I seriously would like the universe not to make the terrible mistake with me.I get up from the bed feeling quite new to being in a hospital bed.I grabbed my space suit then pressed a small rounded green button near the collar.The suit folded up into a small pocket sized version of itself. I tightly hold the small folded suit in my left hand. I grabbed a pair of new clothes--and snipped off the tags using some scissors--then grabbed a new pair of tagless underwear, new socks, and went straight into the bathroom grabbing a pink headband that was on the counter.
I put on the pink headband.
"Yes!" I squeal loudly. "It fits!"
I probably squealed so loudly all the people outside stopped ever so briefly sharing a glance towards the door,then they resumed walking.
"Wow." I said."That was kind of loud."
I take off the headband placing it on the side of the bathroom sink.I put the small miniature square folded suit lay underneath the pink headband. I closed the bathroom door.I get dressed into my new clothes that smell pretty good. For starters; a Transfan like me wouldn't have considered the hospital room to have a spare pair of clothes in the bottom of the closet complete with new shoes that did not have shoelaces. I mean this is kind of crazy enough that I may be in a movie similar to the one where this kid has a golden ticket which brings him into a movie that has a actor who's last name I can't spell right.
I go through my wild short hair using a pink comb.
"The advantage to not growing my hair out." I said. "No curls to mess with."
When I was younger; my mom combed my long hair and there was tough curls in it. I decided to end that painful war-fare between brush and hair by cutting my hair; myself. It was really worth it using the scissors in the bathroom.I still believe to this day it had been the best decision.I put on my new hoody--which is gray--then tug the zipper down to right below my chest that shows a yellow part of the 'w' on the black shirt.This black shirt is a turtleneck with long sleeves reaching down to my wrist. The 'w' reminds me of the design on Prowl's earth mode motorcycle chestplating.It seemed to me that maybe my arrival into Transformers Animated was meant to happen. Yet not in the one I am familiar to.
My stomach makes a low rumble.
I look down towards my stomach.
"Hungry little fella?" I ask my stomach. I get another low rumble from my stomach. "Then get ready for hospital food."
I take off the wrapping around my head and drop the white wrapping into the trash can. I put on the pink headband.I place the card sized folded spacesuit into my jean pocket.I pick up my hospital clothes that were balled up into a bundle then open the door to the bathroom and went out. Well, more like slid out to be accurate.My shoes squeaked sliding across the metal floor while headed towards the bed.For some reason the floor had become slippery that it sent me falling on the bed.My stomach made another grumble so impatient to eat it could not wait while I was being really clumsy.
"All right, all right, all right." I repeat, helping myself up. I dropped the clothes on the bed. "I will eat."
I saw two packages of jelly on the the table across from the bed.
My stomach growls.
"You want it that badly." I said, with a roll of an eye.
I slid forwards until stopping against the table.
Well I actually grabbed a handle to prevent myself from sliding out the hospital through the really large window.This handle is part of the table counter. I could see a clipboard with a blue glowing screen complete with words.In the place of my name was 'Ivy Jane doe'.Anger spread through my face,my hands grew tight on the handle, and my teeth felt like they could become fangs similar to werewolves.I take off the card that was around my neck.
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Transformers Animated is for real!
FanfictionHave a dream of a dead robot tell you "Don't change. Be who you are."and then, probably months later, after the show is canceled; try waking up in Transformers Animated. A show that captured the imaginations of many Transfans, united people at some...
