Author notes: all right peoples, listen up! I'm rewriting my old Human For
A Week story!! Because the old one sucked. And just so you know, I dropped
the cat ear things and the tails two. And as you will know, I will tell how
they turn human WHEN THEY CHANGE BACK. Alright with that said I think it's
safe to say that I'll give you two chapters (if you like the first
alright?) since I was a complete.well I'll just say it. Ass for writing it
the way I did, I rushed so I'll go back and make those corrections, I
decided that it is worth it for the readers to have a correct and grammar
perfect story to read.I guess.and flame this two if you want, s'your
opinion after all, isn't it? All right here I go. Bumblebee is the original
artist of The Transformers Armada bots turned human, no I am not the one
who drew them, and I was hoping I had made that clear. Oh well. And I do
not own Transformers Armada. Only Hasbro does!
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Human For A Week (The Rewrite)
The Beginning
The low buzz of the computer by the recharge bed (that is found in every Autobots' quarters) was what snapped the young man with the golden hair out of his sleep. But this is no man. This is a Transformer, a being from a distant war bound planet known as Cybertron. This "former" Transformers name was Hotshot. The young man opened his sky blue eyes, no longer the former optics they once were, and it took him a moment to take all that was coming into his senses. It was strange; he had always had a reddish screen came across his optic sensors when he came out of recharge. Then he breathed in from an involuntary motion that all people, human people, know how to do. The sensation frightened him.
"Wha-What's-," Hotshot stopped talking, it was no longer just a sound, it was another sensation, the sensation of vibration to the throat when talking. Almost without thinking, he brought his arm up and with his hand he touched his throat. The sense of touch kicked in when his gloved hand touched the jackets cuff that pushed against his neck. It felt so . . . different. Hotshot felt his eyes go wide in shock, a very familiar feeling, but the realization of a fast beating heart was not to him. He sat up quickly, taking the hand off his neck and planting it clear where the feeling of his heart was pounding, he was sweating from fright and his breathing had picked up. What on Cybertron was going on? How did this happen, and why him? Knowing no one would answer these questions; still in a state of fright and shock he looked over himself. He had boots that were black on the foot and went yellow the rest of the way up. Then tucked inside them were red pants with many pockets on the sides. A red long sleeved shirt was under his yellow jacket that was cut at the elbows and attached together with buckles. The Autobots symbol was still on his shoulder, just on the jacket's shoulder side. And on his hands were black gloves that he still looked at in fascination. Then reached up and touched the top of his head, feeling something he couldn't recognize by touch. On his head were really goggles that use to be his visor.
"This is really getting freaky," Hotshot's voice was faint, still from shock. "Maybe. . .maybe it's just a dream?" With saying that he took his right hand and pinched his cheek. It made his cheek feel sore and he quickly let his cheek go and then started rubbing it. "Nope. . .it hurts to much to not be real." Then he finally seemed to notice how much smaller he was. He sat in the middle, looking all around, turning his head this way and that. Standing up he and taking his time making sure that learning how to walk steadily along the way is important knowing how high he is up. Hotshot looked over the edge when he reached it. Far enough down to jump, but with his new bound legs he didn't know if he'd land on his feet.
"What's life without taking chances?" Hotshot grinned to himself, even though he felt fear at the mere sight of looking down. Holding his breath, he jumped. And as he expected, he did not land on his feet but right of his arf.
"OK. . .That really hurt," He said it slowly getting up with effort from the lingering pain. Transformers could feel pain and all, but it wasn't as lingering or like this at all. Then he walked to the door that slid open when he got near. Looking down both ways of the hall, left and right, and saw no one. There was hardly any noise besides the recurring buzz from his computer in his quarters. Then he caught glance of a person running down a different hall that intersected with the one he was in now. He jumped when he heard the door sliding shut behind him, then quickly turned his attention back to the now empty intersect. He finally got the will to run, and quickly came to the intersection he was quickly knocked down on his side, feeling even more pain than before when he jumped. When he looked up from the daze he was in from being knocked so hard and quickly, he found a man staring down at him that seemed to of gained his footing before he fell with him.
This man had red hair that was mostly hidden by a bandana that was a deep blue color and had a red cross on it. Right away without even having to look at the detail of this mans clothes he knew exactly who it was.
"Redalert? That really you?" Hotshot asked sitting up fully. The red haired man nodded, sweat droplets coming down on his face, probably from worry.
"So it even happened to you, Hotshot," Redalert breathed from true shock and looking at his friends human form, which looked like the plain hotshot only, well human.
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Brent: well that's the first chapter! I didn't know how people would really like this so I made it short just in case.
Hotshot: you really did need to rewrite this anyway *sounds disgusted as he reads the other *
Brent: shut it, I realized that, OK?
Hotshot: uh huh, sure.
R&R please
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Human For A Week (The Rewrite)
The Beginning
The low buzz of the computer by the recharge bed (that is found in every Autobots' quarters) was what snapped the young man with the golden hair out of his sleep. But this is no man. This is a Transformer, a being from a distant war bound planet known as Cybertron. This "former" Transformers name was Hotshot. The young man opened his sky blue eyes, no longer the former optics they once were, and it took him a moment to take all that was coming into his senses. It was strange; he had always had a reddish screen came across his optic sensors when he came out of recharge. Then he breathed in from an involuntary motion that all people, human people, know how to do. The sensation frightened him.
"Wha-What's-," Hotshot stopped talking, it was no longer just a sound, it was another sensation, the sensation of vibration to the throat when talking. Almost without thinking, he brought his arm up and with his hand he touched his throat. The sense of touch kicked in when his gloved hand touched the jackets cuff that pushed against his neck. It felt so . . . different. Hotshot felt his eyes go wide in shock, a very familiar feeling, but the realization of a fast beating heart was not to him. He sat up quickly, taking the hand off his neck and planting it clear where the feeling of his heart was pounding, he was sweating from fright and his breathing had picked up. What on Cybertron was going on? How did this happen, and why him? Knowing no one would answer these questions; still in a state of fright and shock he looked over himself. He had boots that were black on the foot and went yellow the rest of the way up. Then tucked inside them were red pants with many pockets on the sides. A red long sleeved shirt was under his yellow jacket that was cut at the elbows and attached together with buckles. The Autobots symbol was still on his shoulder, just on the jacket's shoulder side. And on his hands were black gloves that he still looked at in fascination. Then reached up and touched the top of his head, feeling something he couldn't recognize by touch. On his head were really goggles that use to be his visor.
"This is really getting freaky," Hotshot's voice was faint, still from shock. "Maybe. . .maybe it's just a dream?" With saying that he took his right hand and pinched his cheek. It made his cheek feel sore and he quickly let his cheek go and then started rubbing it. "Nope. . .it hurts to much to not be real." Then he finally seemed to notice how much smaller he was. He sat in the middle, looking all around, turning his head this way and that. Standing up he and taking his time making sure that learning how to walk steadily along the way is important knowing how high he is up. Hotshot looked over the edge when he reached it. Far enough down to jump, but with his new bound legs he didn't know if he'd land on his feet.
"What's life without taking chances?" Hotshot grinned to himself, even though he felt fear at the mere sight of looking down. Holding his breath, he jumped. And as he expected, he did not land on his feet but right of his arf.
"OK. . .That really hurt," He said it slowly getting up with effort from the lingering pain. Transformers could feel pain and all, but it wasn't as lingering or like this at all. Then he walked to the door that slid open when he got near. Looking down both ways of the hall, left and right, and saw no one. There was hardly any noise besides the recurring buzz from his computer in his quarters. Then he caught glance of a person running down a different hall that intersected with the one he was in now. He jumped when he heard the door sliding shut behind him, then quickly turned his attention back to the now empty intersect. He finally got the will to run, and quickly came to the intersection he was quickly knocked down on his side, feeling even more pain than before when he jumped. When he looked up from the daze he was in from being knocked so hard and quickly, he found a man staring down at him that seemed to of gained his footing before he fell with him.
This man had red hair that was mostly hidden by a bandana that was a deep blue color and had a red cross on it. Right away without even having to look at the detail of this mans clothes he knew exactly who it was.
"Redalert? That really you?" Hotshot asked sitting up fully. The red haired man nodded, sweat droplets coming down on his face, probably from worry.
"So it even happened to you, Hotshot," Redalert breathed from true shock and looking at his friends human form, which looked like the plain hotshot only, well human.
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Brent: well that's the first chapter! I didn't know how people would really like this so I made it short just in case.
Hotshot: you really did need to rewrite this anyway *sounds disgusted as he reads the other *
Brent: shut it, I realized that, OK?
Hotshot: uh huh, sure.
R&R please