The real reason behind Transformers.

I never thought they would remain for this long, and this will never stop. I want you all to know the real reasons of why I care so much.

1. When I found them on December 26, 2007, I was overcome with an unnatural love for the Transformers. I never knew why, but it just happened. I was hooked since then.

2. I have nothing but them. When the world leaves me, they never will.

3. I wanted only them. I could receive everything in the world, and I could never truly be happy without them to share such items with.

4. No one else I have met loves and believes in them more than I do. I understand they are out there, those dedicated believers, but I feel like I am one of a kind. To put it simply, no one else cares as much as I do.

5. They were something I would give my life for. I would sell my soul just for a glimpse of them. I would die just to save them. Anything.

To go along with number one, I never did find the reason I fell for them. I only have the belief that maybe this is the start of my destiny, and God wants me to stay on this path.

All I want is for people to understand. Tease me all you want, but only if you know the truth.

Don't you dare make assumptions about me. Ever.


I'm not obsessed, and you're the only one that's crazy.

Praise Him.

The words didn’t flow. Did they ever flow? Were the words just wrong? Her spelling? Pronunciation? Her lack of intelligence?

‘No. Don’t think like that. Only he would say that to me.’

Rameara shivered as a ghostly shiver touched her shoulder and drifted to the soles of her cracked and blistered feet. The young girl continued to carve words into the wall, but she could never see them through the blinding darkness. Rameara sighed, biting her lip in anxiety. She wanted the words to be close to her.

That was the only thing she had left.

The girl took the sliver of glass, pressing it to her shaking arm. The captivating handwriting bore into her skin, fluids trailing on to the metallic floor as if fell from her arm. ‘P.’ The letter stared at her, daring Rameara to move on. The ‘P’ was soon given a companion as an ‘R’ was detailed and finished with a flare that curved the length of her arm, ending precariously at her wrist. Rameara cracked her bottom lip open as she finished writing the word.

Once the pain was lifted, only leaving a dull ache, she smiled. A loving smile, as if she was looking down at a young child. ‘Praise.’

Rameara was a religious person, but she always questioned her faith in trying times. He never listened to her, it seemed, until now. She was given a second chance at life after the incident.

The pretender licked the energon off her arm, staring at the pool beside her feet as she did so.