"Megatron... Soundwave... Anyone copy?". Every piston tensed up as nothing but static pierced my receptors. "Megatron... Soundwave... Starscream... Does anybody back at the Nemesis copy?" I repeated with more clarity, only the same irritating static came through. "Ok, let's see if I can figure out where I am instead..." I sighed as I clicked the comm-link off and opened a panel on my right arm. Satellite map readings were showing as much static visually as my comms were audibly while every vital sign was blipping in critical red. "Scrap..." I muttered as I closed the panel. My glitchy optic made identifying where I was on Earth useless, but immediate surroundings were doable. Something quietly thudded on the burnt dirt over to my right. A... Predacon?! No... the thing doesn't appear to look mechanical at all. Shockwave had the only three back at the warship! But if that was the case... and this creature only in stories and legends I'm seeing right in front of me wasn't the work of my hallucinating mind and damaged processor... "𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑?" Authors Note: This is a story about a lesser-developed section of the Main Story to my OC and @ShibaraOndiscord's OC. This book is just a little side adventure for that one, so don't expect this book to be long. (But if any reader would want this book to become something more, go right on ahead and message me and I'll do my best to respond). ALSO: since this AU is more like a Cybertronian, normal body parts are named differently (ex: [Head=Helm] or [Eye=Optic]), but I will write it as Head/Helm so you can decide whichever term you would prefer to use.

"Des" by this point had been hopping between universes for a good while. While it wasn't exactly by his own accord that he was doing so, it always had him doing something at least. Before being driven into the darkness he had more than a plethora of different worlds he had been to with an even larger array of stories that he could have told about them. Let's take a glimpse at some of these different moments and tales from his travels that have yet to have been told! [This is not going to be a full-on book with every chapter going into great detail or anything, so don't expect any remarkable or groundbreaking ideas and writing here... Most (or probably all) Images used for this book are not my own. I'll try to list the credit of the image of where I originally found it. If there are no names listed for credit, it due to me being unable to find them]

He didn't know what was going to happen then... the night that his family's car mysteriously became a burning wreak and a crack appearing above him in the sky. After a 2 figures appearing, one saving him from the other, he was brought through the rift into a whole new world. The thing was though, this one world he was dropped into was only the first and was far from being his final... Ezra Alastair or better known as "Destroid" is an OC I have put the most thought, maybe complexity if you want to say into Here is a "simplified" version of his adventure throughout the multiverse. There are slight changes to the storylines of each universe that he has traveled to. All rights and artworks go to their respective owners and/or companies (This includes Naruto, Pokémon, etc). After I finish the "simplified" backstory, if this story gets enough reads (or votes if you feel like doing so), I could eventually find the time to make a fully detailed story spanning many books covering Destroid's entire backstory from his point of view. Also, shoutout to @shibaStory for the cover art! I definitely recommend heading over to read her stories as well! ((This book is going to get revised, so expect that eventually))

Was it their blinding stubbornness and determination to do good for their world? Being pure of heart? Being the symbol of hope for all to look up to? Or maybe... was it just having the power to change one's own destiny or even fate for the better? "What is it that makes one a hero?" It was a question they were caught between with no definitive answer. Separated from everything by the inherent dark danger, yet still bound to reality from an outside means unknown... A person whose name even they themselves had forgotten moved past their former days to now roam across the troubled multiverse, lurking behind its deepest shadows in a dead-status solitude. After being left crippled in another world infested with "trainable" dragons of copious and dangerous variety, they're going to have to survive as they learn how to even do so. Not only this, but their very presence now places a timer on the existence of the world and those inhabiting within it as H̸̳̫͖̜̮͔͋͝ȩ̵̭̟̹̰͍̈̋̈́̕ ̷̥̙̟̩̰̌́̏̓͆́́͜ͅc̴̡̛̜̯̰̜̰̣̾̌́̿̀ǫ̴̗͗͆̕͝m̵͎͓̻͎̾ê̴̬̑̍́̈́s̴̰͈͑̍̈́̎̂̊... If this foreign figure does nothing, then they alongside all that is or that will ever be shall succumb to corrupted annihilation. But, maybe not everything is the lost cause they perceive it to be. If something can help them find what they had thought to have died long ago, then there might be a re-emergence of a lost hope...