I said 25 ONESHOTS, with this story I am delivering 25 ONESHOTS. However... There will be a sequel! Possibly more then a sequel... Stay tuned and thanks for reading!

Love, Toshi

OK! Here's the deal. There are tons of super skilled fanfic writers out there and I have gotten several requests to "finish" the cliffhangers. So, I've decided to issue an offical challenge. Pick a plot, any plot that appeals to you. There is only one rule. You have to have the word WTF somewhere in the title, so that people know its part of the challenge. ANYTHING goes, that means you can take my plot idea and twist it any way you want. It can be as long or as short as you want it, from a ONESHOT to a multi chapter fic. I would rather not have my fic deleted, so I'm throwing in here that it has to follow the guidelines. I am challenging you to finish what I've started. So all you lovely fan fic writers out there. Get crackin.

-Love Love, Kiss Kiss, Toshi-

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. This is written for my twin sister Mirai, who is reading my fics and think's I'm insane. Love you sis. P.S None of these fics have anything to do with the others...

"Hurry up Ratchet! Toshi wants the last chapter!"

"SLAG IT ALL SUNSTREAKER IF YOU TELL ME TO HURRY ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR TO PRIMUS I'M GOING TO..."

"Dismantle me in some horrible way and weld something important to something else important. I know. Just hurry..." Sunstreaker plastered his very best I'm irritating and I know it grin on his face and went back to playing with the daughter of the woman who had captured them several weeks ago.

Ratchet sighed heavily, glaring at the computer screen in front of him. At least it was finally over. After weeks of torture at the hands of a demented fan girl named Toshi, the fan fiction she had forced them to write for her was at an end. The idea's that girl came up with were down right evil. But true to her word, she was allowing one of the Autobot's the pleasure of coming up with the idea behind the last story.

They had of course turned to him. He smirked to himself. He was well known for being sadistic and some what psychopathic and deep down inside, he took great pleasure in striking fear into the hearts of his patients.

Indeed, there was a darker side to Ratchet. A dark side that was about to make itself known. With a wicked grin, the Autobot Medic began to type...

The base was dark and silent, just the way he liked it. For years, Ratchet had been planning his revenge. Tonight, he would finally get it. Tonight, every fan fiction writer who had ever written him into a stupid or embarrassing situation would pay. Dearly. With a demented cackle, he readied his tools, carefully polishing his very favorite chain saw and gathering bottles of various substances, all of which could cause the agonizingly painful death of humans everywhere. He then pulled out a pair of knitting needles and some bright pink yarn and sat down to knit a scarf, which at some point would be used to strangle the life out of some poor unsuspecting fan. Perhaps he would tie a human to the end of it and use it as a yo-yo.

Oh yes, there was an amusing thought. One which brought a twinkle to his bright blue optics.

Finally, all was ready... Ratchet put his glorious plan into action and...

Ended the story, leaving thousands of helpless fans desperate to know...

Just what Ratchet had planned...

Muahahaha...

END

Toshi finished proof reading and simply stared. "That's it?"

Ratchet grinned wickedly, holding up a bright pink scarf and slowly, methodically approaching the now very concerned looking fan girl. "Of course not. The fun is just getting started."

-45 Minutes Later-

Having finally freed herself from the massive scarf, which Ratchet had used to tie her up with, Toshi frantically ran to the phone, dialing 911 as fast as her fingers could move.

"911, what is the nature of your emergency?"

"YOU HAVE TO HELP ME! MY DAUGHTER'S BEEN KIDNAPPED BY GIANT ALIEN ROBOTS!"

Terror gripping her heart, she then noticed what was written on the wall in bright pink marker.

Toshi, don't panic, we've only taken her for ice cream. We promise she'll wear a seat belt and we'll be back in an hour.

Love ya,

The Autobots

"Ma'am? MA'AM. Can you repeat that, I don't think I heard you correctly."

Toshi cleared her throat and spoke to the 911 Operator as calmly as she could.

"Never mind, I thought my daughter had been kidnapped but... Um... She was outside... Thank you, every thing's fine now! Bye!"

Hanging up the phone, Toshi grinned. Oh yes, there would be a sequel. IF the Autobot's survived long enough to type it. Because when they got back, she was going to dismantle them all.