Disclaimer on 1st chapter.

When I started to come around. I felt like I been run over by a semi truck, a few dozen times. Let's just say, I never wanted to do that again. Okay...where the hell am I now? I wondered as I reluctantly looked around at my surroundings. The question that haunts me, do I really want to know where I am?

Let's see...there is this very pale lavender blue light that was glowing inside this metal like sphere, I was currently inside of. This light was helping me to see my suroundings a bit better. The only logical thing I can think of, was that this light was from my. This color must be what my new eyes are. I really should say optics, since I'm no longer human. I'm really going to have to get use to my new body. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I sort of miss my old body right about now.

Okay, I'm currently inside a strange round metal like sphere, with wires wrapped around me supporting me comfortably. My armor appears to be a bright burgundy color, with silver by the looks of it. Seems my finger joints matches that of a seeker's, since I have the sharp claw like fingers. I just hope wasn't a seeker since I really, really hated heights, and especially flying. I also kept seeing this strange screen in the corner of my optics.

Thank what ever high force of power in the universe, that when I was human, I had one real friend, who was a huge transformers fan. My friend taught me how to read and write cybertronian. Only reason why we did it, was so that we could pass secret notes back and forth to one another during class, without getting into serious trouble with our teachers. Was really helpful during tests and quizzes.

However I could just bearly read the small message. I believe it said, very low energon. Well isn't that just my luck, I was in need of energon. Let's see...how my day is going shall we? First, I died in a terrible car accident. Secondly Primus just dropped me into this new life, without a single warning or heads up, so I just been reborn as a baby cybertronian. Thirdly I was now trapped in this thing-a-ma-jiggy or whatever this damn thing was. That I was connected too, until someone or something fucking finds me, and lastly I have no idea who will be my new parents or creators are or would be! FanFiction stories can only help up to a point, but no way to tell how true those stories were or are.

DAMN YOU PRIMUS! I cursed loudly in my head hoping he heard me. Knowing my luck he could hear me, since he would be watching over me. Just to make sure, that I don't do something stupid. I can only hope someone finds me soon.

I just hope it's an Autobot, and not a Decepticon. Though with my bitter memories of my human life...I might just end up as a Decepticon. I then sigh as I tried to picture who my new parents will be. Let's just say not all the images, that through my head or processor were very good ones. Some of the images, almost made me scream in horror. Soon I was pulled out of my thoughts, when the sphere I was in, suddenly started rolling violently without any warnings. I was rolling as well as slightly bouncing down, what I believe might have been a very steep hill. It was also gaining speed. I was screaming my head off in terror, as I was sent spinning wildly inside the rolling and bouncing sphere, I was unfortuanetly inside of.

YOU ARE ONE VERY EVIL, SORRY SON OF GLITCHY MOTHER BOARD OF A TRASH COMPACTOR, PRIMUS! I screamed wildly inside my head, throughout the entire ride of terror and hell. I could feel whatever was in my tanks threatening to come up. Mostly due from the way, that I was spinning around, so wildly inside this metal death trap. Had I still been human, I would have already been sick, and then some.

SOMEONE, ANYONE, JUST MAKE IT STOP! FOR THE LOVE OF PRIMUS, MAKE IT STOP PLEASE! I screamed frantically inside my head. After Primus knows how long I been sent spinning. the sphere eventually slowed to a stop, and eventually I stopped spinning so wildly inside this sphere.

This just wasn't my day! Only positive side about this whole ordeal was that I had gotten the chance too see my human father again. Soon the sphere very slowly started to inch foreward again. My optics widen again, most likely in terror as they watered. I gave out a loud whine of distress.

Oh no, not again...Please not again! PRIMUS, YOU BASTARD, DON'T YOU DARE! I thought as I tried desperately, too get the sphere to inch backwards, away from whatever ledge this sphere was resting on. However I was not so lucky, since this just wasn't my day. I was soon screaming once more, as the sphere rolled violently foreward again, and I was sent spinning all over again. Somewhere I bet Primus, was laughing his head off, as my human father was most likely screaming at him. Give him hell for me, Dad!

The sphere eventually stopped, just as I heard the sounds of fighting and yelling. By now I was super dizzy, and felt like puking all over something. Soon the sphere felt like it was yanked up off the ground, before it started bouncing as though someone was running with the sphere in their arms. Worse part about this whole ordeal, was that the sphere was sort of sound proff, so I couldn't actually hear what was being said or who was talking very well.

It all sounded muffled, as though someone was trying to talk, with a mouth full of marshmellos or something along those lines. If I wasn't feeling sick before, I sure was now. I was now bouncing violently, and being shaken inside this metal death trap, I found myself in. If I ever go back to Matrix, or well of all sparks, Primus was so going to get his shiny metal ass or aft kicked! Also the sphere, felt like it was being tossed around a few times, since I was sent spiraling around again inside this damn sphere a few times. Yep, I am so going to be sick after this.

Eventually all noise of fighting, had stopped before softer voices were heard. The sphere had finally stopped moving, thank Primus. The annoying screen popped back up again in my vision, saying very low on energon, warning emergency stasis lock will occure in-Gah! I can't tell what it reads after that. I feel so fucking sick right now, that reading was not helping my situation at the moment.

Was I in the care of the Autobots or was I in the care of the Decepticons? I wondered nervously as my tanks twisted and turned. Yep, I'm going to be sick.

To Be Continued...