Imanidiot Stories

This is basically a story where I (yes, I will use my real name, just not my last name) am suddenly teleported into the Transformers Prime universe

My name isnt really Angel, but it will be here. The other names i use are the names of real people that are apart of this story. This happened in real life, and i was the main character. So, this is about . . . . . . . . Well, whats the piont in even writing the story if i tell you now? Anyway, there will be swearing involved, EXTREME swearing. If you dont like it, then go away, you're wasting my time. Anywho, shall we continue?

idk what I am doing but here we are

Wait is this twitter?

the thoughts that run through my head need somewhere to go don't they?

Eyyyy >:3

First off, Travis, I didn't kill Stero. Yes, believe me, I really did want to. However, this jerk, Axel, came out of nowhere and told me everything. I had five days. On my way back to the warehouse, I met this boy who I nicknamed Raven. (We're birthday buddies; he's four) His life is pretty much a living hell. I helped him out, especially once I realized how similar he is to me. I asked Echo to help him, after all he is the only way to stop Axel from doing something very bad. And then I died. The End Oh, sorry. Travis should explain the rest. He's better at that than me. Really. Here, Travis, you can explain some. Only every other chapter, though. Have fun. (I'm going to go get some apple pie now.) (Shut up) (Fight me, boi) This cover is from google images because I was all like 'let's look up dark alley pictures'.

the title sums it up.

"why.. why me? why did you think i would be good enough for you..? look at you. rich, handsome, all girl AND boys likes you. so why me?" "because.. your you. George. you're that pretty boy i met on that cafe. your that boy who looks very cute and innocent. fragile even. though your a strong independent man inside. your the peson i fell inlove the moment I laid my eyes on you."

Good evening fellow humans. I am here to tell you that this fanfic I wrote while I was in like 8-9th grade. It's shitty, it's awful, I have no consistency in chapter length, and had litterally no plans for the story. I'm now in college and this is something that keeps me awake at night. I've also just in general abandoned this Wattpad account. :) I'm not sure if you're here to read a story or here to laugh at the story but I will tell you, it will be a ride. I'd suggest going into this with no expectations other than to laugh at it! Now with out further ado the actual description of the story- Camp Creepy the special camp for the special... no it's not one of those camps for the needy teaching them about leadership and kindness. This camp is for the future's serial killers and creepypasta who just need that little push to get them going! Each promising child will be sent a letter from me, the camp director, explaining their situation. So let me delay you no longer and let us begin. sincerely, Camp Creepy's Head Director Mr. Slenderman

Read as I speak the truth I will take REQUESTS. COMMENT YOUR REQUEST. I WILL MAKE SHOUT OUTS SHOUTOUT

hi so this story is requested by @AMuichiroSimp so go follow him/her!

my guide on how to write .

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I accidentally deleted my other book lmao didn't mean too oh well

(working on)