Transformers Animated is for real!

Off the space we go with a title that does not make sense, wee!

I am tired of telling how much of a outcast I am.

So I am taking the oath of 'no-more-talking-about-cry-baby-outcast-past-in-school-throughout-my-adventure'.Anyhow Alice finally agreed to help me return to my universe.This version of Transformers Animated is way too unfamiliar,where  I am not quite familiar to,for a transfan to be taken in.Heck, I wrote a Shattered Glass story that is in a rough draft phrase in my mind of this universe.Wouldn't it be weird to be in a universe you decided to start writing in--but never got past chapter 3 at each time it is redone--that now you can see the canon version?

Yes, I think that would be too surreal for someone who is a fangirl and not afraid to squeal their life away.

"So we  need Icecream to get outta here?" I ask.

"Mostly." Alice said, with a nod.

"That's a first." I said. "Naturally, in most Transformer Animated Fanfics, the Techno-Organic gals never go Starscream for help."

"Unlike those fanfics we have a Lugnut." Alice said. "One who loves to paint."

I gasp.

"Really?" I ask.

"Really." Alice said, nodding.

It makes sense since Lugnut usually faced Bulkhead in Transformers Animated.

"What is Lugnut's theme color?" I ask.

Alice sported one of a kind grin.

"Take a guess, any guess." Alice said.

I didn't have to be play the pause card.

"Strawberry, peanut, apple, orange, grape." I guessed.

"No." Alice said.

"Tell me!" I plead.

"Jack O-Lantern." Alice said.

I stare at Alice.

"You gotta be kidding." I said.

"Not at all." Alice said. "I detect you have a spark."

"Well, the Allspark took me in then  changed me to a Techno-Organic." I explained.

Alice made a little  'hmm' looking at me ever so skeptically and narrows her illuminous green eyes towards me. The eye changing direction reminded me strongly of a argument going on between Good and Evil on Alice's shoulders similar to a very iconic cartoon that usually airs on Boomerang these days.To be specific on the cartoon name that is Tom and Jerry. Then her eyes stopped changing directions returning to their normal size

"Hold your hand out." Alice requests.

I held my right hand out.

"Good." Alice said, as her hand's skin metal retracted to reveal a crystal like sphere in the palm of his hand. "Hold still." She turns my hand over.Alice discharged a large electrical blast of prickling hot energy into my hand. The pain is so terrible an average human would have cried.But did I cry?Nope, no way could I cry in front of a 50 year old. "...Oh, so you don't have energy blasters."

I snatch my hand outta Alice's hand.

"Ah ha!"  I said, covering the bleeding wound. "You thought I have a similar design like many Techno-Organics!"

So Techno-Organic girls wearing dresses by other artists isn't the only cliche thing. 

"There's usually energy blasters implanted into hands." Alice said.

"Except mine." I said.

"You're a strange exception to that." Alice notes, turning towards the door. "This ship has a room for dysfunctional and discarded inventions."