Finished. If you love corrupted Nightmare Sans, this is the book for you! Also...I didn't make Nightmare Sans! Cover art not mine!

Wake up. Get out of berth. Stay on schedule. There's not much to do as a drone, besides act like the near-mindless soldier everyone thinks you all are, and follow the daily agenda. You'd never known anything different than the dull life you lead, full of abuse and the same things repeated over and over until you died. Then again, you Vehicons don't ever seem to last very long anyways. An event happens that changes your life: an event that allows you to feel emotions, and turn the tides of the war, and fall in . . . love. Primus, save us all. <> <> <> A/N: Agender! Reader! Also, get it? Guns for hands? Like blasters? Get it?

Disclaimer: I DUNT OWN TRANSFORMERS. = = = = = TFP Fanfiction (w/ a little x Predaking) = = = = = "I'm sending you to a place where he won't be able to go after you. They'll take care of you, I promise." "Do you promise?" "I promise." . . . . . . "All hail Y/D, princess of the Decepticons!" "ALL HAIL PRINCESS Y/D!" = = = = = You. The princess of the Decepticons and heir to Megatron's throne. What an elegant, perfect femme seeker you were, getting whatever you desired by the motion of your servo! Unfortunately, that wasn't really the case. After being forced to do something despicable and utterly regrettable to gain the trust of the warlord you barely knew, you escape! But, it was for a shorter period of time than you would have hoped for. Fast forward to the present, you discover your hated family once again. You act as if nothing was a big deal, and life was at its highest point! One mech, your newest friend, knows the real reason though. And once you find the love of your non-existing dreams, things seem like they might, just once, look up for a bit. -WV-

Youth by Glass Animals • You had started out feeling violated. Then, you were forced to have the child of the mech who made you feel that way. Did it get better? Not entirely, much to your dismay. It is rather unfortunate that nothing seems to go as planned for the kind-hearted, or you, at the very least. You had no other options run to, nothing to hide behind, nothing to help protect your newborn but yourself. Would the Autobots have helped you? Not anymore, you thought. To them, you were ruthless and horrible, simply because you wore a different insignia on your chassis. You already swore an oath to the true enemy, so why would you leave? Your sparkling would grow up with villains. Murderers. Destroyers. Or it all appeared that way until your coming to Earth, where you met a special seeker. He became your glimmer of hope. But will he stay that way?

The fate of humanity is at stake between two races of Cybertronians: Autobots and Decepticons. Their war is brought down to Earth and it's up to the Witwicky's descendants to save the world from total destruction. Meanwhile the Witwicky siblings, Sam and (Y/N), are out here to buy their first car- a yellow Camaro. What they didn't expect is for it to /transform/. [MARCH 2022 UPDATE]

(Y/N) sat down. Her day had been full of the impossible. Only one question remains: Is Knockout just grateful, or is there more to it? (TFP fanfiction. I don't own them, and you all own yourselves so.... yeah The first of two books. Want more? Look for Street Racer Darling[S]) Edit - I consider this a "crack-fic", meaning it is FULL of unpracticed writing, mary-sue type dialogue and reactions, ridiculous situations and 'out of character' actions. My writing has greatly developed since SRD, so if you liked this short series feel free to see my progression!

Mournful, to happiness; happiness, to flustered. All I'm wondering is who had captured me after another depressing day of university. All I ask is, "Who has taken me?", " Who are you?", "What do you need in my use?" My questions got the best of me... I am in love; I have found love... To. A. Robot. Cover supplied at: www.deviantart.com