Age of the Animox

Age of the Animox

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Children across the world have woken up to discover that they have drastically changed. Their bodies are massive, semi-robotic, and animalistic. Why? They can't remember. Memories of their old lives have faded away. What they do know is they were created for a purpose, to fight in a war that was never theirs to fight.

Age of the Animox, a Transformers: Prime fanfiction
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Summary

Children across the world have woken up to discover that they have drastically changed. Their bodies are massive, semi-robotic, and animalistic. Why? They can't remember. Memories of their old lives have faded away. What they do know is they were created for a purpose, to fight in a war that was never theirs to fight.

Age of the Animox, a Transformers: Prime fanfiction

Chapter1 (v.1) - Good Morning

Author Chapter Note

Quick note, the cover image is subject to change. This story's been in the back folder for about two years and I have the sense to finally try and go through with it! Each chapter will have an illustration, so I will be posting links here. http://tinyurl.com/gpn9fcj

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 08, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 08, 2017

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It was fortunate that panic was not the emotion that began the day. When she woke up, she expected to be at home, not in the middle of the woods. Home… Where was home? She could not remember her home. She questioned if she even had one. Perhaps this was a dream, just a crazy dream about amnesia. She knew where this dream came from; it had to be from the fear of forgetting. So vivid did this dream feel that it terrified her.

She knew she had a family. There was no doubt there. She had to have come from somewhere. What if she came from nothing? No, snap out of it, that’s insane. Everyone comes from somewhere. Law of matter says that nothing is made from nothing; it has to be from something… or something along those lines. She was matter, a living thing, and therefore she had an origin.

It was time to wake up. If the dream continued, she would linger and wake up too late. School. She went to a school. She had to wake up, to get ready, to eat, make it to the bus. Get out of this dream before it turned into a nightmare. Bad dreams before school would have her disturbed for the rest of the morning, unless she would later forget them. But no, she was too awake now to forget this dream, as it was now being committed to memory.

She was still in the woods. She was awake and still not where she wanted to be. She wondered if this truly was a dream, and she focused on little details like the feeling of the grass and the rugged lines of the tree barks, the sound of the wind and the warmth of the rising sun. She could finally feel her own body, accepting a new reality. She felt heavy and strange, her gut a bit cold. Even her anatomy had changed. She tried to stand, awkwardly upright on her legs, and so fell back down to fours. Her spine no longer supported her that way, and her legs were jointed backwards. Finally, she looked at herself. She was made of blue and black metal. Her hands were clawed. Something else felt wrong; there was something on her back. Two jointed stalks were set up symmetrically behind the shoulders. They could stretch, so she craned her neck around to look at them, those strange limbs that ended in points. The strain in her neck now… She could feel it. Her neck was elongated as well. What else was wrong? Something else about her back, the lower back, specifically her poor spine. A thick tail extended the rest of her.

She spoke, straining the words slowly. Her voice no longer worked as it had before. It did not require air in her lungs and her throat was not sensitive enough to feel the familiar vibrations that had dulled her voice to herself.

“What happened to me?”

She did not expect an answer. A voice behind her said, “No one knows.”

It was a similar creature, in a way. This one had brown fur and pink spots in certain areas of the metallic plating, and no strange limbs on its back. It was much smaller as well, and sounded young and feminine.

“Who are you?”

“Let me go first. Do you remember your old self?”

“No, not… really, I think.”

“So you know you weren’t always like this?”

“Feels like it.” The other just nodded. “Listen, can you tell me what’s going on here? I’m confused.”

The furred creature smiled, rows of fangs white as the clouds above. “I’m not good at explaining things, but I can take you to someone who is. There’s a whole group of us. It’s your choice.”

“My choice? What choice?”

“Fend for yourself, or join the crew.”

“Doesn’t seem like much of a choice.”

The other giggled, which sounded like an assortment of noises hiccupping over each other. “I’m Crocuta. What’s your name?”

“It’s… I don’t know what it is.”

“It’ll come to you, in about ten seconds, probably. For some it takes a while.”

A name did come. It was a familiar name, yet unknown. When she said it, it simply felt right.

“Dracannia.”

“Sticking with the whole dragon theme, huh? Follow me, Dracannia. I know Makzmaj would like to see you.”


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