, but he's gotta give credit where it's due. Even if he'll enjoy making them pay (non-fatally) later.

PPPS. I've got a playlist in the works. With little scene ideas attached to each song. Too many songs to fit into a 2hr movie, though. Oh well.

YAAAAY MORE CHRISTINE!KNOCKOUT YAAAAAYYYYYY

HORRIFIC MIND FUCKERY WAHOO!!! ohhohohoh yes I <3 the idea of Knockout being a manipulative piece of shit <333 noooooo don't leave he would be lonelyyyy :( c'monnn just stay in here where it's all nice and warm, even your favorite song is playing,,,,, c'mon it'll be so so so funnnn you don't NEED to go anywhere else!!! just stay with him!!!

the noble dark energon:

HE WOULD 100% TRY AND BLOW IT UP WITH HIS MIND BSHJBVSHJV

shove his gear shift up your ass. /j /j /j

If we take the place of Arnie (as in, purchasing him off of Mr. Lebay) then I like to imagine he is tentative at first. Sure, you're real good looking, but are your looks as kind as your personality? For the sake of argument, we (yes, WE!) are. You go through such lengths to repair that '58 Plymouth Fury. Buffing out the scratches, touching up the body work, putting on an exhaust hose. Sure, he could repair himself, but consider this a test. All he wants to be is viewed worthy, he won't waste his time on a human that views him as a "rust bucket" or something to be driven into the ground (fwiw in car spaces we call vehicles that you don't mind doing that a "beater". or a "daily" very odd term but I suppose it works.) You treat him real right, he'll give the same tenfold. He'll keep you settled comfortably on those shiny white and red leather seats. He'll adjust everything for you, and it keep it that way for you. If you invite someone in, he'll play nice.. for now. But by now he feels entitled to your time, your handiwork and *you*. I do like to imagine there's some sort of psychic link (genuinely just look at how Arnie is kinda tweaking by the end of the film. and also LeBay's brother's death reinforces this, I can explain that if you want). He gets more cooperative so to speak if you assure him or speak to him as if he's sentient (he is, but you don't know that yet.) He'll love you fiercely.

So if he feels that *you* feel threatened or awful or uncomfortable? He's gonna find a way to somehow, someway, get rid of that person. On the freakier side of things, I definitely think he'd sway your attraction. Other humans aren't as attractive to you anymore, and that shiny red car you've got in your garage? Smoking hot and sexy. Christine! Knockout wants you to mirror that desire he has for you. He wants you to pleasure yourself in his interior (I like to believe the link is stronger when reader and him are closer). He'll rev his engine and idle (NOT IN A CLOSED SPACE LOL). He wants you to rub up against certain parts of his interior. Rub your face against the dashboard, kiss and lick the wheel, grind against the seats or the stick. He knows you'll clean him up after, because you wouldn't ever sully him, would you? You love him too much to do that. But I do imagine he'd maybe like a lipstick mark on the wheel... He'll also recline the seats, and do whatever you may think would make you more comfortable.

FANTASTIC GIVE ME 10 MORE NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh yes please mmm food so good. papa me want more. /silly

this is so good mmmm Knockout my evil fucked up lovely,,, let's kill everyone and run away together in the sunset <3333