I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS, HASBRO DOES. I OWN NONE OF CANON CHARACTERS YOU SEE AND IF I MAKE AN OC CHARACTER THAT ENDS UP HAVING A CANON NAME LATER ON IN A SERIES OR SOMETHING I'M SORRY

I'M DOING THIS IN CAPS TO CATCH YOUR ATTENTION WITHOUT USING BOLD BECAUSE THE FONT AGAINST PURE WHITE HURTS MY EYES AND ITS MIDNIGHT HERE SO BITE ME I'M SORRY

IF I END UP UPDATING MY NEWEST STORY ON HERE, Gone, IT WILL BE SPORADIC, AS I HAVE EXPLAINED IN THE STORY IF YOU READ THE AN THAT HURT MY EYES WHEN I TYPED IT UP. I WILL CONTINUE TO EXPLAIN IN LATER CHAPTERS IF ANYONE ENDS UP LIKING IT AND I'M SORRY YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS MONSTROSITY OF A PROFILE I MADE IT WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN DON'T JUDGE ME

I WILL PROBABLY END UP DELETING EVERYTHING EXCEPT THIS SMALL NOTICE AND START ALL OVER I'M SO SORRY ALL THIS CAPS MUST BE HURTING YOUR INSIDE-HEAD VOICE

I WAS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING ELSE BUT I FORGOT

OH WAIT YEAH THE PICTURES I USE FOR MY PROFILE AND STORY COVER PICTURE THING I DON'T OWN THE ONLY PICTURES YOU MIGHT SEE THAT I WILL TAKE CREDIT FOR IS THE BLACK CAT, THE LADYBUG ON A CAR WINDOW AND THE SMALL COMIC THING WITH THE THREE OVERSIZED HEADS I DREW WHEN I WAS TWELVE PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME ON THAT I'VE GOTTEN SO MUCH BETTER (and worse at the same time how is that possible?)AT DRAWING SINCE THEN ALL THE OTHER PICTURES GO WHERE CREDIT IS DUE I JUST FOUND THEM OFF GOOGLE IMAGES I SWEAR I DON'T KNOW WHO DREW THE OTHER PICTURES THANK YOU HAVE A GOOD NIGHT OR DAY OR WHEREVER YOU ARE IF YOU ARE IN NARNIA TELL ASLAN I SAID HI

Previously known as: Fandom Jumping Expert, Captured Spirits, Falling Storm, Faded Stripe, StormxRaven (those were horrible names what was I thinking Gavoot the Scoot is much better) *Has no life I'm sobbing*

Hey everything I previously had made my profile really long...anyone know any little rhymes or tongue twisters I can post on here? Or inspirational quotes or good story starters you want to share with the world? PM me and I'll give credit where it is due!

The only story I'll probably write on this site (not counting the monstrosity that is Fire Against Water urgh, I shudder just typing out the title):

Gone.

Katherine had always said she didn't care if she died. But that was assuming she would live out a full life first, not before she even became an adult. Now she's been thrust into a world where she's neither dead nor alive, unable to really help anyone except these giant metal beings that can transform into everyday Earthen vehicles. She's supposed to help these things? How can she do that when A, they don't know anything about her, much less the fact she was sent by someone who was technically a god to them, B, she's technically not even supposed to exist, and C, Just about the entire universe is hell-bent on keeping her from getting that tiny necklace into the large, red and blue one's hand? Oh, wait. That's just the other metal alien things that have red eyes and would like to very much destroy Earth. At least, that's what the charm on the necklace is telling her. What's a poor girl who just died supposed to do? Ignore this I'm rewriting this summary because it has nothing to do with the story anymore.

Status: Uncomplete. Two chapters written. May or may not turn into a series of drabbles; otherwise will either be abandoned, or put up for adoption if anyone is interested. Do not expect updates; will be sporadic. No set schedule.

No other stories set to come out anytime soon, so no holding your breath. Don't want to have to perform CPR or something.

You guys can go back to your lives, now :)

-Gavoot will now Scoot