Introduction to Adventure
SunsetWater: I'm glad you liked it, and it really would be funny to see the realistic side of things if a person was sent to the Transformers universe. I want to thank you for the inspiration of this story, I hadn't known what to write but you gave me what I needed!
A/N: If you read 'Just and Itty-Bitty Rant, you'll probably already know that this is going to be a story on the realistic side of a fan getting transferred to the Transformers universe. Before you think, BORING; don't lea ve yet, this is going to be fun and it's still very much a fiction, and will be unpredictable as it can get - anyone who's read my stories knows I like to twist things around *Looks away and laughs devilishly*. I think though that if someone did get transferred, would they really have all control, would they really know how to live, survive, and work it out? We'll through what can be depicted as reality, and see how it's really like to live in a world that's not our own, adding the fact that you may not end up as yourself.
ENJOY!
To all of you who said going into the Transformers universe would be fun and easy. . . Screw you. I've been her for a while, and I can say without a hiccup that is has been about as fun as giving a cat a bath - even if it's had some upsides. If you want to know what's happened to me, I'll start at the beginning. But don't expect some Wonderland, Alice down a rabbit hole, drink some kind of 'Shrink Me' juice story. It's not that simple, in fact, if I drank anything at all, it was the complete opposite of shrinking.
Alright, deep breath. I'll start where it all began, my beloved bedroom that I oh so miss so much. I was sitting in my room, enjoying my lunch and a soda. I'd binged watched all of Transformers Prime over Spring Break and had only begun on my latest FanFiction after ending one of my other ones. It was about as enthralling as someone as mundane as me could get at - adventure was a magnet for the extroverted and I was the Introverted Sensitive Night Owl type, so I attracted the hope of adventure.
I was wrong to hope that I could escape to another universe, after all, I had a good life; good parents, good sibling, good job, good whatever else you can call good. I had no reason to go, no torturous thing. . . Okay, that ones a lie, but I had only begun to redirect the only control I had of my Panic Disorder somewhere else - complete organization of my room. Transformers, I loved it, but I'd begun to loosen my control on it, to have it as a fun extra thing to do instead of a way to control the parts of my brain that hadn't yet been taken over. So, whatever on that, back to the story.
In honesty, I wanted the experience, I wanted to see the Transformers for my own. They were amazing in the TV shows and movies and everything else. But that didn't always seem good enough, I wanted to see it in real life, to feel it, to hear it, to everything it. So maybe I was lucky when that wormhole opened, maybe I wasn't. I was sure it was a dream. . . Huh, maybe that's why I was so casual about it, because it was just some vivid dream I was having. I mean, I can't lie, I've had dreams about that exact thing happening to me, but just not so. . . Realistic. Anyway, going on with the beginning of the story. . . . . .
The wormhole was tainted a navy blue, maybe darker, I couldn't tell. It was swirling so fast that any color in there was nothing but an ominous blur. It felt like a dream, it had to of been, because what were the odds of scientists making such things happen and then opening one in a civilians room? Neither of my family members worked for the government in such a way - well, my Uncle was a guard at a prison, but that's not as much techy as I'm talking about. So me, a mundane girl with an past, a present, and I pray to God, a future, shouldn't be dealing with something someone was secretly working on. Because if this was that, then surely MIB would be coming to erase my memory in the morning. I could act like I didn't know what they were talking about, but would I really want to.
A scream escaped my ridged throat as the swirling vortex of doom grew denser and, of course, louder. Any louder and I'd ask it to wake up my parents for me. I found little solace holding onto the base of my bed, it was breaking from underneath me and I could count the second when it would snap and I'd be vortex gumbo for who was waiting on the other side. I was blind, mostly self-induced, since I'd already learned for childhood what it was like to have the sharpened end of a pencil stick you in the eye.
My grip was growing weaker by the second, which made my stomach twist in epidemic knots the size of the hernia I was going to have when this was all over. I pulled my body closer to the end of the bed, and then I heard it, the fatal snap I'd been illy preparing myself for. The leg flew from the post and I clutched it to my chest, watching as my bed plopped pathetically to one side. The vortex was now making a ghostly wind sound and that was it, I blacked out. My mind escaped to temporary freedom until I know I woke up on the other side of something, probably being over looked by doctors. Well, that was the lucky senario, the other half was that I would be some portal experiment for the curious mind.
Either way, I was screwed and I knew it.