Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers franchise. I only own my OC's!

Chapter 1: Nice Kitty

My life was okay. It was predictable, but in a good way. As long as I wasn't an idiot and didn't do something that would lead to an undesired consequence, provided I DIDN'T know what the outcome would be. I didn't need to make a schedule, I was certainly no planner. Didn't need to be, my life was nearly a perfect pattern:

Get up.

Go to school.

Get home from school.

And do a bunch of miscellaneous activities until dinner time. After dinner time? More miscellaneous things such as surf the internet, draw, listen to music, etc.

Yeah, real exciting right? Yes, that was rhetorical. Yes, I can be 'smartass' with a potent blend of 'jerk'. No, I'm not bitter, so don't expect a sobbing rant regarding my life's choices…it's just how I am, at least one-fifth of the time anyway. The rest, I am very friendly, and not in that possessive/obsessive way, just enough for people to feel comfortable in confiding in me.

I suppose that sounded a little creepy but oh well, moving on.

My name is Katherine Parks and I'm probably one of the most boring people you'll know (and maybe the most cliché). In terms of social life that is, as you've probably gathered so far. And so when I had my days where I would get tired of reality (or people) I'd read or watch cartoons/anime to ease my mind. It seemed like a rational decision for a young adult so I had no shame in indulging in multiple lands of fantasy and/or science fiction. Even if the series wasn't that good, I'd still find something to love about it –or someone. I was just sentimental like that, especially when it came to shows I watched when I was a young girl…just call me nostalgic. You're probably wondering how this 'fascinating' little tidbit of my life would pertain to the story and this is the part where I tell you: because such detail has relevance to the freaky shit that went down on THAT particular night.

That night being many moons ago (insert ominous tone)…

I sighed loudly and turned off my laptop. After that I made a beeline over to my dresser in anticipation of getting dressed into sleepwear. It was another regular day for me, going to school and whatnot, so I decided to add some variety to my day by going for a walk…in fall…with a dress…yeah, imagine how long that lasted. I had a jacket on, but it did little against the cold (I had cursed my pale Irish complexion and its' inability to retain heat). So eventually I went inside to watch random stuff on my laptop to my heart's content, mainly cheesy cartoons and anime. The last few episodes, to finish my random watch spree, belonged to one of the series I watched in my childhood, that series being Transformers Energon.

I chuckled as I remembered one scene, my shoulders beginning to shrug off my jacket. But I paused just as I was about to strip when a sudden draft set in the room. Now how the hell –did I leave a window open?! I forgot all about getting dressed as a light gust of wind brushed past my legs. Curious, I followed it, and yes I was very skeptical, to find that it picked up speed around the corner that led to the stairs. The source I couldn't see right away, but whatever it was, it was sucking me toward it. I squinted at the darkness in front of me, still very much curious. I considered myself to be the kind of person whom –if she was curious enough, would seek strange anomalies and find out what they were exactly. However, the anomaly was so strange I found myself wanting to back up. Of course my body had other plans, and instead of me backing away from, I swiftly lunged towards what I so very much wanted to stay away from. I just barely managed to gain some self control long enough to actually see the dark vortex before getting sucked in. That same self control trying to be maintained as I flailed airborne, for a full couple of seconds –or maybe more, before I landed with an impact strong enough to knock the wind out of me.

I let out a pathetic groan, "it's okay, it's only your ribs and the squishy things underneath them, those are called internal organs and they're not important at all" I sarcastically berated myself as I slowly got up onto my feet. I was not happy, and it didn't help that it was raining. It wasn't just a drizzle. No, it had to be a downpour that drenched me within a minute.

"Ahhh, damn it all-eaaahp!" the ground shook and sent me falling onto my behind, adding to the severe discomfort/pain I was in from falling through the space/time rip. It was also there that I finally realized that the ground was metal. Using that as a wake-up call to really check my surroundings my eyes panned from one strange sight to another:

Everything is metal as far as the horizon goes

There are also metal towers

I winced

And there are red lasers crisscrossing across the sky –and why does everything look so...cartoon-y?! This ain't NORMAL!

Unfortunately, as I was so engrossed with the pretty lights for who knows how long, I failed to notice a large group of menacing beings approach me until I heard them growling. My eyes immediately fixed on the intense yellow gaze of a giant robotic feline, as well as his buddies too. Behind them, masses upon masses of their kin were running away while being airlifted by giant robotic birds. I couldn't help but have thought: Why universe hate me? More growling and the cats got closer, yet it was strangely not aggressive. They seemed…curious, which was absolutely fine by me. "uuuhmmm, nice kitties?" I was even sure to reach a hand out (smart right?) toward the closest one. And what did he do? I'll give you a hint: he didn't bite my hand off. The smooth metal muzzle gently brushed against my fingertips and he growled some more and started…purring. Whilst I was petting him, I couldn't help but think that the landscape and cats I was seeing were a part of something familiar. It was definitely something I pondered deeply about, well, before an obnoxious loud bang sounded and my ears and eyes succumbed to ringing and infinite white that is.