Just a little bit sorry but not really

you are a kid. you are a human being living on earth. you think you are existing in a world that is relatively normal. giant alien robots show up. all right that’s cool i guess. they are looking for resources and artefacts on your planet because they have been on planet earth before but like millions of years ago which is how their resources and artefacts arrived on earth in the first place to be dug up and shit. ok cool i guess that’s pretty neat. you learn about the alien’s mythology about their god creator Primus and the first thirteen Primes, and the battle against Primus’ brother named Unicron who was the god of chaos and destruction. ok interesting! you love learning about other cultures, and learning about the cultures of people from another planet has gotta be the coolest thing ever right?

and then the world looks, feels and sounds like it’s about to end. the ancient prophecy that was foretold millions upon millions of years ago on cybertron is being fulfilled. your planet is fucking toast. it is all about to end.

you learn that Unicron himself is the core of your planet. the chaos god who wants nothing more than destruction and death is the only reason that Earth exists. the core of planet earth is not magma, but rather dark energon, the most evil substance known to cybertronians, that can kill them, make them go insane and entirely corrupt their soul to the point where Unicron himself can just raise you from the dead whenever he feels like it and posses your body. and it’s also capable of making inanimate earthen technology come to life (and try to kill you).

unicron has been asleep the entire time that life has existed on his body, and when he starts to wake up, he learns about the life on his body, the earth that he has become, and he thinks that the plants and animals and humans on his body are nothing more than parasites to be exterminated. his own children. father earth himself wants you dead. he doesn’t like you. he doesn’t want to have you on his body anymore. he wants to commit the most fucked up and disastrous abortion known to man, and how could you possibly stop him?

eventually his soul goes back into a slumber, and then eventually it is trapped inside an unbreakable prison chamber for all eternity or some bullshit.

It would have been so perfect to delve into the really freaky and disturbing lore that humans created across the world...

And found out it was real.

Not just King Arthur and Merlin, but the faint remains of Atlantis, the echoes of mad laughter from a revelry in ancient forests, the fox messengers of Inari traveling everywhere, strange and terrible shapes twisting beneath the ocean waves or off the coast of the Diego Garcia base, ghost towns filled with decrepit homes and buildings with the odd sense between hope and despair as they wait, national statues or ancient sculptures that are actually once living people and beings but transformed into marble and rock and sleeping until they feel the brush of the Matrix or the Allspark, wide and empty stretches of road with no one else and GPS glitches along with time (minutes that go on forever, every so slowly, painfully) as they pass the same canyon formation or homemade sign over and over and over-

I live and love the Other aus too much to give them up, so-

Give me a Mikaela Banes who has become a Dragon herself with the blessings by a Primordial (the Great Shadow, Carnage Incarnate, Unmaker's Mirror) that devoured worlds and remade them as she's the one that offered herself as tribute upon their altar.

Give me a Sam Witwicky who has seen the universe in all of its terrible and wicked glory, beastly and divine in the transcendent music that the Allspark weaves in its own song in the grand orchestra -he has seen, he has heard, and he cannot help but remember snippets beneath the breeze that rustles the trees and the soft patter of rain upon his bedroom window and haunts all his dreams and every waking moment because, despite his vocal adamance, he can never return to normalcy.

Give me Judy Taylor that tries to outrun the monsters in her family's shadows and the ghosts that howl for vengeance and protection in her childhood home by eloping with a Ron Witwicky with a similar madness in his own bloodline.

Give me a William Lennox whose luck is too uncanny, too fortuitous, especially in hindsight, as he feels the very signs his own grandmother would foretell as she hangs trinkets in the branches and leaves sweets on the porch.

asuka masamune i would die for you.