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dragons-socks · 4 years ago

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Baby Bumblebee chptr 2

Bumblebee woke up inside Ironhide. He was paralyzed with confusion and fear until the morning’s findings came back to him. He was human, smaller than Sam even. He ran his fingers against the leather of his comrade. It was smooth, but also had small textures where the seams of the seats were. Such a small detail the autobot usually doesn’t notice. Did his own seats feel like this? Lennox asked how he was feeling, but how could he explain to the human how lost he was. How could he put into words he couldn’t use that he didn’t know what to do?

He already knew Optimus didn’t want him, and while Ironhide was trying to explain what Lennox had earlier, it just made his chest ache. It took so long for them to reach Lennox’s house. He could have done it faster in his alt form. A form that was gone, along with everything else. Bee tried to get out of Ironhide but his legs were still weak and Lennox had to pull him out. It was humiliating and Bee couldn’t help but feel his eyes burn and feel wet at the same time.

“Bee, you remember Sarah, right?” Lennox asked, gesturing to his wife. Bee did remember the woman. She was nicer than Sam’s parents at least.

“Welcome to the family, Bumblebee.” The way she said that. The way she smiled and tried to touch his hair. The way that everyone just decided this is where he was going to be without him. His eyes started to leak and soft hics and huffs pushed past his mouth. Bee stumbled away, hiding behind the large wheels of Ironhide.

The mech gently transformed into his biped form and shielded the kid from the humans.

Bee chirped and tsked and tried to talk to the autobot. He wanted to go back to Optimus. He promised he wouldn’t get underfoot. He would even help Ratchet without complaining. He can be useful still.

“I can’t understand you anymore, Bee.” Ironhide said solemnly. “But I can guess. And I promise by the All Spark, I will not leave you.”

Lennox was back by Bee’s side coaxing him into his house and onto a couch that he shouldn’t be able to fit on. Bee sat there, curled up in a soft yellow blanket and cloths that didn’t quite fit him. He could hear Lennox and Sarah talking in their kitchen as the wife made food.

“We can’t just harbor a child, Will. So what’s your plan?” Sarah asked in a hushed whisper, but still loud enough for the autobot to hear.

“We’ve got people drawing up paperwork so anyone looking too hard will just find a kid that we’ve adopted. That’s the hard part, and it’s being taken care of.” Lennox replied.

“The hard part? The hard part is getting him culturized as a human. To get him into a school, and accustomed to our world on such an intimate level. The hard part is making sure we understand him, Will. At least as a giant robot he had the ability to use the radio as his voice.” Sarah ran a hand down her face.

“You don’t give Sam credit enough of showing Bumblebee human culture.” Lennox tried to lighten the mood, but Sarah wasn’t having it.

“Are we changing his name?” She asked.

“What?” Lennox jeered back. “Why would we change his name?”

“It’s Bumblebee, like an insect. Who is going to believe someone named their child after an insect?” Sarah shook her head.

“If Jay-Z adn Beyonce can name their kid ‘Blue Ivy’. Bumblebee can keep his name. Plus it’s not like he’s an actual eight year old. He just looks eight. He’s got tough skin.” Lennox shook his head. “You’re worrying too much, babe. It’ll work out in the end, just take it one day at a time. Just like we do with Annabell.”

Bumblebee huddled further into his nest in the corner of the couch. He tried to tune out the conversation in the kitchen and watch the television. The house soon filled with a strange sent. Bee beeped with urgency rolling off the couch and running to the humans, tugging on Lennox’s pant leg to get him to leave his house with his wife and kid. Something was trying to poison them!

“What’s up, Bee?” Lennox asked, not seeming to be alarmed by the sent. So Bee touched his nose, looking around, trying to get the message across. “Yeah, it does smell good. Sarah’s almost done making dinner.”

Be turned to Sarah as she put piles of steaming things onto plates and brought them to the table. While most of the smell stayed in the kitchen, the plates also carried the same scent. Which meant Sarah was either trying to kill everyone. Or this was a weird human thing.

“Come sit down, Bee.” Sarah patted a chair on their small kitchen table. He shuffled to the chair and had to sit on his knees to be able to see and reach everything properly. He watched as Sarah and Lennox began eating with the small silver things. He copied them, but found it was a lot harder than he thought as he fisted the fork and stabbed it into the meal. Once on the fork he watched as the others chomped down and mashed it up with their teeth and jaws.

The sensation was weird, hot and inside him. It turned into a sort of paste that wasn’t enjoyable to feel at all, but the taste was nice. It coated his tongue and made him feel happy. But after a while of chewing he grew bored. He couldn’t tell what was aking their food vanish and make room for more? Until his mouthful got close to the back of his throat, which convulsed automatically and the food vanished. Bee dropped his fork and started to panic.

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s normal, kid. It’s called eating.” Lennox was by his side in a moment, patting his back as Bee tried to couch his heart out. Bee let out shrieks and hisses, clinging to the man. Once he calmed down Lennox tried to return him to his dinner, but Bee outright refused to eat. It was a terrible experience. His stomach even growled and roared with unwant.

“You gotta eat, kid.” Bee shook his head, baring his teeth and growling at his food along with his stomach.

“Bumblebee, you’re tummy is trying to tell you that it needs more.” Sarah crotched down next to the child. “I promise it gets better. And you’ll feel better once you eat.” Bee shook his head again, looking away from the plate.

“I’ll let you see Sam if you eat.” Lennox said. Sam? Bee blinked, cocking his head. “Yeah, you can hang out with him and Mikaela.” Bee nodded and took another bite of the food. He didn’t want to let it down his throat but Lennox’s continual promise that this is how it worked quelled some of Bee’s anxieties. It took a whole hour to finish the plate. At the end, Bee didn’t exactly feel better, but he did feel less tired.

That was when Annabell was dropped off by the babysitter.

“Oh, it’s nice to see you home, Captain Lennox.” The girl, about Sam’s age, waved as Lennox was pulling Bumblebee out of a kitchen cabinet.

“Hello, Kasey. Thanks again for looking after Annabell.” Lennox approached, Bee held like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Bumblebee chittered and tried to crawl out of his capture, almost kicking Lennox in the face.

“Who’s the kid?” Kasey narrowed her eyes at the eight year old.

“A friend of mine passed. We’ve decided to look after the kid in his absence.” Lennox explained.

“Sure, just know I take double for any additions.” She threatened before kneeling down. “Byebye Annabell. See ya, later.”

“Byebye Kasey.” Annabell laughed before turning to her dad. “Who’s that?”

“This is Bumblebee, Baby girl. He’s gonna be living with us.”

“Like the car? Vroom?” She looked at the boy, who looked down at her and made rumbling noises in his chest.

“Sort of, yeah. Why don’t you go put your stuff away in your room and you two can play before bed time?” She nodded and grabbed her bag, running to her room. Be gave an irritated chirp. He didn’t want to play with a baby human. He wanted to go into the tiny dark closet and be alone. He wanted to be with Sam. He wanted to be with Optimus and the others, but that wasn’t going to be an option. “Just be nice. And don’t make her cry.” Lennox warned.

Sarah came out of her room with a hand full of toys, dropping them down in the middle of the living room before grabbing onto Bumblebee and pulling him to sit with her around the pile. She picked up each one and explained them and what she named them. Bee didn’t really care about the multitudes of plastic human females or the tiny plastic horses. He did, however, find a set of tiny cars. There was a yellow car, with white stripes and one of the wheels was missing. He picked it up and looked at it.

“And you can be the boy.” Annabell thrusted a doll into Bee’s face. He made a few chirps, lifting up the toy car. “No, we’re playing house, not cars.” Annabell pouted.

Bee pushed the human toy away and grabbed the car. He didn’t want to pretend to be a human. He was already one, and it wasn’t fun. He wanted to be a car. He said as much in his huffs and tsks. The smaller child didn’t understand morse code, not like her dad.

“No, you can��t be a car!” Annabell shouted, yanking the toy from his hands. He felt his fists ball up, but he wasn’t allowed to hurt humans. Optimus would surely never take him back if he broke that rule. So he took deep breathes like he sees Lennox do when dealing with the twins or his own men. “You have to be the human!”

Bumblebee chirped angrily, ignoring the girl and picking the car back up. She stomped her foot and snatched the car once again, forcing the doll into Bumblebee’s hand and threw the car down the hall so hard another wheel popped off. Bumblebee stood there, glaring at the stupid human doll. It was tiny, and frail, almost as humans were to Bee just a day ago. He looked at the girl and threw the toy as she did the car. It hit the corner of the wall and it’s head popped off. The girl start to wail, but Bee didn’t care. He stormed out of the house and climbed into Ironhide’s passenger side.

“I can’t take you anywhere, kid.” Ironhide said, sending a text to Lennox that Bee was safe with him if the man was looking. Bee nodded, letting out a string of wobbling chirps. He just wanted to be away from the other humans. He didn’t have to be elsewhere. Bee didn’t stay alone for long. Lennox pulled open the door, an angry look on his face.

“I said not to make her cry, Bumblebee.” Lennox’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was angry. Bee didn’t turn to the human. She was the one who threw the car first, so Bee could just claim he thought that was the game they were playing. He knew it was a lie, but what did he care? “I know you know not to throw things. You aren’t an actual child. Why did you do it.”

She did it first. Morse code took a long time to spell out, each letter having to be chirped out one at a time. It almost made Bee miss his binary-talk when his vocoder had first broken.

“She is a child.” Lennox’s arms were crossed. Bee shrunk down at that, holding his knees tighter to his body but still not turning to look at the captain. “What made you think that breaking the toys was okay?”

I don’t want to be a human. Bee chittered.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you have to be a brat.” Lennox was still angry.

I don’t want to be a human and I don’t want to pretend-play a human. I just wanted the stupid toy car, and she doesn’t know morse code. And she was the one to throw it first. I - Bee trailed off after that, his eyes were leaking again. I’m sorry

Lennox relaxed, uncrossing his arms and running a hand down his face. He leaned more casually against Ironhide’s door frame. The mech rumbled his engines to send soothing vibrations to the kid in his seat.

“You’ve been having a rough day, huh Bee?” Lennox’s voice was soft, like he used back in the hospital and to get Bee to continue to eat. It rumbled like an engine, but was smooth and silk-like all the same. Bee nodded into his knees. He took a deep breath. “I’ll be back in a second.”

Bee relaxed a little bit as the human left. He smashed his face into Ironhide’s cool seats and let the soft rumbling lull him into a drowsy state. The mech didn’t say his concerns out loud, letting his thoughts text out to Lennox so Bee wouldn’t be so frightened and stressed. And Ironhide was no medic, but he was around Ratchet long enough to understand and make a few theories on his own. Bumblebee usually acted childish, and could be rash at time, but never like this. If the chemicals of a human child flowed through him, he could very well have the emotional outlook and developlement of what this body allowed him to have. In other words, if Bee’s body was eight, he might have the emotional mentality of his body.

Lennox came back, opening up the driver’s door and getting in.

“We’re going for a drive.” Lennox said, and Ironhide revved up his engine and pulled out of the house. Bee didn’t make any move to acknowledge the man, but as the minutes grew longer and the silence stretched one, it was either find himself falling asleep or engage with the human.

Where are we going?

“Just one a ride, kid.”

They didn’t get back to the house until the moon was already high in the sky, and Bee was this side of staying conscious. Lennox helped him through the house and back onto the couch, making a list of everything they needed to get for the kid to be comfortable. But that was a job for tomorrow.

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winter-is-lost · 4 years ago

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TRANSFORMERS : CAR ROBOTS / RiD 2000

Ultra Magnus x human! female! reader oneshot (yep I decided to turn it into a oneshot)

Please all credits to Transformers belong to Hasbro and Idw and whichever company was responsible for this series.

I do not own Transformers (as much as I wish I did, I don't...I'm not that rich XD sooooo, yeaaaa)

Y/n = Your name

L/n = Last name

---kinda fluff that might lead to slighttttt angst---

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{ 3rd person's P.O.V. }

Ultra Magnus shook his head with slight disapproval.

You were reckless, extremely reckless. Climbing the tallest trees without giving any second thought as to how you'd be able to climb back down, skateboarding along the highway admist speeding cars and most of all, being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The latter, being the reason how you two met in the first place.

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The day started out like normal, just how any other day would. It felt like a good enough day to go bike riding outside near the forest area, so that's what you did.

Ultra Magnus was doing what he usually did, watching the Autobot brothers fight against the Predacons. Since it was just the Predacons he didn't feel the need to interfere, besides the brothers were handling them quite well. The ruckus they were creating though succeeded in gaining your attention as you happened to be passing nearby that place.

Pulling the brakes on your bike you looked around trying to locate the source of all the chaos before you confirmed it's origin. Any other person would have thought of booking it outta there, but then again you weren't just 'any other person', you were Y/n L/n. With a determined look in your eyes you tightened your hold on the bike's handles and started making your way towards all the chaos.

Big mistake. Those were the only words running through your mind as you stayed there, frozen on the spot and staring up at the ginORMOUS ROBOTS FIGHTING EACH OTHER.

Thankfully, due to your small size as a human, they didn't notice you standing there admist their fight. Not so thankfully though, that became a problem the moment the Autobot brothers moved out of the way to avoid getting hit by their lasers, lasers that came charging towards your direction.

The Autobot brothers chased after the Predacons as you tried to move out of the lasers' path, emphasis on 'tried to'. You had ended up stumbling due to the sudden movement and watched as the lasers got closer, before covering your head with your arms and screaming bloody murder.

Ultra Magnus, on the other hand saw this as his optics widened. 'What in the world is a human doing over there?!', he quickly brushed aside that thought and rushed towards you, speeding up to make it to you.

As he reached you, no time was wasted by him in grabbing you in his servos and bringing you to close to keep you safe while he flew away from the blast radius of the lasers.

Upon reaching a safe distance he placed you down on the forest ground, as he tried to examine you over for any injury before his optics met your eyes in a staring contest. He thought you were scared of him, how he towered over you. But boi was he wrong.

When he had asked you for any injuries instead of replying you just stared up at him in awe.

Since you had gotten lost in the forest and had no idea where you were by now, he had agreed (albeit reluctantly) to take you back to the city. Once inside the cab of his alt-mode, you complimented how comfortable his seats were. He had just picked an alt-mode at random to help him get around this planet, never had he expected anyone to compliment him in any form. It felt...weird...in a good way.

Heh, this human was tolerable.

As you both reached the city, he opened his can door allowing you to step outside. Before he could drive off you stopped and asked him for his name, finding no harm and wanting to get going back to his work he quickly responded to your question.

"Ultra Magnus"

You smiled and nodded. "I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you. Thanks for the lift and for saving me back there"

He revved his engine slightly as a sign of acknowledgement.

"Anyyyyways, I'll get going now. See ya around Mags." You lightly pat the top of his alt-mode's hood and go about your merry way leaving him behind to grumble out "Magnus not Mags" but you were already out of earshot.

Letting out another sigh he drove off to get back to his work of s̶t̶a̶l̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ watching over the others.

A few days later, he bumped into you again, quite literally.

You had heard of this amazing new cafè that had recently opened up, sooooooo you thought what better way to go check it out than to go there skateboarding. Grabbing your trusty skateboard off the shelf, you were enjoying yourself skating along the highway all the while listening to the music blasting through your headphones.

At one point when you tried to cross the road a fast moving vehicle suddenly pulled to a stop infront of you before it hit you. Removing the headphones from your ears you waited for the angry driver of the vehicle to step out and yell at you, only, no one came out. You thought you were off the hook until a sudden 'What were You THINKING?!' came roaring from the vehicle. About to make a run for it you suddenly remembered your new friend as you happily waved at him, completely neglecting how a minute ago you were about to be run over.

"Hiya Mags, how ya' doin?"

"It is ULTRA MAGNUS not MAGS!" Letting out a loud rev of his engine to provide emphasis on his anger at your reckless behaviour, he continued on yelling and nagging at you.

Later on he dropped you off at the cafè along with your skateboard stating he was preventing a road accident from happening due to someone's carelessness.

Weird as it was, he kept on meeting up with you at the strangest of places. When he met you while you were stuck on a tree after trying to save a cat, or when you almost drowned yourself by falling into the water while attempting to take a picture of yourself posing like a seagull on the edge of the local bridge. The list goes on and on.

At first it used to drive Ultra Magnus mad, hell it even annoyed him to some extent. How can someone be so reckless. But as time went on, he got over it after he came to understand that this was just how you were, these things just happened without you intending them to.

Aside from the usual..'incidents'..he found *coughcough* rescued *coughcough* you in.

You were pretty good company. How you sheepishly smiled and finger-gunned at him whenever he caught you in another 'incident'. How you used to have this sense of understanding, of..of empathy whenever he used to tell you of his relation with Optimus and how he wanted for the Matrix of Leadership to be with him instead of his brother. How you looked up to him in awe when he told you stories of his battles. How you laughed after making the silliest of puns, they were terrible of course, but he wouldn't tell you that, he'd rather see your rosy cheeks, you tumbling while clutching your stomach as you kept on laughing. He liked seeing you like that, hell he liked you.

Somewhere between all your reckless activities and calm moments of just relaxing in his alt-mode's cab. He had fallen for you.

He never made any moves cause duh, when you are trying to face off the Decepticons and the Predacons all the while having to watch over your friends, who would be able to.

Also, he figured it best to keep you away from it all. You were already so reckless, so prone to incidents, on top of that if the Predacons or worse the Decepticons caught a hold of you due to your connection with him, who knows what they'll be capable of doing to you. He couldn't let that happen to you.

So he buried his feelings and himself admist his work, defeat Megatron and his henchmen and get a hold of the Matrix from his brother. Besides, you were one of the only good things that happened to him in so long and he'd be damned if he let anything happen to you.

But with the luck he has, good things never stay with him for long, do they.

Never had he expected this to happen. No, he didn't want it to happen that's why he had worked extra hard in his missions, he even went as far as to stop spending too much time with you just he could keep you safe. So how..HOW....

He tried to keep himself together as those thoughts ran through his processor all the while cradling your lifeless body to his chasis.

It wasn't supposed to happen. How did it happen. How did he not know that you tried to follow him, how did he not notice you had been there.

You had been caught by one of the Decepticons to be used as a bait, to be used as a bargaining chip.

How could he let it happen...The tight grip of the Decepticon on you as you writhered in pain, only causing the grip on you to be tightened. He had frozen up on spot seeing you like that.

Magnus didn't see anything else but you, not the decepticon holding you with a gun aimed at him, not even the fellow Autobot who shot the Decepticon causing him to lose his balance and grip on you, allowing you to fall freely.

The only thing that snapped him out of his daze was your scream. He quickly rushed to get to you...Primus he never ran that quick before, but...it wasn't fast enough. He helplessly reached out for you, watching you fall and hearing you scream before it was all reduced to a small thud and crack of bones as the sounds of your screams stopped.

The moment your screams stopped, so did the world around him..and..so did his spark.

He fell to his knees before you as his servos hovered in the air above your unmoving, unresponsive body.

Finally he managed to hold you, and turned your head to face him.

Your eyes...the same eyes that held so much life in them, that always looked up to him in awe, now they were dull and lifeless. Your lips...your beautiful smile that used to warm his spark, your beautiful laughter...all gone and replaced with blood..YOUR blood.

He kept staring at you, hoping, WISHING that any moment now you would burst out laughing and tell him it was just a prank. That you would smile at him and this time look up at him with not just awe, but with the same amount of love that you used to before. The love he had seen but chosen to ignore so he could prevent seeing you like this.

But what does it matter, you still ended up like this. What an idiot he was. What A STUPID, SELFISH IDIOT HE WAS. He only cared about defeating his enemies, he only cared about getting that Matrix of Leadership. Admist all this...he lost you...How he would gladly give up anything, anything at all, be it the Matrix, be it himself, ANYTHING. Just so he could tell you how sorry he was for pushing you away. Just so he could tell you.."I..love y-you."....

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He sighs as he gets hit with another feeling of nostalgia, before placing the wildflowers he had found on his way here, near your grave.

"It's over....We defeated Megatron." He paused as if waiting for you to respond.

"I didn't take the Matrix though...I don't think I even want it anymore, besides, Optimus deserves it anyway..."

"..We're leaving for Cybertron tomorrow...so I just thought..I just wanted to see you..one more time before I left...and..and...and wanted to apologize to you for pushing ypu away like that,...for not being able to protect you and for not being able to tell you how I felt.."

"..I'll always remember you and...I'll love you.. always..."

He kept staring at your grave as if trying to imprint a picture of it all in his memory banks before he finally transformers back into his alt-mode and makes his way back....

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Sooooo yea...that was it for my first ever fanfic.

It's not that fancy or stuff anddddd I might probs have some grammatical or spelling errors, even dialogue errors.

But please do let me know how it went, I'm open to advices and suggestions, besides, a little constructive criticism never hurts ^_^.

#transformers+headcanons #transformers #ultra magnus #transformers robots in disguise #transformers oneshots #transformers+angst

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thanksjro · 4 years ago

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MTMTE #13: Signal to Noise, A Lost Light Interlude- No One Can Resist the Siren’s Call of the Souvenir Shop

You know what we haven’t seen in a while? A Roberts prose story. Let’s fix that, shall we?

Hey, you. Do ya like Rung? Do ya like the therapy twink who got thrown across a bar four million years ago and then never made an impact on anyone ever after that moment? Because if so, you’re in luck- this story has Rung smeared all across it.

…God fucking dammit, James, this is the first line.

Rung, in the eerie, odd quiet of the ship, can hear his inner mechanisms at work. Now, you might think that it would have to be mighty quiet for such a thing to occur, and if we were dealing with human characters you’d be right! However, Rung and all his peers are giant space robots. It probably sounds like a forty car pileup on the freeway when they walk down the hall.

He marvels at the wonder that is the Cybertronian body, revealing himself to be, like apparently half the friggin’ cast, to be old as shit. Rung, who existed during and even before the Functionists, has never changed his body. He looks exactly like he did when he came into the world, and that includes the eyebrows. He didn’t change for the war, he didn’t change to be tall like all his friends, he won’t change for you, and he certainly won’t change for me. Rung’s good where he is.

We get a mention of something truly unbelievable- apparently there are OTHER psychiatric professionals on Cybertron, and their names are just as blatant riffs on real-world psychiatry as his own. Transformers play on words never go terribly deep, so it’s in theme.

Rung doesn’t remember a ton of what happened when he was shot, though he remembers Overlord’s nasty lips for SOME reason. He woke up from his head injury, had a little face blindness, then Swerve, using a prototype of Rewind’s idea of using stories to heal the mind, gave Rung a helping hand.

Way to use that medical degree, Swerve.

Then we get the period of time that the Shadowplay arc was framed within, flit through the whole Temptoria debacle, touch on the fact that the original plan for Rung and Brainstorm teaming up on the avatars was to make them more energy efficient, and arrive in a seedy tourist trap gift shop.

Rung realizes he forgot about someone. He hates when that happens to him, so it kind of bums him out.

I mean, you just got out of the hospital, dude. I’m sure they’ll understand.

So, we’re at the gift shop. Tailgate’s there, Rewind’s there, Skids is trying on hats.

Tailgate has not said Whirl’s name once in canon, and I’m not completely convinced he’s aware of that fact.

Whirl has decided that he’s going to bang his head against the glass of the window outside. That’s what he’s going to do in this moment.

Rung, who the fuck gave you your degree, my guy?

Rung feels kind of bad about leaving Swerve to his fate with Ultra Magnus- this is an interlude, after all, so it’s in the middle of our story- and the fellas wonder just how much trouble they’re going to be in when all is said and done. Tailgate suggests they run away. Rewind’s more interested in conspiracy theories.

But forget all that, someone very special’s just walked through the door of this tacky little shop. Also, Whirl’s disappeared, but no one actually cares about that.

Cyclonus gives his version of a greeting to Tailgate- i.e. looking at him for a second- then starts wandering around the store. Tailgate reveals that Cyclonus has some fucking cheddar to spend, then gives the gang a quick rundown of the big purple guy’s personal philosophy-

Oh god, Cyclonus, are you sad? Is that why you’re humming? Because you’re sad about something? I’m gonna overthink every time you sing now because of this issue.

Skids and Tailgate get into it over just what exactly Cyclonus’ deal is, and also whether shopping is a valid hobby, and Rung walks off to make his purchase for the evening. He walks by a rack covered in memory sticks touting the ability to allow one to relive the Hedonian experience, and Rung gets smacked in the face with the realization of just who exactly he went and forgot.

Back on the Lost Light, Rung is doing his best to keep up with his silent companion on the walk to Rodimus’ office, who is as awkward as he is tall, and it’s Ultra Magnus, so… yeah. Rung wouldn’t typically need an escort to the captain’s office, but it would appear this is one of Rodimus’ off days.

It’s been a rough few months.

We get a quick peek at Ultra Magnus’ personal philosophy on language- namely, that it should be as dry as cardboard and so straight to the point you could use it as a ruler. Rung asks Magnus to please, for the love of god, make a follow up appointment, whether due to professional concern or professional fascination isn’t clear. Then Magnus tries to tell a joke.

I think it might have fallen flat, just a bit.

They reach the office, Rung marvels at the cacophony of mental health issues he lives inside, and they enter.

Rodimus is busy carving shit into his desk, with a scalpel he probably swiped from the medibay. He invites Rung to take a seat, makes light of all the friggin’ awful things that have happened since this trip started, and Rung begins to wonder if he needs to expand his office hours.

Ultra Magnus gets things back on track, and we finally get to see just what exactly Rung forgot.

It was Red Alert, and that very incriminating recording he showed Rung back during the Delphi arc.

Rodimus gets twitchy when it’s brought up, asking Magnus to guard the door. First he tries to deflect, calling Red Alert crazy. When Rung brings up the fact that he heard the basement voice too, Rodimus promises to check into it, right after he does about a million other things.

Looks like Rewind called it.

Rodimus runs out of the office to do his errands, and Rung decides to share a little conversation with Ultra Magnus, because we’re just totally committing to being friends with every patient we have, aren’t we, you creamsicle-looking son of a gun.

You know, we never did find out where Chromedome was during this whole shore leave situation. I hope he had a nice, quiet evening in, and absolutely nothing nefarious took place.

#transformers #jro #jro punches me in the face #mtmte #issue 13 #signal to noise #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #prose writing

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zeravmeta · 5 years ago

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“…Communications have been lost. I’m sorry, Master, but we are stranded in this strange new territory.”

Gudako was used to having the odds against her, but this time felt more desperate. Almost wrong, somehow. It would be one thing to simply just not be able contact Chaldea; it’s definitely happened before and the nagging voice in the back of her head tells her it will in the future as well.

It would be a second, more annoying thing if their current location was unknown: the Rayshift System was at whim to whatever Panhuman History or the Lostbelts decided to do out of nowhere and Da Vinci had even warned her that the Alien Gods reach was unknown and to prepare for the worst because they could very well drop them in the middle of nowhere.

The third and most troublesome thing about this was that the previous two conditions had been met but within what was possibly another universe entirely.

Gudako was beginning to regret getting out of bed this morning.

“Master….I’m sorry…If I wasn’t here then maybe…” Abigail whispered sadly as she held her torso, hiding her face.

“Oh come on, tears are unfair! You know I’m weak to your widdle cutie-pie face!” Gudako said as she leaned down to pinch her cheeks, trying to lighten the mood. Sure, maybe telling the eldritch horror within the 12 year old whose emotions could influence a reality bending god that they could be her appetizer in a ratty sushi restaurant wasn’t the best of ideas, but who cares. Her life was already one chaotic mess so another spill in an ocean of madness wouldn’t matter.

What does matter however is figuring out where the hell they are.

“Alright everyone, form up! We need to weigh our options and try to find out where we are.” Gudako rounded up her servants.

Babbage, Edmond, Abigail, Danzou, Mecha Eli-Chan, and Hijikata. Not exactly the most balanced composition in her opinion but there were worse options.

“Master, I’ve run a quick perimeter check of the area: wherever we are is completely made of metal. There’s no wildlife, running water, anything. I couldn’t even sense any wind currents here which makes me wonder how you can even breathe with no atmosphere.” Danzou reported.

“I believe we have the young Mash Kyrielight to thank for that. My readings do indicate an existing oxygen level, albeit low. Such things wouldn’t affect Servants, so we haven’t noticed it ourselves, but it is very possible that Mash’s class skill as a Shielder apply even for conditions such as these.” Babbage added.

“It’s strange,” Edmond began, “But I cannot ‘escape’ from this place. We haven’t been confined to a cage, it’s almost like…we are off-world somehow.”

“Off-world? Like, not on Earth anymore?” Gudako couldn’t help but feel shocked at this revelation. They’d gone to so many places in the past but an alien world was something entirely new. She felt Abigail’s fists tighten on her skirt and placed a reassuring hand on them, squeezing them gently.

“It is strange, but I also agree with the ratty convict.” Mecha Eli expanded, ignoring Edmond’s sputtering. “Servants are connected to the Throne, which is situated on Earth. Concepts like Humanity’s collective unconscious, the Root, they’re all unique to Earth itself, and we as Servants are affected by and can sense that. It feels…out of place. Like the Earth is nearby and yet, not really?”

A loud grunt drew their attention to Hijikata, who was looking up into the sky.

“That answer your questions?”

Seeing Earth in the sky as if it was a moon certainly did not answer their questions. And made them panic, naturally.

“This is…troubling. Though there are records that indicate our moon may be or have been some type of computer, there’s nothing on a planetoid of this composition orbiting Earth.”

“Babbage, do you have any way to re-establish contact? Even if she’s fine now there’s no telling how the distance from Mash may affect our Master. She could be running on borrowed time.”

“Master could die?”

“No! No one is dying today, Abbey. None of this is your fault, alright?”

“Do not worry. After all, among our group, you aren’t the only one who can break the laws of physics at a whim. It’s just as likely that that chronic smoker is responsible for this.”

“Just what is your problem with me today?”

“Can we please-”

“WOULD ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!? WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT ISSUES!” Hijikata boomed, drawing their attention.

“Wh-What’s happening!?” Gudako snapped at attention.

“For the love of- Listen!” He placed a hand over her mouth and glared at the others to do the same.

…Very distantly, they heard the sound of shouting, metal scraping and weapons being fired.

“Wherever we are, we aren’t alone.” Hijikata stood ready to attack. “Master, your orders?”

The familiar fear of the unknown made itself known to her once again as it had many times before, and like always she pushed it down.

“Danzou, scout ahead and find a suitable meeting spot. Babbage, assist her. The rest of us will follow behind and meet you there. Whatever you find, do not engage.”

“Acknowledged.”

Gudako saw her disappear in a blur, with Babbage flying behind her. Sighing, she began her trek with her Servants following.

The scene before them was…new, to say the least. Even with all her adventures pitting her against all manner of enemies, she never expected to be taking fire from giant alien robots. They had met up as planned, but when they arrived, Danzou and Babbage were under heavy fire from a large gray robot with an arm cannon. They were situated near a cliff side.

“From what I gather, we are indeed off world, though they refuse to say where we are and simply reference Earth. Apparently, these beings seem to want to drain the Earth of it’s various natural resources in order to assimilate it into their own planet.” Danzou explained as she kept sending pressurized air blasts from her arm into the opposition. “There seems to be some type of schism with these robots, however. While this group is indeed trying to kill us, they made mention of others who protect humans.”

“Apologies, Master. It appears they had some type of censor that tracked us here as far back as when we initially arrived. For now, let us eliminate them!” Babbage exclaimed before jumping back into the fray.

Gudako took in the sight before her. To her side was Danzou offering ranged support and Abigail using her powers to make sure none of the robots got too close. Babbage was currently in a fierce duel with the gray arm cannon robot who towered over him and kept exclaiming something about absolute victory. It tried to pin Babbage down and shoot him but a bash from Babbage’s club held him back. It then summoned a glowing purple flail to try and smash Babbage before an intervening rocket punch from MechaEli knocked it aside, leaving them 2 on 1.

On the other side of the battlefield, Hijikata and Edmond were a whirlwind of fire, lightning, and laughter, knocking over the robots as they tried to mob them. Gudako kept hearing their screams and confusion as to how these humans were so powerful and couldn’t help but empathize with them: Servants were unfairly strong sometimes.

“This is pointless…Let us retreat!” A nasally robotic voice broke out of the group before jumping into the air and flying off, taking potshots at their group. Shortly, a few others followed.

The gray robots scratchy voice broke out as it knocked over Babbage and Mecha Eli. “You cowards! You dare abandon your leader!?” It turned to the group and regarded them with a scowl.

“Enjoy your victory while you can, humans. Soon I will figure out the secret behind your strength, and then I will conquer the universe!”

Hijikata and Edmond ran over and tried to rush the robot, but it punched the ground and made a large chasm separating them. Despite their speed, they wouldn’t make it in time to get to her.

“A little going away present! I’m sure our enemies will LOVE to see this!” The robot exclaimed one final time and began shooting at the cliff side near them while flying off.

“Master, get back!” Abigail exclaimed as she summoned more tentacles to catch and divert the metal chunks as they fell. Danzou had suffered a shot and was missing an arm, meaning she could only barely support herself, leaving Gudako to support her.

“Master, please leave me behind-”

“Are we seriously gonna go through this song and dance? Let’s just hurry!” Gudako shouted over the racket of the avalanche as she carried Danzou.

A large crash suddenly sounded out, and she looked up to see a large gray gun transform back into the gray robot before flying off. Its shot hit true and sent a large metal chunk their way, casting an ominous shadow over them.

They would have been crushed, but they were picked up by…a yellow mini car? Gudako and Danzou were standing one moment and riding this car the next.

“Are you two alright!? Your metal friend out there took some major damage, though it’s not anything Ratchet can’t fix!” The….car seemed to reassure them?

“Umm…y-yeah, we’re fine.” Gudako tentatively responded. Ratchet?

“That’s good to hear! Teletraan picked up a cosmic rift and suddenly detected humans with strange energy signatures! You guys got some serious guts to take on Megatron and his group of Decepticons on your own, not to mention how ya sent him packing!”

Teletraan? Megatron? Decepticons? This got more confusing as it went on.

“Could…you explain what exactly is going on here? Me and my friends have no idea where we are or what’s happening.” She decided being frank may be best here.

“Don’t sweat it! I’ll take you to my leader! He’ll explain everything!” The car chimed in, speeding up and approaching a tall red and blue robot before morphing out of its car form and having her look up at it. Him.

He was a friendly looking robot with yellow accents and blue eyes. Gudako noted that the emblem on their chests were different than the robots they had been fighting.

“Master! Are you alright!?” Edmond had called out from behind, Hijikata, Abigail and Mecha-Eli following. Babbage was behind them as well, but heavily damaged with burn marks and a crushed arm, being supported by a taller robot with an ambulance design. Her servants rushed and formed a protective perimeter around her, glaring at the robot.

The tall red and blue robot looked at them closely…almost sadly. He then bent down gently to try and get them to eye level, despite still towering over them.

“Please, calm yourselves. My name is Optimus Prime. Are you all right? Bumblebee tells me you have no idea where you are or what’s happening. Though I assume you’re from another reality of sorts?” He spoke gently.

Gudako didn’t know why, but something about his voice felt…soothing. Like she was talking to a natural born leader.

“…Yeah. We’re from an organization called Chaldea, tasked with protecting Humanity and we travel through time and space to prevent people from messing up our history. Our Rayshift…messed up and we landed here. Where are we?”

Optimus looked contemplative for a second before nodding to himself. “You are on the planet Cybertron, which is in orbit of the planet Earth after Megatron teleported it here.”

Welp. That confirmed her worst fears. They were in another dimension with a second metal planet orbiting Earth full of transforming robots who either wanted to kill them or be as helpful as they possibly could. Though she would be lying if a small part of her mecha nerd heart wasn’t excited to be on a planet of fighting robots straight out of her dreams.

Her worry must have been present on her face because she felt a large metal hand try to ease itself on her shoulder and gently pat it. She didn’t have the heart to tell him it was painful.

“To see such a young hero fills my heart with both sadness and hope. However, for your help against the Decepticons today, let’s go back to our base. I’m sure we can figure out how to get you home. Autobots! Transform and roll out!” Optimus exclaimed before transforming into a large truck and carrying her and her friends in various vehicles.

She was right. She should not have gotten out of bed today.

#fgo #fate grand order #fanfic #crossover #transformers #gudako #guda #HERE IT IS MY LITTLE ONESHOT CROSSOVER #both series deal with multi dimensional and time travel so *side eyes*#this is g1 transformers post s1 but before the movie AND ignoring spike and sparkplig bc i do not care for them #g1 optimus is just....a dad #this will appeal to like 5 people #and i am 3 of them #readmore work on mobile challenge #zerav fanfic

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cheryllcher · 5 years ago

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startrain reaction -- spoiler alert!!

so i finally had time to sit down and watch aftee thinking about that cute adrienette ifieekdkekek hey tumblr really needs to add the keep reading thingy to mobile im sorry for spoilers :(

-ohhhh anither akuma that we missed with rena rouge ://

-oh hey the sketchy art style for the scenario bit is nice awwww marinette sacrificing her fun for paris u deserve better

-the host miraculous?? wut?? also it looks like an eye patch ngl but um "iM aLrEadY PutTiNg aLoTtA rIsK By hAvIng 2 mIrAcuLousEs oUt" sure master fu

-adrien adrien adrien u cant underestimate your father hawkmoth he'll just do it anyway but wat a rebel

-plagg being plagg of course never change i love u

-woah roger looks so weird without his hat

-ohboy mothface is here here we gooooooo

-um sir isnt your window closed??? i mean u wouldnt really be smelling the pollution if u did unless it's open .-.

-wow sabrina has a chloe alert

- did u just park your car at the side of the road???? okay cool- OHOHOH IT'S MAX'S MUM DJSJJE

-alya-- just how many blogs do u have??

-again: wut 👏 a 👏 rebel 👏 now: please do something about lila--

-wowowowow fancy new train graphic thingy and awwwww maxipoo max wut a great mum u have didjdjsj i like her *whisper* i want u to live your dream

-alya this is a sweet moment don't just take photos of it please

-chloe alert aga- oh hey the akuma- oh no it's gone in the suitcase. oh mr roger and his fines

-yea dude your akuma disappeared into a girl's suitcase

-chloe wut- yea ms bustier that's a mood right there. and there goes the redemption arc out the window kinda

-marinette's yawn is so cute???????? like dont needa be embarassed girl it's norma- OMG LOOK AT THAT SOFT LOOK *screenshots* GET MARRIED ALREADY

-uh-huh she's been planning alright. about how to take down akumas

-yea mari go with the flow and those lil drink whipper-upper magic machines are adorable

-awwww ivan and mylene (idk their ship name) and juleroseee and kim and alix please just date already i ship u guys now

-oh forgot that liar existed. woah art skills i can never achieve and ms bustier is just unaware

-markov i never see enough if u and you are SO ADORABLE wanting to make friends with all robotic things i love u too

-alya's scheming done right for once YAS

-huh i would have thought adrien had air po- AHHHHHHH SO CUTE ADRIENETTE *screenshots like 20 times* *replays it like 50 times*

-aww the girls supporting adrienette. and lila u sure u wanna do that in front of the entire class?? wut about your "nice girl" act??? so u can just like-- scooch away from my babies and let them have this moment??

-kim?? wut r u doing?? ohgod it's probably something goofy

-chloe no offence but u could idk help instead of just "hey im queen bee it's all good" also aren't u hot it that?? pretty sure the tempreture is not that cold. okayokay u doing good- welp nevermind u shouldn't have mentioned the akuma. okay i'll give u a pass for now for sorta doing it

-wow hawky "i lost contact"

-kim- pffffffft wut are u doing my boy HAHAHAHAHA

-and the extras have names!!

-marinette probsbly thinks she's dreaming lollll AND CAN U SEE THAT LITTLE SMILE ON ADRIEN?? OMG "sHe'S jUsT A FriEnD" PLEASE

-alya and nino to the rescue!! uhhhhhh not really nevermind

-noooooo max's mummmmmm woah u just did that without hawkmoth cool

-woahhh space- kim wut the heck man i love u but seriously waddaheck dude

-"this is spacey" juleka u sweet girl keep doing wut u do :'')

-wow there's emily- wait nathalie why would u check the oassenger seat if u knew that adrien was at school?? i mean technically he didnt tell u but why would u need to check??

-yea gabriel it's really ironic. u know wut else is ironic?? your son is one of your enemies

-ah i see where max got his number speak from. nice

-ohhhh it's horse. makes more sense

-ohboy chloe looks sad. should i be scared for miracle queen now?? clearly she didnt listen in miraculer though idk which came first

-nooo markovvvvv- um that should have destroyed him but okay

-chat noir i love u but seriously this isnt the time for poses

-wow some fancy kwami. nice. ohmygosh do u see that leg cross?? i think i got a new fav here

-wowwwwwwww that's some pretty nice transformation there

-um im guessing everyone has these visions in this show now aaaaaand they're breaths should be able to hold that long- oh wait nevermind they have superpowers

-markov :(

-those moves. darrrrrn also did he like come up with a name on the go or something?? it's a little random. but cool powers tho

-oh heyyy the did go to big ben after all!!

-hey ladybug u kinda are smooshing chat's face. and his butt

-im happy for max's mum go live your dream!!

-oh they went back to paris awwww man adrien has to go now darn it nathalie

so this episode was good. the adrienette shipper that i am is practically screaming in happiness now. i mean we have liela almost destroying things but thank god. BUT THEY ARE SO CUTE

LOOK AT THEM

LOOK AT HIS SMILE AND HOW COMFY HE IS

#ml startrain #startrain #ml #ml season 3 spoilers #mlb #miraculous spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml spoilers #adrienette #ADRIENETTE FOR LIFE

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frickfracksnatchisback · 6 years ago

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Fixing the Broken Past (AGIT AU-Part 3)

Why hello there! Welcome to the blog where I write too slow! (In all seriousness, this should have been done ages ago.) After seven years I have managed to crawl from the depths of my crave and gift you this! So yeah, please be merciful about how long it took for me to finish this. Make sure to check out @shaykai / @hatsparadox if you haven’t already! They’re super awesome and make amazing content!

Warning! You should know the drill by now. But if you don’t, dark angsty stuff at about halfway through this. I bet you can guess why~

Enjoy your robo-fluff and robo-angst!

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It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly in the cloudy sky and spreading sunlight everywhere it could. It shone on the grass, on the sidewalk, and through the windows of many different homes in the suburban area. But even as the sunlight shone through the window of one particular cozy house, someone just wasn’t waking up. The sunlight lit up a child’s room, making the inhabitant of the bed toss and turn. They lifted the covers over their head to block out the rays, turning them into a simple lump on the bed. This person was so obsessed with wanting extra sleep that they didn’t even hear the door of their bedroom creak open and close. They also didn’t hear a small hatted intruder tip-toe over to the side of their bed. But they were about to.

“Mu! Wake up, wake up, wake up!” Hat Kid said excitedly, poking and prodding at the lump of blankets in middle of the bed.

“Mhmm...no.” the lump mumbled back, not moving a muscle. Hat Kid huffed a little and put her hands on her hip in frustration.

“But I want you to see it! C’mon and get out of bed!” Hat Kid kept on, climbing up onto the bed and beginning to bounce on it.

“See...what?” Mu slowly peeked her head from out the blankets. Her blonde hair was an absolute mess and her eyes were heavy and tired. She wasn’t even wearing her signature hood, which was laying nearby on her bedside table. Hat Kid reached over, grabbed the hood, and threw it in Mu’s face. Mu grumbled in protest, but still didn’t get up from the covers. She just simply pulled the hood from off her, revealing Hat Kid’s grinning face inches away from hers.

“I want you to see me switch him on, silly!”

“WHAT?!” Mu’s eyes went wide in surprise. She got up from her covers in a flash, knocking Hat Kid down onto the floor. She didn’t even bother brushing through her hair, or getting out of her pink pajamas. She just simply pulled her hood over her head and made for the door. But she was immediately stopped from going any further as the door was opened by someone else.

“Sugar, is everything going alright?” the soft voice called as the door creaked open. That voice belonged to CC, the care taker of the house. She was a maid bot built to look like a cat, dressed up in a metal chef’s uniform with an non-matching real chef’s hat. She had rotating ears, a movable metal tail with segments, and even antenna-like whiskers! Though one of her ‘whiskers’ were bent, and her orange metal had a few painted on stripes, she was still a very functional robot thanks to Hat Kid.

Once she opened the door, she was greeted to Hat Kid laying upside down on the floor and Mu in nothing but her hood and pajamas. “Ah, I see your awake already! Did HK wake you up with all her excitement?” she asked Mu cheerfully and Hat Kid giggled behind her. But once she noticed what a mess Mu was, her care taking protocol soon kicked in. “Honey, you need to brush through your hair! You’ve got some awful bedhead.” she said, worried.

“No I don’t! I’m fine!” Mu said confidently, trying to squeeze past her. But CC was having none of it.

“You’re not even dressed! Here-” she said, picking Mu up off the carpet and carrying her in her arms. “Let’s get that pretty blond head of yours brushed out, alright?” she smiled at Mu, cradling her in her arms. But Mu struggled in her arms to try and escape, not wanting any part of it.

“Nuh uh! I want to see Hat Kid switch it on!” Mu said, trying to pry out of her grasp.

“You’re not leaving your room dress like that, young lady.” CC took an authoritative tone, making Mu stop her struggling. Mu sighed, once CC talked like that there was no use fighting it.

“Fine. But put me down!” Mu said, and CC did. Once she gently set her back down, Mu quickly rushed to her dresser.

“And don’t rush! You’ll have plenty of time to wait.” CC reminded her.

“Yeah! I’m not gonna turn him on without you!” Hat Kid added, making Mu a bit more relieved.

Once Mu was dressed and did her hair up in it’s normal fashion, she quickly went to bolt out the door again. Hat Kid and CC were waiting outside, with CC quickly checking Mu to make sure she was all straightened up for the day.

“I’m fine! Can I go now?” Mu huffed, crossing her arms.

“Are you sure? You haven’t even had breakfast.” CC said, her ears slightly drooping. “Here-” she offered, opening her upper chest compartment and taking out a croissant. “You can at least take this. You should never go on an empty stomach!” CC held up the pastry for Mu to take. Mu was reluctant, but only for about five seconds.

“Fine.” Mu sighed, snatching the croissant from CC hand. “...Thank you.” she mumbled, starting to nibbled on the bread.

“You’re welcome sweetie.” CC smiled warmly, closing her compartment. “Now you two can go. And have fun!” CC gently pushed the two on their way.

“We will!” Hat Kid called back, as the two made their way down the hallway. “Why do you always sleep in so late?” she ask Mu, poking fun at her.

“I don’t sleep in late! You wake up too bloody early!” Mu said back, croissant still in her mouth. This just made Hat Kid laugh, making Mu blush in embarrasment.

“C’mon! Race ya!” Hat Kid said, running to the door at the end of the hallway.

“Wh- hey!” Mu said, quickly stuffing her face with rest of her croissant. “No fair! Wait for me!” Mu called back, trying to catch up to Hat Kid while eating what was still her mouth at the same time. But Hat Kid was already there, skidding on the floor and reaching for the door knob.

Hat Kid opened the door that had a child’s drawing stuck to the top of it. The drawing, which was obviously her own handy-work, read ‘Hat Kid’s Workshop!’ with stars and rainbows adorning the sides of the paper. The door, however, didn’t actually lead to a workshop of sorts. It just simply lead to the garage, which Hat Kid had basically turned into her workshop. Since the household had no real need of a car, she had transformed the space into a place where she could tinker as much as she pleased. This included fixing or touching-up CC, creating neat robo-gadgets, or even...housing new robot friends!

The garage workshop was almost like a regular workshop, except much tidier. Books on robot maintenance were housed in a bookcase, one workbench was piled with organized blueprints, another workbench was covered in neatly arranged tools, and recharging stations in the back of the room. The only thing that seemed out of place in all of this, was the giant robot in the middle of the room. It was hoisted up in some sort of metal mechanism, keeping it staining straight. Hat Kid looked at it and smiled excitedly. She had been wanting to switch him on the moment they brought him home. But after doing a few scans, she had discovered that he was more damaged than she first thought. But once she patched up a few places on the outside, fixed a few things on the inside, he was ready to be switched on! There was still a lot of work to do, like his arm which she still hadn’t replaced yet, but she just couldn’t wait any longer!

“Hey! You cheater!” Mu yelled, grabbing Hat Kid’s hat from behind her.

“Give that back!” Hat Kid yelled back, she hated it when Mu took her hat. Mu laughed as she got her revenge by playing keep away with her newfound toy. But she soon stopped once she caught sight of the robot in the room.

“Woah...” she whispered, not caring that Hat Kid had taken her hat back. Mu quickly went up to it, her face glowing with excitement. “Look at him! He looks less like a pile of junk now!” she laughed, knocking the robot’s lower body.

“Hey! Be nice!” Hat Kid scolded Mu, shooing her away from the robot.

“What? It’s not like he care hear me.” Mu scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Well...no. But you should still be nice to him!” Hat Kid huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

“Sure. Fine. Whatever.” Mu chuckled to herself, before going over to the tools workbench. “So were do you keep the stun gun around here?” she asked, shifting through all the tools and making a mess. “I mean, it’s got to be around here somewhere. Do you keep in a drawer or something?” she kept looking through the tools, not being able to see Hat Kid starting to look a bit nervous.

“I don’t...have a stun gun.” Hat Kid said meekly. Mu perked up at this and whipped around to stare at Hat Kid in surprise.

“You don’t have a stun gun?!” she yelled fearfully, and Hat Kid slowly nodded. “How are we suppose to protect ourselves?!” Mu said in panic, going over to shake Hat Kid.

“I’m not gonna hurt him!” Hat Kid said defensively, shoving Mu off of her. Mu stared at her in disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter if we hurt him! What if he hurts us?!” Mu kept on panicking.

“He’s not gonna hurt us! Mu just listen-”

“But what if he-”

“Mu! Listen to me!” Hat Kid yelled out and grabbed Mu by the shoulders, getting her full attention. “He won’t hurt us. Trust me.” she said calmly. Mu considered this, but bit her lip in worry.

“Are you sure?” Mu asked her, still very unsure.

“I’m sure.” Hat Kid nodded, smiling. “If we have stun guns, he’ll see us as a threat. We just need to give him some space and let him calm down, alright?” she explained, Mu growing more suspicious.

“And what if he gets really mad? You know? With the whole ‘hostile’ thing?” Mu reminded Hat Kid. But Hat Kid just smiled at her with no worries at all.

“Don’t you see, silly? That’s why I brought you with me! He won’t attack us after he sees how big and strong you are!” Hat Kid complimented Mu, making her grin with confidence.

“Well, I am the best!” Mu boasted, posing heroically.

“Yeah! And a huge dork!” Hat Kid laughed, ruffling Mu’s hood.

“Oh yeah? Look who’s talking, nerd!” Mu pushed her playfully, making the two laugh. They hugged each other and laughed for a few minutes, the tension dying away. They both caught their breath after awhile, still smiling at each other.

“Okay! Lets switch this guy on!” Hat Kid announced, rushed over to a metal platform on the floor.

“Got it!” Mu saluted, before going over to the control panel on the right wall. Hat Kid stood firmly on the platform, giving a thumbs up to Mu. Once she signaled that everything was all good, Mu flipped a single switch. Hat Kid wobbled a bit, barely losing her balance, as the platform she was standing on raise itself up. It kept going until it almost reached the ceiling, then it stopped in place. Hat Kid was now at level of the robot’s head, giving her just enough access to its activation button.

“Boop!” Hat Kid said as she pressed the button playfully. Hat Kid leaned over from behind the robot’s head to give Mu another thumbs up. Mu saw this and flipped the lever back up, bringing the platform back down. Hat Kid riskily jumped off the platform, before it was fully on the ground, and rushed in front of the robot. Mu quickly joined her, looking at the robot in excitement.

“Is it on? Is it on?” Mu asked twice, bouncing up and down.

“Shhh! Give him a minute...” Hat Kid shushed Mu, getting her to stop bouncing. The two listened very closely for any sudden noises…

A low whirring noise came from inside the robot. The two girls gasped in amazement, but tried to keep their excited squeals to themselves. It made a few more noises, small clicks and beeps, before letting out steam from its joints. The two girls jumped back as steam fell to the floor. The robot’s body tested itself out, its joints squeaking as it opened and closed its single hand. Then, a yellow hologram projected itself onto the robot’s face. Its eyes were closed, as if it was still sleeping, but it made Hat Kid lose her absolute mind.

“Oh! My! Gosh! That’s so cool!” Hat Kid bounced up and down and closed Mu into a tight hug.

“Hey! Let go of me! I wanna hear want he says!” Mu squeezed herself out of the hug.

The robot began to open its holographic eyes slowly. Hat Kid and Mu were silent, observing it with absolute wonder. It stared back at the two, its face completely blank. Hat Kid smiled wide in delight, making little squeeing noises as she lightly shook Mu’s shoulder. Mu was too busy ‘oohing’ in fascination to notice. The robot blinked, not reacting at all. Or smiling...it didn’t seem to have a mouth projected on yet.

“HI!” Hat Kid shouted, making Mu jump back.

“Jeez HK! Don’t scare him!” Mu pushed Hat Kid.

“Oh yeah! Sorry...” Hat Kid smiled nervously. “Hi there mister! Welcome to your new home!” Hat Kid smiled as she presented the garage. The robot’s eyes looked around, but its head didn’t move very much. “People call me HK! And this is my friend, Mu!” she introduce, poking Mu’s shoulder.

“Sup!” Mu greeting, trying to ‘play it cool’. The robot’s eyes switched between them, not sure of which one to pay more attention to. The two girls waited for a response, or anything for that matter. But the robot said nothing to either of them. They looked at each other, the conversation gone a bit awkward.

“Hey...are you okay?” Hat Kid asked it, worry growing on her face. But the robot just kept on staring at her.

“I think you broke him.” Mu whispered in her ear. But Hat Kid just shoved her away.

“Can you not speak? Do you not have a mouth?” she kept on asking. The robot cocked it’s head a bit in curiosity, which made her rather relieved. She was afraid she really had broken him for a second there. “See? Like this!” she demonstrated, pointing to finger at her own mouth and smiling.

The robot’s eyes seemed to widen in surprise. A small beeping noise came from inside it, as it’s final facial projector finally came online. The two girls watched in surprise as its mouth started to form from yellow static, a thin mouth with two added fangs poking out. Its was completely expressionless for a moment, before its mouth started to turn up a bit. It turned from a small smirk, to a grin, to a wide curling smile. It was a very wide smile, almost reaching up to its eyes. It was much more creepy than inviting, but Hat Kid was too overjoyed to notice.

“Hello.” the robot purred in a deep, foreboding voice.

His voicebox sounded a bit odd, since it hadn’t been used in a while. It sounded like it had a small trace of static and was a bit echoed. But Hat Kid didn’t care, as her eyes were glowing in admiration. Mu...not so much. The robot’s voice had caught her off guard. Very off guard. She knew he wasn’t exactly a ‘good bot’, but that voice didn’t sound welcoming at all. It sounded creepy and...off somehow. It made her feel like something was wrong, forming a pit of dread in her stomach.

“Umm...HK?” Mu tried to nudge Hat Kid. But she was too busy staring at the robot and smiling a gigantic smile.

“OH MY GOSH! THAT IS SO COOL!” Hat Kid yelled out, surprising both Mu and the robot. “You can talk! I mean, of course you can but-” she started to ramble. “Oh my gosh, this is the bestest day ever!” she hugged herself, happily giggling and not staying in one spot at all.

But while Hat Kid was having her moment, Mu looked back at the robot warily. The robot wasn’t paying much attention to her, his sight never leaving Hat Kid. And he was giving her a look that Mu did not trust one bit. It was an ‘evil bad guy’ sort of look. And she knew her bad guys all too well...

“What are you smiling about?” Mu asked him, trying to look intimidating. But the robot simply looked at her, still smiling the same.

“Oh, I was just thinking what a nice place you’ve got here.” he said, taking his eyes off of Hat Kid and looking around the room. “Very nice, very cozy...” he hummed to himself.

“You really think so?” Hat Kid beamed, proud of herself.

“Although...its a bit too cozy for my liking.” he said as he tried to move around, but found that he couldn’t. The metal structure keeping him up was also restraining his upper half, keeping his wheel off the ground. “Hey, kid, would you mind getting me out of this thing? I’d like to have a bit more freedom, if that’s alright with you.” he asked Hat Kid softly, luring her into a trap.

“Sure thing!” Hat Kid said, taking the bait. She started to go and rush for the control panel. But before she could get there, Mu grabbed one of her arms to stop her. “Hey! What gives?” Hat Kid fussed, before noticing the look on Mu’s face. “Mu? Are you doing alright?” Hat asked, concerned.

“Uhh...” Mu mumbled, looking at Hat Kid and then looking back at the robot. “Could you give us a minute Mr. Robot? Alone?” Mu asked him, reluctantly. He looked like he was suspicious for a moment, before smiling ‘warmly’.

“But of course! Its not like I’m going anywhere...” he said with only the teeniest, tiniest bit of sarcasm in his voice.

“Okay, perfect.” Mu nodded, dragging Hat Kid as far away from the robot as she could. Once their backs were facing the robot, Mu tried to warn Hat Kid as best she could. “HK, I don’t think this is a good idea.” she whispered, making sure the robot wasn’t eavesdropping on them.

“What? Why not?” Hat Kid asked in her normal tone of voice, before Mu shushed her to keep quiet.

“Did you not see the huge smile he had on his face?” Mu said, mimicking the robot to prove her point. Hat Kid just stared at her blankly.

“...Yeah? What about it?’ Hat Kid gave Mu a confused look, unsure of what was wrong. Mu look back at her with a mix of disbelief and disappointment, before face-palming.

“Okay...” Mu groaned, not understanding why Hat Kid couldn’t see the danger. “What about his voice? He just sounds...creepy and evil.” Mu shuddered.

“Mu! His voice-thingie is just a little old, that’s all.” Hat Kid told her, giving her a scolding. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge him on the way he talks. You know what they say, ‘Never judge a bot by its cover’!” she stated firmly. Mu gave her a look of Are you kidding me right now?

“Isn’t that supposed to be ‘book’?” Mu asked, partially fed up with Hat Kid’s nonsense.

“It still works!” Hat Kid huffed back, before noticing Mu’s look of doubt. “Hey, I think we should give him a chance.” she tried to calm Mu’s worries. “Thor said he doesn’t like humans, but maybe we can help him! And that means we have to let him get comfy and used to his new home.” she explained, trying to sound as rational as she could. “Just...trust me on this, please? Pretty please?” she asked, giving Mu a hopeful look. Mu hesitated, she really didn’t like where this was going. But at the same time, she really didn’t want to get her friend’s hopes up…

“Okay, I guess you’ve got a good point.” Mu sighed in defeat. “But promise me you’ll be careful.” she said, a hint of worry still her voice.

“Thank you! I will!” Hat Kid jumped up and headed to the control panel. The robot perked up, flashing his smile again. “Are you ready?” Hat Kid asked the robot, reading her hand to press down the big red button to let him go.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” the robot chuckled, the strange tone still there.

“Here we go!” Hat Kid announced, smacking her hand on the button.

Whirring and beeping noises filled the air, as the structure lowered itself to drop the robot’s wheel on the ground. The top part swung open, freeing the robot’s upper half. Mu watched nervously as the robot steadied itself, checking his balance. He brought up his single hand up to inspect it, curiosity and wonder in his eyes.

“There we go! Feeling better?” Hat Kid asked him, scooting up next to Mu.

“Is that comfy enough for you?” Mu added in, keeping her distance from him.

The robot looked back at the two of them, smiling again. But he smiled much wider this time, and slower too. He then started to laugh softly, putting his hand on his face. Hat Kid gave Mu the side-eye, confused as to what he was doing. His laughed started to get louder and louder, until it was so loud it filled the entire garage.

“Ha ha ha...” Hat Kid laughed with it nervously, puzzled as to what was happening. “What’s so funny?” she asked him, as his laughter slowly started to die down. Mu got goosebumps as the robot look at them both with a deadly gaze.

“That was too easy.”

“Wh-” Hat Kid was about to ask, before the robot held his claw up. Mu froze in fear, he was going to attack Hat Kid. She had to act fast.

“LOOK OUT!” Mu screamed, tackling Hat Kid to the ground. Hat Kid didn’t have time to react, as the robot’s claw barely missed her by a hair. The two tumbled to the ground, Hat Kid’s hat falling off her head and onto the ground. Mu quickly looked back at the robot, not caring about Hat Kid fussing at her. The robot looked mean, not to mention incredibly angry. He scowled at her, a look of pure hatred.

“FOOOOOOOOOLS!” he bellowed out, making the two children shrink in fear. “DID YOU REALLY THINK I WANTED TO PLAY NICE WITH YOU BRATS?!” he yelled, getting closer to them. “YOU BETTER MOVE OUT OF THE WAY OR I’LL-” the robot shouted, before he started to wobble in place. Its upper half was too heavy for its little wheel mechanism to carry, making it unsteady.“Woahwoahwoah!” the robot cried out, almost falling to the ground. He managed to catch himself though, straightening himself out in surprise. “Huh...Well that could’ve gone a lot wors-”

“TAKE THIS YOU JERK!” Mu shouted, getting up lightening fast and ramming herself into the robot.

The robot was nearly tipped over, but he managed to smack her away to the side. That didn’t stop him from wobbling, however, as he flailed his remaining arm widely. He yelped out in surprise as he started to fall forwards instead of backwards. Hat Kid quickly saw this, and tried to dash out of the way of the falling robot.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the robot screamed as it plummeted to the ground, Hat Kid getting safely out of the way. It fell to the floor with a loud clang, groaning in pain afterwards. “Ouch...” it grumbled, its face on the floor. It then quickly scrambled to get up, but found that it couldn’t stand itself up on its wheel again. “W-what?! NO!” it yelled in fury, trying its best to push itself up with only on arm. It slipped, stumbling and crashing on its face again. It started to try move again, before sighing in defeat and staying immobile. “P**k it...” it said before going still, its auto-censor bleeping out the swear.

Hat Kid peaked out from the workbench she had hid behind. Seeing the robot face-down was...an odd sight to say the least. Her thoughts of fear were clouded over with worry. He wasn’t moving at all now. Was he okay? Did he hurt himself on accident? Hat Kid crawled out from under the workbench, making her way over to the robot. She took each step carefully, not wanting to alarm it. As she got closer and closer, the robot still wasn’t moving.

“Mister...are you okay?” she asked, genuine worry in her voice. She reached out a hand to try and help him-

“BACK OFF!” he screamed as his head popped back up, giving Hat Kid a fright. Hat Kid fell back on the floor, fear in her eyes as she saw the robot glaring at her. “Don’t you dare touch me!” he growled back at her. She started to crawl away to safety...before she saw the robot’s face. As angry as he was, his eyes very threatening, he almost seemed scared. Like he was afraid that she was going to hurt him. What had happened to him? Did humans do something terrible to him in the past?

“Back away from my friend.”

Hat Kid turned her head swiftly to see Mu standing not too far away from them. She looked unbelievably mad at the robot, standing tall to intimidate it.

“Oh yeah? And just what are you going to do to me if I don’t?” the robot sneered at her, flashing off his projected fangs. Mu’s face turned slightly pale, she hadn’t thought that part through.

“I’ll...I’ll...” she panicked, trying to look around the room for something. She grabbed the first thing that was closet to her. “I’ll hit you with this!” she said, keeping her makeshift weapon. As first, Hat Kid couldn’t exactly tell what she had grabbed. But once Mu held it up, Hat Kid saw that she had grabbed-

A crowbar.

The robot face had an unreadable expression, before turning into one of pure rage.

“You come at me with that, and you’re as good as dead.” he hissed deeply, showing off his clawed hand. Mu shook a little in fear, before shaking it off and taking initiative.

“I’m not afraid of you!” Mu shouted out, rushing over and holding the crowbar above her head. The robot readied himself to-

“STOP!”

Hat Kid used herself as wall, blocking the two from each other. She put both of her hands in front of them, getting their attention. “Mu, drop it.” she said, complete authority in her voice. Mu looked back at her with surprise and panic.

“What?! Are you crazy?! I can’t just-”

“Mu! Drop it now!” Hat Kid shouted at her, standing her ground. Mu looked back at her, then back at the crowbar she was holding. She closed her eyes, sighing long, before letting her grip go. The crowbar hit the ground with a metal clang, making the robot flinch a bit.

“There. I dropped it.” Mu said, holding up her hands in surrender.

“Thank you.” Hat Kid said to her, much softer this time. She turned to the robot, who had the most puzzled look on his face. “I’m so sorry, mister. We didn’t mean to make you upset. Just...please, please, please don’t be mad at us.” she said to him, begging on her knees. The robot just stayed there, staring blankly at her.

“I’m sorry, what?” was all he could say, confused out of his mind.

“Why are you dragging me into this?! He’s the one who tried to kill us!” Mu shouted back, before Hat Kid shushed her briefly. She turned back to the robot, inspecting him.

“Did you break anything when you fell down? Anything dented?” Hat Kid asked, looking his frame over but still giving him space.

“I...no I didn’t but...” the robot said, stumbling on his words. “What is going on? Didn’t I just try to murder you? Why are you asking if I’m okay?” he asked several questions at once. Hat Kid looked back at him with concern and pity. It kind of creeped him out, if he was being completely honest.

“Because I was worried you broke something! I wanted to know so I could try and fix you up again!” she said loudly, making him jump. He looked back at her with more confusion, before quickly realizing something.

“Wait a minute...” he said, recalling past recorded memories. “That was you?! You were the one who was fixing me?!” he said, taken back with surprised. He had felt someone messing around with his insides a few days ago, but he figured it was some sort of mechanic. Not someone as small as this...child.

“Wait, how do you know about that?” Mu called to him, leaning her back on the workbench. Hat Kid shushed her again, making Mu groan in frustration.

“Of course it was me! I wanted to fix you so we could be BFFs!” Hat Kid said excitedly. The robot cocked his head in utter confusion.

“B-F-F?” he said out loud, saying each letter slowly. “Is...that a code of some sort?” he questioned, trying to run it through his processors but coming back negative each time. Hat Kid looked at him for a moment, before giggling to herself. “What? What’s so funny?” he asked her, starting to become concerned about the kid’s health.

“No, silly! It means ‘Best Friends Forever’!” she smiled at him, taking him by surprise again. But when he didn’t smile back, her smile faded away to worry. “Have you never had a friend before?” she asked, making him a bit nervous.

“Um...not exactly?” he came up with, this conversation was getting more awkward by the minute.

“Why don’t Mu and me best your first ever friends?” Hat Kid pushed on him, more excited than ever.

“What?! No! No way am I being friend with that guy, he said he’d kill me!” Mu retaliated, making Hat Kid sigh.

“Oh yeah? Need I remind you, your the one who threaten me first.” the robot smirked. “I was just acting out of self defense.” he boasted, making Mu huff and pout in the corner.

“So can we be friends?” Hat Kid brought up again, grabbing his attention.

“I don’t know...” he mumbled, that awkwardness was back again.

“I know! Why don’t I introduce myself again?” she said, before fake clearing her throat. “Hi! I’m HK!” she said cheerfully, holding out a hand. He shied away for a moment, unsure of what to do. “What’s your name, mister?” she smiled with patience, making him feel a bit more calm.

“I’m...Snatcher...” he hesitated, he had never really ‘introduced’ himself before. Since nobody had ever given him a name, he decided to choose one for himself. But it felt weird now that he was saying it out loud.

“Welcome to your new home, Snatcher!” Hat Kid said, getting up and presenting the garage again. She stopped for a moment, remembering something. “Do you...still want to stay here with us?” she asked Snatcher, giving him the puppy-dog-eye treatment. Snatcher wasn’t really fazed by it, but more fazed by her offer.

Stay with them? As in live in the same home as them? Or did that secretly mean he would become their slave, servant, or something along those lines? Well...she didn’t seem like the spoiled rich kid type. After all, he was in a garage for pity’s sake. So there was that at least. But he still felt uncomfortable at the idea of living with the likes of humans. He hadn’t lived like that in ages, and he hadn’t been planning to anytime soon. Besides, he could very much live on his own without any help from these strange children.

...But, he did have to consider a few other things.

This hatted kid, who was surprisingly eager, was the first human to show him any scrap of kindness in a long time. He couldn’t remember when he had been seen as an actual person. Actually, now that he thought about it, he was never seen as a person by anybody. The two old geezers certainly didn’t like him, the pathetic men who called themselves the ‘Mafia’ weren’t on the best terms when it came to their first meeting, and she was the last person he would ever consider as ‘kind’. But why did this little child care about him so much? She knew he was considered ‘hostile’, and yet she still wanted to repair him. But what was her gain out of all this? It just didn’t make any sen-

“Snatcher? Are you okay? Did you shut yourself down?” Hat Kid asked him, interrupting his train of thought. He snapped out of it and smiled awkwardly at her, not sure of what else to do.

“Sorry, I was thinking to myself. Force of habit.” Snatcher apologized, before quickly regretting it. He didn’t like to think about all those years he had spent ‘shut down’. “Well...” he pondered, considering the situation at hand one last time. “Do you really think you could fix me?” he asked her, practically already knowing the reply he was going to get.

“Sure! I’m really good at fixing up robot buddies!” Hat Kid said, trying to control her unbridled joy. Snatcher paused for a moment, before finally making up his mind about his decision.

“I guess I could stay here then!” Snatcher said while smiling confidently. Hat Kid eyes filled up with glee, as she squealed happily.

“Yayyyyyy! New robo-friend!” Hat Kid said, getting off the floor so she could jump up and down in the air. Snatcher watched her, slightly concerned yet amused at the same time. The kid seemed to be infatuated with him, gasping and jumping at every little thing he did. Which gave him an advantage in all of this. That made him feel much safer, like he was in control. Maybe this was a good idea after all-

“Hold it just a minute!” Mu spoke up, causing Hat Kid to stop jumping. After sulking in the corner for so long, she decided to make her way over to Snatcher. “If you stay with us, you have to cool it with the evil...ness...” she said with authority, before trailing off near the end. This earned a snicker from Snatcher.

“Nice choice of words there, kid.” Snatcher said, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Hey! You heard what I said!” Mu shot back as her face went red, either from anger or embarrassment. “No murdery stuff! Or else!” she said firmly, before sticking out her hand for him to shake.

“You do realize I only have one arm, right?” Snatcher said jokingly, quite prideful that it got a giggle out of Hat Kid. Mu puffed up her cheeks, not finding the joke as funny. “Alright, fine then. I won’t do any ‘murdery stuff’-” Hat Kid giggled again as he spoke. “-As long as you stop calling me...How did you put it again? ‘A pile of junk’?” he sneered back, making Mu’s mouth drop in disbelief.

“How did you-?! How could you-?!” Mu sputtered, before letting out a long groan of anger and running towards the exit door. As he heard the loud bang of her leaving the room, he laughed a bit to himself. That hooded brat was going to be fun to mess with. Especially once the other kid replaced him arm. He looked back a Hat Kid, who beamed brightly at him. Then, without warning, she pounced on him in a big hug. He froze still, how long had it been since he had received a hug? Oh yeah! Too long for his liking.

“Uh, kid? I don’t think we’ve quite reached the ‘hugging’ stage yet.” Snatcher said, squirming uncomfortably.

“Oh! Sorry, sorry!” Hat Kid apologized, getting off of him in about two seconds flat.

“You’re...fine, kiddo. Just give me a bit of warning next time.” Snatcher trailed off, still a bit uncomfortable.

This was going to be quite the adjustment, Snatcher thought to himself. Living with two small children (and whatever guardians they had) was going to be...weird at first. With all this affection, hugging, and whatnot. That was defiantly out of his comfort zone, no doubt about that. But who knows? Maybe with a bit of extra time, this kid could fix him good as new! And he had time to spare, he supposed.

Although, staying here? Permanently? That raised a few concerns. Ones that he didn’t exactly know how to answer. Sure the kid would fix him, give him shelter, and be ‘friends’ with him. But he was his own bot, he had to remember. He didn’t have ‘friends’, especially not human friends. But since this kid was giving him everything he needed for the time being...

It couldn’t hurt to stay a bit longer, could it?

***

Pain...everything...hurts….why was she...in so much…PAIN?!

Vanessa’s entire body ached and throbbed with pain. And she felt cold...so very cold. She could barely even move, her body was so stiff and weighed her down. And for some reason, she couldn’t open her mouth very well. It was like her mouth was too heavy to open. She felt like she was sitting down on the floor, which was odd. Hadn’t she been just…? Actually...what had she been doing before? The harder she tried to think about it, the blurrier the memories were. And a droning, buzzing noise in her head wouldn’t leave her, making it hard to think clearly. Was this a headache? Probably. In that case then, she needed to get out of bed to let her parents know. She slowly began to open her eyes and push herself up.

But as she tried to get up, her movements more rigid than she remembered, a loud rattling noise followed. It startled her, making her eyes wide open to gaze at her surroundings. Her vision was a bright piercing red and a bit fuzzy, which made it difficult to see the rest of her room. This wasn’t good, she worried she might’ve caught some serious disease. She had to get to her parents immediately so they could call up a doctor. She wobbled onto her feet, ready to go tell her parents that she wasn’t feeling well. But as she made for the direction of what she thought was the door, she found she couldn’t move any further. She quickly looked down at her wrists, which felt like they were being pulled by something-

To Vanessa’s sudden horror, she saw that her wrists were bound with rusty chains.

She tried moving forward again, praying that the chains would break off. But she soon found that she was chained down in more places than one. Her ankles, neck, and waist were also adorned with old cuffs clamped around them. She tried prying them off with her own hands.

Her hands...were claws.

Hideous, mangled claws took the place of her normal hands. Every single talon was skinny and sharp, like giant needles instead of fingers. And on closer inspection, she noticed more terrifying changes to her body. Her skin, once pale and soft, was coal black and shiny. Like metal...no wait. IT WAS METAL. She frantically touched her hair, it was metal too. Even the strange, black, blood-covered dress she was wearing. It too was also made of metal. She started to shake in fear, makings the chains rattle even more. Memories came back like a devastating flood in her mind. And. It. HURT. She held her head in pain as she fell to her knees, making scraping noises on the floor. The floor which was metal. The room that was metal. The maze that was metal.

SHE. REMEMBERED.

Her mind played back every single memory, like a tape recorder. And despite the insanely fast speed it was going, she could recall all of them right there. It all felt too surreal, like she was reliving everything that brought her up to this point. Her prince’s betrayal, him holding hands with the florist android. Her rage and fury, whacking him with every bit of strength she had. Trying to hide the body, an axe coming down on metal legs. It skipped ahead some more after that. The blue smoke, putting her to sleep. The terrible, mad laughter from an insane robot. The metal table she was strapped onto, her not being able to move. The many sharp tools, ready to cut into her flesh.

And the pain the pain the pain the pain-

She glitched, stuck on an unpleasant memory. Her head twitched, before everything abruptly stopped all at once. And as if someone flipped a switch in her head, she was brought back to the present. The present, which was her metal box of a prison. She wanted to open her mouth to scream, to shout, to say anything! But as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t. So she did the next best thing. She scratched and dragged her claws against the cuffs. If she was going to have these hideous things, she might as well use them.

It did no good though, as she managed to scratch herself more than the chain cuffs. As she tried to tear at them, she just ended up leaving silver scratch marks all over her metal body. If she wasn’t already on them, she would have fallen down to her knees. She felt like she wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Of course they wouldn’t come, she thought to herself. That red-eyed freak had turned her into a horrible, metal monster. Her beauty ruined and her life torn apart forever. Her parents wouldn’t even be able to recognize her own face now that she-

Wait a moment…her face.

She had to see what he had done to her face. As much as the rest of her body terrified her, she had to see it. She crawled on her hands and knees, trying to look for a reflective surface. She found a single patch on the wall, one that was clear of rust. She crawled faster, chains dragging on the floor. She struggled all the while, the chains on her wrists and ankles somehow allowing her to get there. But the cuff on her neck was the worse one. If her neck hadn’t been made of metal, she would have been choking herself. She reached out to the spot on the wall, her claws barely scraping against the surface. She looked at her own reflection-

No. That’s not her. It can’t be her! IT JUST CAN’T BE!

She stared back, as if paralyzed by the thing she saw on the wall. It had horrible, jagged hair that came down in points. Since the hair was made of metal, it was like you could cut your finger on the sharp edges. Her eyes, once radiant blue, were now a wild red. Glaring eyes with no pupils, just two red lights glowing in the darkness. But that wasn’t the worst part. Its mouth was the most ghastly to look at. Giant, sharp, and rusted teeth were all you could see. They were bent and crooked, different shapes and sizes. Not to mention how long and thin they all were, like daggers instead of real teeth. Its maw was so filled with teeth it looked like it could tear someone’s head clean off. She shook terribly, not tearing her eyes away from the creature. She touched her own face, the creature did the same.

She finally found her voice, and let out a long scream.

But what came out of her mouth was not her voice at all. Instead it was a terrible shrieking noise, one that sound like a mix of monstrous screaming and grinding metal. It echoed in her room and carried out through the halls. She stopped and banged her head against the wall. Why was this happening to her?! What had she done to deserve this?! Why was fate so cruel to-

“Don’t worry, my sweet! I’ll be there in just a second!”

She immediately perked up at the voice coming from the hallway. She started to sob loudly, fearing for her life. He was coming back. That dreadful robot was coming back to do who knows what to her. She wanted to disappear out of sight, to hide somewhere. But there was nowhere she could go. So that only left one option, to break her way out of here. She got up quickly, nearly falling onto the floor, and started to slam her body against the wall. She was extremely desperate, hoping that the wall would cave in and lead to a way out of here. She slammed against the wall again, then she banged on it with open hands. She dragged her claws against the wall like a cat, the noise was awful.

“Hold on, hold on. You’re so impatient sometimes...”

She could hear him outside the door now, she was deathly quiet. She could hear strange, beeping and whirring noises from behind the door. And then it split apart to open, since it was a mechanical door instead of a regular door. She quickly snapped her head towards the sound. And there, standing in the doorway, was Moonjumper. He looked a lot different from when she last saw him. His metal skin seemed to be newer and shiner, with new metal clothes to match. He was dusting himself off and ‘fixing’ the cuffs of his metal jacket. He slowly rolled on his wheel into the room with his hands behind his back, the metal door shutting behind him. He then looked up, and flashed a smile.

“Hello, my princess. Did you miss me?” Moonjumper half-greeted, half-sneered.

He rolled a bit closer, Vanessa shrank back. “Did you enjoy your little nap, by the way? I personally don’t spend twelve years recharging, but to each their own!” he laughed madly. Vanessa was shocked at his words. Twelve whole years?! That’s how long she had been unconscious?! “Oh my, look at what a beauty you turned out to be!” he grinned wide, clasping his hands together in admiration. “I think I’ve really out-done myself this time. This is truly some of my finest work!” he posed pridefully and then looked her over. Vanessa looked down at her new claws, then glared at him with her red eyes. This was all his fault. He did this to her. The rage bubbled up inside of her until she couldn’t control it anymore.

She got up and lunged for him.

She was so close. So tantalizingly close to ripping apart his stupid metal face with her claws. Her claws were so incredibly close to him that she could almost make small pinpricks on his face, if she tried hard enough. But despite the fact that he was moments away from death, Moonjumper just simply smiled. He rolled himself backwards, still facing her. But she kept reaching, nearly taking off her own head in the process. But she tripped, falling face-first onto the floor. Moonjumper watched her, highly amused.

“Vanessa...I’m surprised at you!” he teased her, making her look up at him. “I didn’t know you would throw yourself at me the moment I came into the room. You must be obsessed with me!” he said, before bursting into a laughing fit. His laughs were that of a madman, loud and continuous. She absolutely hated that laughter, it was driving her crazy. She snarled and growled loudly, twisting and turning in her chains. This just made him more amused, holding his sides and howling with laughter. She started to roar and hiss, playing her part as the monster perfectly.

“Ah ha ha ha! V-Vanessa please stop! T-this is quite-” he snickered in between. “This is quite unladylike of you! Ha ha ha!” he kept on, spinning around until he made his way the back of the room. He leaned against the wall, still holding his sides. Stuck on the wall were different levers. One red, one blue, and one yellow. He reached for the yellow one, grabbing it but not flipping it just yet. “Okay Vanessa, you can stop now!” he shouted, cutting his laughter short. But she didn’t stop at all, she was too angry to listen. “Vanessa...” he called back to her over her screaming. But she just kept going and going, not able to hear him or just not caring. His face turn from cheery to scowling as he pulled down the yellow lever.

Vanessa screamed as her entire body was electrocuted.

Her body twitched all over as glowing blue currents went through her. Showers of sparks emitted from her joints, falling and disappearing once they hit the floor. Her screams became more distorted and warbled. And her eyes glowed brighter, it felt like she was going blind. But Moonjumper just watched, a disappointed look on his face. The electricity filled the air with noise, the light illuminating his face. And after a few more minutes of torture, he flipped the switch back up. The currents finally stopped, small fizzling noises could still be heard. Vanessa was stiff, a few twitches here and there. And after a few seconds, she fell backwards onto the floor. Her heavy body made a resounding clang once she fully crashed, still twitching from the shock.

“I think we still need to work out a few bugs...” Moonjumper grumbled, rolling over to her body.

Small pillars of smoke erupted from her body, filling the air. Her eyes were much dimmer, but she was still alive somehow. Despite the fact that she couldn’t move, her joints and circuits nearly fried, she was still conscious. Seeing no immediate danger now, Moonjumper came closer to her twitching body. He leaned over her, giving her a dirty look. He shook his head and ‘tsk tsked’ in disappointment.

“That was highly inappropriate Vanessa. And on your special day no less!” he scolded her, wagging a metal claw in her direction. He leaned down to pick her up, grunting a bit as he wrapped his arms around her. “You should really learn to be more obedient, as any proper lady should.” he huffed as he propped her body up, her head tilting on her shoulder. He moved back, looking back at her. “No no, that won’t do...” he mumbled to himself, turning back to the levers on the wall. He inspects them for a bit, before picking the red one to pull. A terrible wrenching noises could be heard behind her, along with the rattling of chains.

She was being pulled back.

She fell like a rag doll back onto the floor, getting a full upside down view of what was happening behind her. What she hadn’t noticed before was that her chains were connected to several pulley systems on the wall. She was being dragged slowly across the floor as the excess chains receded back into the wall. After what felt like an eternity she hit the back wall, the cuff on her neck helping bring her head back up up. Once she was fully pulled up, she found she was bound to the wall...again. She looked around the room, Moonjumper had disappeared. She couldn’t move, which just brought the horrible memories back into her mind. They played out like a record on a turn table, running fast but getting stuck on some parts. Like the part were she had hurt her prince. Or the part where she had been kidnapped. But the worst part she kept reliving, was the part where Moonjumper had experimented on her. The slow, painful process of being turned into robot that she could still remember so clearly. She had still been awake as the sparks flew and the blood spilled-

“I’m back, sweetheart!” Moonjumper’s voice interrupted her playbacks. She hadn’t seen him open the door, she had been much too busy in her own horrible thoughts. But as he rolled back into the room, she could she that he was holding a metal box in his arms. A metal box made to, crudely, look like a wrapped up birthday present. “Sorry if I was gone for a bit. But I knew the process was going to take awhile.” he informed her, putting the box on the ground. He then looked up, as if remembering something important.

“I didn’t tell you I was going to get your present did I?” he faked gasped before slapping his own hand. “Bad Moonjumper, I should have known better!” he giggled madly, showing off his sharp teeth. “Then again...I suppose it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?” he laughed low, hinting at the situation’s irony. “But enough about that. Now that you’re all nice and comfy, I can give you your birthday present!” he cheered, leaning down to the metal box to open it. Hearing this, Vanessa was confused out of her mind. Birthday present? It wasn’t her birthday...or was it? Had that much time really passed by?

“I bet you thought I forgot, didn’t you? Well, I know my princess better than anyone. And I know...” he opened the box’s lid, pulling out what was inside. “...That she loves to be surprised!” he finished, bringing himself back up. He held out the present for her to see. “Tada!” he said as he presented the object in his hands. But what it was supposed to be, she had absolutely no clue. It looked like a piece of junk, different pieces of metal bolted together. Rusted parts were mixed in with much shinier, newer parts. Some were straight and flat, while others were more bent. But all of them had one thing in common. They were all flat on the bottom and pointed on top, arranged to make a circle.

“Do you like it?” Moonjumper asked, holding it out more for her to see. She wanted to respond with a loud “No”, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. “It’s your new crown!” he boasted, proud of his handy-work. She would have quirk an eyebrow if she had any. That was supposed to be a crown? It looked like a dreadful piece of trash! “Your old one was much too small to fit your new frame, so I made you a new one! I think this one will suit you much better!” he smiled before going back to the box. As he was hunched over she heard a familiar click. Once he came back up, she saw on of his upper hands was gone. Instead, a small blowtorch tool took it’s place. “Now, hold still a moment...”

He came closer, very close. So close that if they had any breath, they would be breathing on one another. He placed the crown on top of her head and turned on the blowtorch. He held the makeshift crown steady and began to weld it onto her head. A blue light glow on her head and sparks flew everywhere. Some even landed on Moonjumper’s face, but he didn’t flinch. He was much too absorbed in his work. Vanessa could feel something hot dripping down her metal hair, ruining it as it quickly stuck there. She made a sort of whimpering noise, sounding more like a scared animal than a human. He didn’t hear it, he was humming over her cries. He made sure his humming was loud enough so she could her it, the metals walls making his voice echo. He then started to sing…

“Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday to you,

Happy Birthday dear Vanessa,

Happy Birthday to you.”

His singing voice, despite his nature, was eerie yet sweet. As terrified as she was, the singing was almost calming. It reminder her of her prince. Her real prince. The prince that hugged and comforted her when she was upset. The one who danced with her and cared for her. The one that bought her flowers. She actually began to cry sorrowful tears. But her tears were not human, thin trickles of oil slid down her metal face. She realization hit her, after everything that had happened to her, of what she had truly lost. She now knew who had caused all her endless pain and heartbreak. It wasn’t her parents’ fault, or the florist android's fault, or even her dear prince’s fault. It was all her fault.

“From good friends and true,

From old friends and new,

May good luck go with you,

And happiness too.”

Moonjumper finished the song, turning off the blowtorch and standing back to admire his true work. “There we go! All fitted up for your big day!” he said, putting his hands on her metal cheeks. “Don’t you look wonderful, Vanessa? Or should I say...Queen Vanessa?” he grinned. But his grin fell once he heard her sobs. Vanessa’s motion was starting to return slowly, her body shivering in her bindings. “Vanessa are you...crying?” he asked, quite surprised that she was able to. She looked up at him, oil still pouring from out her metal sockets.

“I’m...sorry...”

She croaked out an apology in a voice that wasn’t hers. The voicebox that Moonjumper had given her was very broken, making her words glitched and warped. But Moonjumper had heard her clearly, his eyes widening in surprise. She sobbed, too devastated to be upset anymore. She understood now. This robot, as much as he was messed up in the head, was still her prince. She could still see it in his eyes. The kindness and caring that he showed her every day they were together was still there. It had lasted throughout all the years, deep in his core. Just because he was different on the outside, didn’t mean that he was gone. He turned her into this creature so they could stay together forever. And though he had hurt her, tortured her, and chained her, he loved her. He loved her just like how she loved him.

“I...love you...my prince...” she spoke again, her voice becoming more crackled and fuzzy with static. She wanted to reach out to him, to hold him again. She had missed his gentle touch, the way they would embrace. Even if they were both made of cold metal, she didn’t care anymore. She tried to squirm in her chains to get his attention, to silently plead for her freedom. Moonjumper’s face was blank, as if in shock.

His face then turned sinister, and he promptly slashed her across the face with his claws.

She screeched out in shock, her head going backwards. She now had three silver scars imprinted into her metal face. Moonjumper grabbed her chin and yanked her head up, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were filled with hatred, his face even more so. “I don’t think you understand, you brat.” he spat out the word, full of scorn and hostility. She looked back at him, deeply hurt. Didn’t he love her? Wasn’t that the whole reason of why she did this to her? So they could be together forever? He squeezed her face even tighter, nearly denting in her cheeks.

“I didn’t program you to have feelings.”

She stared blankly, making him smile somehow. “Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t gotten it by now. I thought you were a smart girl!” he mocked. “Then again, I suppose I was asking for too much.” he huffed, rubbing the oil from off her face and looking at his hand in disgust. “Don’t you see? I’ve finally fixed you up to be your true self.” he said, coming closer and whispering in her auditory sensor. “Not a beautiful princess, but a monster. Because that’s all you are to me.” he told her, breaking her heart and stepping on the shatter pieces for good measure. “Does that hurt you?” he hissed, dragging a claw on her cheek to make another mark. “Oh, I hope it does. I worked very hard on those pain receptors. I mean, what’s the point of making sometime alive...without a little pain to go with it?” he said, tapping his claw on her cheek. Vanessa was shocked, he really was alive. He felt pain and feelings just like a human could. But why was he taking it all out on her?! Didn’t he see that she loved and forgave him?!

“...why?...” was all she could manage to say.

“I think that’s enough out of you.” Moonjumper growled, making her shrink back to the wall. He stepped back, giving himself more room to work, before going to open up her chest cavity. He undid some latches and blots, making the lid fly open. He looked inside her metal frame, wires and circuits doing their jobs respectfully. He reached inside, using his other hands to hold Vanessa steady. She could feel his hand moving inside of her and touching her robotic organs, a very unpleasant experience. His hand made its way up to where her throat was. She could feel him grabbing onto something in the middle of it, causing her to make choking noises as an old reflex. He pulled on it fast, she could feel something breaking. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but her voice cut out halfway. He ripped out the part with a grunt, quickly pulling his hand out.

She saw why she couldn’t scream out in pain, he had ripped out her voicebox.

“Well! That came out easier than I thought it would!” Moonjumper chuckled, throwing the voicebox up in the air and catching it. He was too late to notice that it was leaking oil, and small back droplets splashed on his and Vanessa’s face. He looked down in his hand, dripping with the black substance. “I think I might need to freshen up a bit. You stay right here, alright?” he laughed, ‘booping’ her face right where her nose would have been. “I come back to visit you if I need any...spare parts.” he said, before cackling madly as he made his way to the door. “Au revoir, my dear queen!” Moonjumper laughed cruelly, before disappearing from the room. Vanessa didn’t have any more energy to struggle wildly or to bang against the walls. She was too deeply hurt, on the outside and on the inside. He had left her empty and broken, an even more damaged state than the one she had left him in so many years ago.

The prince had finally gotten his revenge.

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thelastspeecher · 6 years ago

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Hi, like your werepire ficlets! You mentioned in "Odd" that Ford almost killed Angie with wolfsbane in the werepire universe. Stan's reaction is understandable; So what's, Fiddleford, the protective brother's reaction to his friend almost killing his sister. Can't really see him stopping Stan. Was Fiddleford there when it happened, or did he find out afterwards? Would Stan & Angie stick around after that? I feel a sister-protecting-Ford-deflecting robot would be appropriate after that.

Well, Anon, you are in luck! I was inspired by this ask to write that scene (which is actually something I’ve been meaning to do for a while). To answer your questions that won’t get answered by the ficlet below: Stan and Angie stay in a motel a couple nights after the Incident, to get some space and allow everyone to cool off. And Fiddleford loosens up his “I don’t really like this vampire guy hanging around Angie so much” feelings, bc he knows that Stan can protect Angie better than he can. Fidds also refuses to cook for Ford for a few weeks.

And without further ado, here you go. A free ficlet ;)

Fiddleford could hear theshouting as he pulled into the driveway. He stifled a sigh.

Great. Those Pines men are at eachother’s throats again. He turned offthe truck’s motor and stepped outside.

“You coulda killed her, Stanford!”Stan’s voice screamed. The pickup’skeys, held loosely in Fiddleford’s hand, fell to the ground.

Her. There’s only one “her” inthe house. He bolted from the truck,not bothering to close the door in his haste, and tore into the house, slammingthe front door open. Stan stood in theliving room, pinning Ford against the wall. He normally tried to hide his enlarged fangs, but they were on fulldisplay in a vicious snarl. Fiddlefordlooked around frantically for Angie. Hecaught sight of her, curled up in a ball on the floor a few feet from Stan andFord.

“Banjey!” Fiddlefordshouted. Stan and Ford looked over,startled. Fiddleford ignored both ofthem, instead rushing to Angie’s side. Her body shuddered with deep coughs and loud wheezing. “Banjey, what’s wrong? What happened?” Angie let out another wheeze. Her eyes were watering. Fiddleford’s heart stopped. He recognized these symptoms. “Where’s yer epi?”

“Epinephrine won’t help her,”Ford said. His voice was slightly strainedby Stan’s arm against his throat. Fiddleford whipped his head around to glare at Ford.

“Yer not a medical doctor. I know my sister! She has a serious food allergy. It looks exactly like this!” Ford’s face paled.

“She- she does?”

“Yes!”

“Right pocket,” Angie wheezed. Fiddleford grabbed the EpiPen from the rightpocket in Angie’s jeans. As he preparedto inject her with it, Ford shouted.

“Wait!”

“No, I don’t give a flyin’ darn ‘boutyer opinion, Stanford-” Fiddleford started.

“The thing that triggered theallergic reaction is in the room. Youneed to remove her before the epinephrine will be of use.”

“Stanf-”

“I’ll help,” Stan said. He let go of Ford, who promptly fell to thefloor, and strode over. “C’mon, Ang.” Stan picked Angie up carefully and took heroutside, Fiddleford close behind. Helaid her on the grass. Fiddleford kneltbeside her and immediately used the EpiPen. Angie let out a loud gasp. Herbreathing steadied. After a few moments,the flush coloring her cheeks began to fade.

“We’ll take you to the ER, don’tworry,” Fiddleford said calmly. Angienodded. Fiddleford stood. “Stanley, you claim to love my sister. Why the hell were ya wastin’ precious timearguin’ while she couldn’t breathe?” Fiddleford demanded. Stan took a step back, visibly surprised bythe venom in Fiddleford’s voice.

“Look, I didn’t-”

“Ford’s fault,” Angiewheezed. She sat up. “It was Ford’s fault.”

“I told ya not to eat the fancygranola he bought last week-”

“No-” Angie started.

“And save yer breath,junebug. Ya need every bit of air ya canget right now. Stan can explain thingsto me.” Fiddleford looked at Stan. “Well?”

“I have no clue what happened,”Stan said. “I was working on my car whenI heard Angie start screaming. I raninside, and Ford was shoving something in her face, and she was completelyfreaking out, coughing and sneezing. She- she got worse while I was trying to get Ford to tell me what hedid.”

“I didn’t mean for things to gothat poorly,” Ford’s voice said. Fiddlefordspun around. Ford had followed themoutside. He had the grace to look sheepish. “If I had known she was severely allergic tosomething already, I would have tried something else. Lycanthropes don’t typically have such strongreactions to wolfsbane unless they ingest it.”

“Ya shouldn’t have been tryin’ todo anything that would cause any sort of harm to- wait.” Fiddleford stared at Ford. “Lycanthropes?” Ford nodded.

“Angie’s a werewolf.”

“A- Stanford, I told you not todiagnose my sister with some spookum disease!”

“Fidds,” Angie said softly. Fiddleford looked down at Angie, stillsitting on the grass. She lookedaway. “He’s right.” Fiddleford sunk to his knees next to hissister.

“What?”

“He’s right. He- he figured it out. I’m-” Angie’s eyes suddenly filled with tears. Stan crouched next to Angie.

“Ang,” Stan said. Angie shook her head wordlessly.

“Stanley, is- is she really-”Fiddleford started. Stan nodded.

“Yeah. We figured it out pretty fast. As far as we can tell, she got bit by awerewolf that she thought was a stray dog that needed help. When she transformed for the first time, shewas too confused to turn back, and got stuck until I found her.” Stan swallowed. “We think she was trying to go home, sinceshe got all the way to Missouri from California.”

“Oh. Oh, dear. Oh, my poor baby sister.” Fiddleford stroked Angie’s hair. Angie let out a small sob. Fiddleford grit his teeth and stood. He glared at Ford. “StanfordFilbrick Pines, what is wrong with you?”

“I had to-”

“No! You didn’thave to poison my sister to prove she was a werewolf. What, ya couldn’t wait until the next fullmoon?”

“Fiddleford, I didn’t expect herto react so strongly,” Ford said, holding his hands out placatingly.

“Ya shouldn’t have exposed her tosomethin’ ya thought she would react to at all! Even if ya thought she would just sneeze once! Yer too foolhardy, dammit!”

“Fiddleford-”

“Clean up everything in the housethat could hurt my sister. Now,”Fiddleford said firmly. “Stan ‘n I aregoin’ to take her to the hospital.” Fordpuffed up for a moment like he was going to argue, before deflating andsilently nodding. He went backinside. Fiddleford turned his attention backto Angie. “Why didn’t you tell me?” heasked. Angie slowly got to her feet withStan’s help.

“I didn’t want to complicatethings,” Angie said. “You were alreadydealin’ with a lot. Yer missin’ sistershowin’ up out of nowhere with no memory, said sister havin’ a vampire fer aboyfriend, said vampire bein’ yer research partner’s estranged twin. I didn’t want to add to it. And…” Angie looked down at her feet. “Ididn’t want you to fuss over me any more than you already were. I’m fine. Mostly.” She coughed.

“You were worried ‘bout how Iwould react,” Fiddleford said. Angienodded. “Well, that’s fair, since I ain’tquite sure how I’d react findin’ this out under dif’rent circumstances. But with everything that just happened, youbein’ a werewolf is the least of my worries.” Angie let out a wheeze. “Case inpoint. We need to take ya to the hospital. Like ya always do after ya use yer epi.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“I know, Fidds. I know.”

“C’mon.” Fiddleford helped Angie into the passengerseat of his pickup. She immediatelyleaned against the window, her eyes closed. Fiddleford looked at Stan. “Allthis time, I’ve been feelin’ a bit weird ‘bout a vampire bein’ the one torescue my sister. But if she ain’t humanneither, it’s prob’ly fer the best it was you and not some Joe Schmoe.” Stan grinned toothily.

“Wow, that was almost acompliment,” Stan said. He soberedabruptly. “But I think so too. Can’t imagine how a normal human wouldareacted to Angie turning into a wolf a few weeks after meeting her. Me? Weird shit like that’s my bread and butter nowadays.” Angie rolled down the window.

“Are you two gents ever goin’ totake me to the hospital?” she called. “Orshould I just walk there?”

#akjdsf normally I try not to answer asks with ficlets #but sometimes I just gotta bc the writing spirit HITS ME #and this was one of those times #Werepire Stangie AU #Stangie #Angie McGucket #Fiddleford McGucket #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #my writing #ficlet #ask #Anonymous

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scarletraven1001 · 6 years ago

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Linked: Chapter 5

Summary: Bulma and Vegeta begin to truly understand their feelings, with a little help from their friends.

Previous Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

Also on Ao3.

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Note: I am sooo sorry for this incredibly late update! Some of you may remember that I had gotten really sick soon after posting the last chapter of this, but now that I am better, I am back!

I hope you enjoy this, and as always, feedback gives me liiiiife.

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Chapter 5: Synced

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“Hello?”

Bulma held the phone to her cheek with her shoulder as she tried to answer the call and sort through the growing pile of papers on her desk.

��Good morning. Am I speaking to Ms. Bulma Briefs?” asked the voice on the other line.

“Yes, this is Ms. Briefs. May I ask who is on the line, please?”

“Ms. Briefs, I am Dr. Gero from NRRU, the New Red Ribbon University,” he said, making Bulma straighten in her seat, papers forgotten as she quickly grabbed the phone with both hands.

NRRU was a premier academic and research institute, and she knew of Dr. Gero through the several books he had written on nuclear physics.

“What can I do for you, Dr. Gero?” she asked, her heart leaping within her chest.

“We had received a recommendation for you from one of our colleagues, and I wish to ask if you would be interested in coming in for an interview to fill a job vacancy as a Research Fellow for our Physics Department?”

Her jaw fell slack, mouth open in shock, as she digested what she had just heard.

She had just been asked to try for a post at freaking NRRU.

She nearly wheezed, one hand flying to her chest to keep her heart from ripping straight through her rib cage.

This… was unbelievable…

And she knew exactly who had made it possible.

“Ms. Briefs? Are you still there?”

“Yes!” she yipped, before she cleared her throat and tried to answer with a smidge more dignity. “Yes, Dr. Gero. I am still on the line. And I am, of course, very interested regarding your offer for an interview.”

“Alright then, have you a pen and paper? Please take down these details,” Gero said, and Bulma made a mad scramble for a pen to take down the interview details, now set for three days away.

She thanked him profusely before she practically flew to HR to file for a day of vacation leave, and as she sat back down on her desk, she had the widest smile on her face, immediately alerting Chichi.

“What’s up, Bulma?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Bull crap,” replied her friend. “You have been morose for days. Ever since- well, ya know…”

And she did.

When she and Vegeta had agreed to part ways, she had know it would be difficult, but never imagined that it would be so all-consumingly painful.

She wholeheartedly blamed the marks, as she knew that it was the stupid things that caused her so much grief, but she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe…

Maybe…

Maybe she had really been falling for him, Soulmate or not.

He was intelligent, handsome, determined to succeed and unconventionally caring… things that she had always known that she wanted in a man, but had never found until he came along.

And in her – their – stubbornness, they had pulled away from each other before they could discover what they truly had brewing, because both were overly cautious about being manipulated by a fate that they cannot control.

She snapped out of her thoughts when Chichi reached forward to hold her hand, and Bulma’s lips quivered when she spied the pitying sadness in her friend’s gaze.

“Bulma,” Chichi hesitated. “Don’t you think that maybe you should-”

“No, Chi,” she said, cutting off a sentiment that had been repeated to her several times already.

“But…”

“I am not gonna ask him to come back,” Bulma said. “This… this is nothing! I’ve just hit a bit of a snag, but I’m gonna be fine.”

Chichi looked unconvinced, but nodded, pulling her hand back.

Chichi smiled with forced brightness as Bulma did the same, asking again, “So, why were you so happy just now?”

Bulma excitedly told her about the phone call, expecting Chichi to be as ridiculously happy as she was, but Chichi just frowned again.

“What? Why do you look so sad?” she asked.

“Because… well, can’t you see, Bulma,” she responded haltingly. “This was Vegeta’s doing. He is still looking out for you. And if that isn’t a sign of true affection, I don’t know what is.”

“Chichi, I can’t just accept that he’s the one, all because of a dumb tattoo-”

“It isn’t, though!” Chichi exclaimed, suddenly standing up, hands balled into tiny fists at her side. “You are self-sabotaging, as usual!”

Bulma’s eyes widened, and she was about to say something when Chichi held a hand up to her to silence her.

“You always give up before you can start. You find a negative sign before you see the go-signal,” Chichi ranted. “You have sacrificed everything for everyone else, and have gotten so used to compromising that you have never tried to take a risk for yourself!”

“Chichi-”

“Do ya think Goku and I had it all so easy?” she asked, raising a hand up to pinch her eyes in frustration. “You know what he’s like. He wasn’t ready to settle down. He didn’t even seem to understand what it meant! But I knew that I wanted him, and I fought, Bulma. I wanted that man, I fought for him, and now I have never been happier.”

“It’s not the same thing!” Bulma protested. “You and Goku fell in love with each other-”

“Didn’t you?”

Bulma paused, stunned.

Did she?

Did she actually, really fall for Vegeta?

“Maybe you need to see him again, Bulma. Or talk to him. Just one more time… Your soulmate mark has been wilting so badly lately and… maybe if you talk to Vegeta again, you can use that as your guide.”

Bulma looked down at her arm, where her soulmate mark looked like a branch of wilted leaves, the previously bright scarlet lines now a fading, brownish red.

Her mark looked as miserable as she felt…

“Maybe… maybe after this interview. I just need some more time,” Bulma said.

Chichi smiled sadly at her, leaning down to once again hold her hands in hers.

“I wish you luck, Bulma.”

And Bulma knew, that Chichi was not just talking about the interview.

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NRRU was massive, and Bulma was in heaven as she looked around at the high-tech cars and freshly-painted buildings comprising the Scientific Research Department.

Dr. Gero, a kindly old man with long gray hair, was an amazing person, and Bulma somehow managed to answer all his questions in spite of her rioting nerves.

The fact that Gero was so supportive helped a lot, and nearly an hour after they had shook hands as they met, Gero leaned back in his chair with a very fond grin.

“You really are as brilliant as I had been told you were,” Gero said. “Then again, coming from this colleague of mine, I knew that his recommendations are valuable, as he is rather hard to impress. And you really impressed him, Ms. Briefs.”

Bulma hesitated, before she asked, “I just wanted to confirm… I was referred to you by Mr. Vegeta Ouji, am I correct?”

“Yes, and I should give him a call to thank him. This interview we just had was one of the most entertaining ones I have had in years!”

She beamed, “Does this mean that I pass your screening then, Dr. Gero?”

He nodded. “I shall be forwarding the results of this interview to our Recruitment team, and I will be asking them to expedite your paperwork. I think you will be an asset, Ms. Briefs, and I am looking forward to working with you.”

Bulma wanted to cry from how happy she was, disbelief running along with her unparalleled excitement.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Gero,” she said. “I am so excited, and I am really going to do my best here, I promise.”

Gero stood up, and both of them reached forward to shake hands.

However, as they did, Bulma noticed something strange…

Gero’s sleeve had ridden up, and she saw that his arm was riddled with a pale, ash gray tattoo that was in the vague shape of a butterfly.

Gero noticed her gaze, and with a fatherly smile, he moved to pull his sleeve up, exposing him arm to her.

“Is that…” Bulma began.

“My Soulmate Mark,” Gero confirmed. “Back in the day, this was in the form of a lovely golden butterfly.”

Bulma swallowed, unsure, but curiosity won over and she asked, “Did it also start to fade when you rejected your Soulmate?”

Gero’s eyes widened at her question. “Rejected?”

She nodded, confused.

The old Doctor smiled, shaking his head. “I did not reject my Soulmate. She was my wife, for many years, and this mark turned into this… after she passed away.”

“I am so sorry…”

“It was quite a few years ago, and she left me with my wonderful son, who is working in the NRRU Robotics Department,” he smiled, before he asked, “What made you believe that I had rejected my Soulmate, Ms. Briefs?”

With an embarrassed blush, she pulled her sleeve up to show him her own wilting tattoo. “My… my mark turned into this after my Soulmate and I parted ways. We weren’t quite sure of each other…”

Gero frowned. “Ms. Briefs… the way your mark has reacted… that is not how the Marks react to rejected or unfit Soulmates.”

She furrowed her brow at him, curious.

“If you and your Soulmate find yourselves incompatible, the Marks would change from their original state, but would not transform into more complex patterns,” he explained.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that the way your Mark looks, is how it would if both your heart and soul have found your match, but you have been made to part ways,” he said kindly, a fond smile on his lips. “The mark would have grown beautiful, but after you left your Soulmate, it faded, as if your soul was in mourning… just as mine mourns every single day after I had lost my dear wife.”

Bulma gaped, stunned. “This means… that my Soulmate… is also the man for my heart?”

Gero’s smiled widened. “I suggest that you try to be with him again. No spat is worth not being with your Soulmate. Believe me, Ms. Briefs… if you return to him, it would be the best decision you will ever make.”

She felt the tears gather in her eyes, and she nodded, mind made.

“Thank you Dr. Gero,” she said sincerely. “Both for this opportunity, and for the advice.”

Within minutes, she was racing out of the university, determined to make things right…

She was going to get her Soulmate back.

8-8-8-8-8

Back in NRRU, an old gray-haired Physics expert was grinning as he dialed the number of a certain colleague in the EASA.

“Yes,” came the curt reply.

“Boy, I suggest you get your butt moving back to that city,” the doctor said. “That young lady looks just as miserable as you do.”

“Dr. Gero-”

“Vegeta,” he said, a note of warning in his tone. “Remember our discussion about Entropy?”

8-8-8-8-8

Bulma sighed, feeling stupid.

She had just realized that she didn’t have Vegeta’s number.

“For a smart person, I sure can be dumb,” she muttered as she sat on her bed in the wee hours of the morning, sleepy but unable to sleep, scrolling helplessly through her phone contacts.

How the hell did she never think of getting his number?

She would have to ask Piccolo if he had it.

She needed to talk to Vegeta. She needed to have him with her again.

As the thought filled her mind, she felt a small tingle begin to run up her arm, like a slither of a current moving beneath her skin.

She placed her phone down on the center table, glancing at her arm…

Her eyes widened, and she brought her arm up close to her eyes, squinting.

The mark had changed, the first visible movement that Bulma had seen since she last saw Vegeta.

The pale red that she had been used to seeing lately had shifted, as if a light had been injected into it from the inside. It bled into a deeper, brighter shade, from the very bottom line that slashed across her wrist to the edges of the wilted leaves along her arm.

A pulse ran through her as she watched the changing colors, and a strange sensation crept up from her chest, as if waiting anxiously for something that was sure to happen…

A sudden knocking sound startled her, and she shook her head to clear it as her addled brain slowly realized that the sound was coming from the front door.

Lost in thought, she walked robotically towards it, but as she turned the knob, she didn’t peer through the peephole to see who had come knocking.

She pulled the door open, and her heart nearly stopped at the sight that greeted her…

Painfully familiar dark hair in riotous flame-like waves, a sharp widow’s peak that accentuated severe dark eyes… whose penetrating gaze went through her like shards of lightning, making her heart beat a thunderous rhythm within her chest…

She trembled, overwhelmed; her hands slowly raised to hold in a sob that threatened to break through her lips…

She choked on his name as her eyes greedily roved his form, grateful for the chance to see his frowning face and his muscular body clothed in a simple white button-down shirt and blue denim jeans.

She clutched her throat as she finally found her voice, but now it was her mind that began to claw for something to say.

Yet, she came up blank, and the only thing she managed to do was choke out a single word.

“Vegeta…” she called softly, eyes searching his as he stared intently at her.

He too opened his mouth as if to speak, but quickly snapped it shut, his brows furrowing so low as his brilliant brain cast around for his thoughts, and just as she had begun to think that he was also coming up empty, he growled.

“Entropy,” he said, making her grimace in confusion.

Of all the things to say, she never expected that.

“What?” she asked, lost.

“We were too hasty. We rushed through our inferences and came to incorrect conclusions,” he said, his words stumbling quickly, one after another.

“Vegeta, are you alright? You’re not making sense-”

“We’re not in chaos, Bulma. We just need to analyze our degree of entropy,” he said, eyes now wide and unreasonably bright. “We have a bit of disorder and randomness on our hands. But it is not the disarray that we had first seen it as.”

Bulma was still lost, her confusion giving way to irritation as his cryptic words stirred up her already jumbled mind. “Why are we talking about physics at two in the morning?”

“Physics is our point of commonality, is it not?” he asked. “It seemed as if we were thrust into this strange situation in complete bedlam, but it is all simply random, and not really chaotic, isn’t it? May I come in?”

Dumbfounded, she nodded, wordlessly stepping aside as he moved past her and promptly took a seat on her couch, dropping a backpack on the floor beside him.

She moved to close the door behind him before she turned to face him once more.

Vegeta looked up at her then, brows furrowed together, and much to Bulma’s amusement, he gestured towards the chair, patting a spot beside himself as in inviting her to sit on her couch.

She chuckled in disbelief before she obliged him, promptly taking the seat beside him, her knees knocking softly against his when they both turned to face each other.

“Ok, Vegeta… I need you to slow down. What are you trying to tell me?” she asked gently, trying to placate the clearly manic man sitting before her.

He shook his head. “Bulma- This… Us. It is not as chaotic as we had thought. It was just that it had felt so random. It was just a seemingly random match-up, but if we sit still long enough to analyze it…”

He trailed off, staring intently into her blue eyes, a look akin to helplessness leaking from his dark gaze. “Randomization removes the risk of bias. If we had been left to our own devices to find our matches, we would have been stuck searching uselessly within a biased set, an easily-accessible control group that did not contain the variable that would yield the best possible outcome.”

Bulma sucked in a deep breath, her sleepy mind jolting awake as she finally began to understand what Vegeta was getting at.

“I suppose…” she started, gulping between unsteady breaths. “If we had searched by ourselves, we would only be able to look within our current environments, our separate crowds. We would never think to look beyond our own cliques and the people surrounding us.”

“Exactly,” he nodded. “And these Soulmate Marks… They were not random, after all. They were the most calculated things to have ever come to be. They were installed upon us by a higher power who knew that something-”

“Someone,” she corrected softly.

He stared harder at her, his eyes melting her from the inside and out, before rebuilding her, sculpting her into something that would only grow more beautiful beneath his hands.

“Someone,” he amended in a whisper. “Someone better for us… is out there, previously completely inaccessible to us both.”

“For who would think that my Soulmate would be a hotshot astronaut?” she agreed.

“And who would suspect that the woman I would someday fall in love with was a blue-haired academic writer stuck in a backward, sleepy city?”

She gasped, eyes going wide as his muttered question spread from her ears to every fiber of her form.

“In… in love?” she asked hoarsely, her breaths shallow in elated disbelief.

“I do not know how… neither do I know when,” he said earnestly, “But somehow, between the time I pushed you away from the path of a speeding car, and the time you spoke of your past to me in that small restaurant…”

She began to shake, and as if sensing her turmoil, Vegeta hesitantly, slowly, reached up to grasp her trembling hands within his larger, steadier palms.

“My... My heart,” he stuttered in a voice nearly too soft for her to hear, but Bulma knew that her own heart could have heard his words, even if her ears had not.

“Your heart…?” she egged on.

He swallowed, face simultaneously pale and flushed. “My heart… began to yearn for what my soul knew I needed. And… and…”

She hiccupped, and it was only as she tasted salt on her lips that she even realized that she had been crying in response to his words actions.

“Vegeta,” she spoke, trying to see him through her watery eyes.

She needed to watch him, see him clearly as she finally accepted what her spirit had known all along.

“I need you with me,” she said, her heart threatening to pound through her chest as she finally, finally understood. “You’re what I want. I was so stupid to try to reject it…”

“We both were,” he admitted. “Bulma, our minds were the only ones in chaos. We had been overthinking things-”

“And it conflicted with what we both could already feel,” she cut in. “And what I feel for you… Vegeta…”

She felt her arms begin to burn from her Soulmate Mark, but the sensation was not painful…

On the contrary, the flowing fissures of energy felt invigorating, divine…

And as Vegeta moved closer, taking her face in his palms as his thumbs wiped away the tracks of her tears, Bulma surrendered to the all-encompassing knowledge that, gods and tattoos aside, this man was the man for her.

Her hands clutched at his arms as she trembled, as she felt his own body shake in response to her nearness, and compelled by the beauty of his lips, the depth of his eyes, she moved closer to him as he too reached down to clutch her against him.

Their lips met, his caress but a soft touch that felt like clouds upon her mouth, and Bulma closed her eyes with an eager moan as she felt him hold her tighter. His powerful hands felt sure, secure against her back as he pulled her to him, his mouth devouring her while she luxuriated in his warmth.

It was as if his kiss had filled her with light, as Bulma felt glorious in his arms, the shivers running through her pulling goosebumps beneath her skin.

Vegeta groaned, and she gasped as he deepened their connection, as he held her even tighter, and Bulma didn’t even consider resisting when he pushed her down to lay upon her couch.

His backpack on the floor was later joined by his shirt, her thin sleeping gown…

As they gave in to their hearts, to the songs of love ringing in their souls, the rhythm of their pulsing hearts serenaded them as they slowly, gently made love until the early morning light began to filter through her windows.

And when they woke up after their night of passion, both looked down upon their Soulmate Marks, smiling at each other as they realized that the leaves on the tattoos had come back to life, with flowers that were now in resplendently full bloom.

8-8-8-8-8

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Requiem’s End

Fandom: Transformers (Universe: Movie/Bay!verse) Rating: G Word count: ~3.3k Warnings: Death mentions Summary: Not long after the events of The Last Knight the Autobots travel to Cuba, a designated sanctuary for their kind. There they hope to reunite with old comrades and surviving members before returning to Cybertron. However, the reunion isn’t entirely sparkwarming. Disclaimer: This is to bridge the last movie and the hinted events of the [cancelled?] next film and make sense of some plotholes/unexplained things throughout the past 3 films (Dark of the Moon, Age of Extinction, The Last Knight) while keeping comic happenings/backstory in mind. Also it includes a couple of OCs who have full backstories the cinematic verse: Fyreant (c) me and Ravebreaker (c) @pumpkinachai (On Deviantart, Pending Ao3)

“Shouldn’t we be gettin’ a welcome party or somethin’? We’re war heroes, y’know.” Crosshairs complained loudly in his Cockney accent, looking unimpressed at their apparent new home as he transformed from his alt-mode. The green Autobot paratrooper bit at his dentapick in annoyance, “Sanctuary nothin’, this is punishment. Why we here again? Thought we’d be headin’ for Cybertron lickety-split but it’s been four days!”

“Qui vivra verra. Be patient, mon amie.” Hot Rod encouraged, transforming next to him. The sleek black robot with orange accents tried his best to interpret his unshakable French accent, “You might like what’s inside, no? Might like it here.”

“Anyone home?” Drift inquired as he shifted to bipedal mode, the red samurai-esque robot tilting his head. “Perhaps we got the place wrong?”

“Shh, quiet you lot. I’ve been dying to do this.” Their burly comrade, Hound, hushed as he rolled up and transformed as well. He grabbed a grenade off his belt and chucked it into the open building, calling out, “Fire in the hole!”

There was no sound for a few moments before banging and clattering was heard followed by a string of curses as a blue robot with a blue visor scrambled outside, shouting in a southern accent, “Slag it! Who in the Pit thought it was a funny idea!? Which one of you hooligans did it? I swear-”

“Topspin, there ya are. Almost didn’t recognize ya with that new look of yours, nearly took ya for Leadfoot.” Hound identified the fellow Autobot, leaning back in satisfaction as he crossed his arms. “Getting a bit rusty are we?”

“Hound, you ole dog! You tryin’ to frag me?” Topspin’s demeanor instantly changed to one of fondness as he saw the culprit. “And I got a mod in Lead’s memory, got a problem?”

“No problem. And there ain’t be no trying if I did. Didn’t ya notice the pin wasn’t pulled?”

“‘Course! I’m not blind, you piece of slag. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t about to frag someone.”

The two mechs proceeded to clasp arms affectionately before giving each other a friendly punch. Topspin let out a laugh, slapping Hound on the back, “Looks like you made it to Cuba in one piece! I’m never sure who’s going to end up on my doorstep; I heard Prime’s broadcast, guess radio silence is over.”

“It’s not like ya to miss out on a fight let alone multiple battles. Didn’t take ya much for a ‘Bot looking for retirement.”

“Yeah neither did I but losin’ my Wrecker crew and gettin’ wounded got me thinkin’. Then my buddy Simmons hooked me up and here I am! Still tryin’ to get him to tan those pasty legs of his; they could blind somebody.”

“Greetings, Topspin.” Drift bowed politely to the uncouth robot. “It is good to see you again. Are you alone?”

“Hah, hell naw. Wish I was sometimes, hold on. Yo!” Topspin shouted as he turned toward another building nearby, letting out a sharp whistle. “We’ve got company, get on out here. Vámonos!”

“You know, I don’t recall you ever being made the boss.” A young husky voice called in a mocking tone, “Maybe you should get your head examined.”

“He forgets that I’m nearly as old as him and still tries to bully; his CPU must be slipping.” Another voice replied, sounding a bit older and more relaxed. “Ah, well. We just gotta roll with the music.”

“If he has any part of his CPU left. I think he does most of his cognation through his-.”

“Whoa momma! Thank you Cybertron!” Crosshairs exclaimed, looking up where the planet could be seen in the atmosphere as two figures emerged, revealing themselves to be an orange and red femme. He turned to look at Hot Rod with pure relief and excitement, “You’re right. I like it here.”

“Other Autobots?” The red femme looked interested, a smile on her faceplates as she looked over the small group, eyeing them through her dark visor. “Mmm, some fine looking mechs too. Primus is smiling on me today.”

The smaller orange femme was silent as her red gaze swept over the others, looking hardly cheerful, “Oh goodie.”

“Ravebreaker, Fyreant, meet my old comrades. ‘cept for that guy, I have no idea who he is.” Topspin gestured at Hot Rod who shrugged and bobbed his head, confirming it was true.

“Some we already know, rustbrain.” Fyreant drily informed to which Drift politely bowed.

“‘ey, I’ve got you in my sights and… I must say it’s a nice view. Name’s Crosshairs, numero uno.” The green mech introduced himself, grinning at the femmes as he gave a wink. “How’s about I let you two ladies have the ‘onor in being by my side. Best bot in the biz after all.”

Ravebreaker instantly let out a laugh and put a servo over her mouth. Her companion however looked far less amused.

“Excuse me, I need to go perform self mutilation to spare myself from repeating this experience.” Fyreant quipped flatly, equally unimpressed and disgusted. “Meeting you all was a real pleasure, like purging my tanks.”

“Mademoiselle! Wait, s’il vous plaît! Crosshairs, he is imbécile! Gros lourdeau!” Hot Rod protested, attempting to appease while shooting the offender a look. “I’m Hot Rod; I apologize on his behalf.”

“Ooo, I like your accent.” Ravebreaker purred, drawing closer, “Keep talking.”

“Figured Prime would be with you, being you fought together; heard all about it from Simmons.” Topspin scratched his head as he got a better look at the newcomers, ignoring his companions.

“Optimus will be here soon, he had something to take care of first. Didn’t fancy he needed a convoy. Besides, me and the boys were curious about this here place you got set up.” Hound informed, looking not concerned in the slightest.

“Blimey, speak of the devil.” Crosshairs grumbled as he looked back, “Can’t let a star like me shine for long on my own, can he?”

A distinctive looking red and blue semi-truck was heading toward the group. Next to the large vehicle a sporty yellow with black racing stripes car followed, keeping an even pace with the apparent Autobot leader.

“Wait… is that, Bumblebee?” Ravebreaker’s voice was full of disbelief seeing the oncoming Camero. “That has to be him! He made it! Fyre, he made it!”

Fyreant halted her retreat, her optics wide. Her snide tone softened slightly as she turned to see her old comrade, “It’s Bee?”

“Yeah, that’s him. Doesn’t like to leave Optimus’ side much when he can help it. That’s loyalty for ya.” Hound acknowledged, grinning at the approaching duo. “Kid’s got guts, but ya probably know that.”

As the two Autobots drew closer the yellow car sped ahead only to suddenly transform to bipedal mode. The robot did a somersault before landing on his feet, breaking out into a jog toward the others, giving a casual two finger salute as he joined the group.

“Bumblebee reporting for duty. Nice to see familiar faces; not so much the ugly mugs.” He shifted his gaze from his mech comrades to the two femmes, brightening, “Rave, Fyre, you’re here! Been what, five Earth years?”

“Y-you can talk?” Ravebreaker stared at the yellow mech who appeared proud and bashful as he nodded. “Like, talk talk!? That’s all you!?”

“Really? How’d you manage that?” Fyreant exclaimed, gawking as she came closer. In hearing his true voice for the first time her memory cells echoed back various audio clips he’d played previously to converse, leaving her dazed.

“It’s… hard to explain.” Bumblebee let out a small laugh, shrugging. “But yeah, this is me. This is my voice.”

“Oh, sweet-thing I’m so happy! I’m so proud you got it back!” Ravebreaker rushed over and hugged him, giving him an affectionate pat. “What a fine voice it is too to go with a fine bot!”

“Congrats.” Fyreant seemed to relax, but still managed to look semi annoyed, “A bit sorry I couldn’t repay you by fixing it but I’m glad for you; though, it’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going soft.” He teased, edging closer and giving her a playful nudge. “We still need our little spitfire.”

“In your dreams.” Fyreant elbowed him back, grinning deviously. She lowered her voice, “After dealing with Topspin all this time, him treating me like his personal medic, I’m rearing to get back at him. Wanna help?”

“A chance to troll? Of course!”

“Autobots, it is good to see you here.” An all too familiar deep rolling voice called out, commanding attention. Everyone turned to see their mighty leader Optimus Prime transform, revealing his towering robot self in knight-esque armor with some retrofits. “I expect more will be arriving in time in response to my call.”

“Well, it looks like everyone else is takin’ their sweet time. Whoopdeedoo.” Crosshairs sniffed, folding his arms as he looked around for some source of entertainment. “Waste of time waitin’ around, I could be doin’ somethin’ useful.”

“Patience.” Drift urged his restless companion. “Those who have yet to arrive are late, but perhaps they have much farther to come than us.”

“Including Ratchet! Can’t wait to rub that in his face when he gets here.” Fyreant admitted to Bumblebee, sounding delighted at the prospect. “So much for nagging about being first on scene!”

Instantly the demeanor of Optimus’ group changed, Crosshairs suddenly becoming still, Drift looking away, Hound hanging his head while Hot Rod looked lost. Bumblebee appeared conflicted as Fyreant gazed up at him expectantly, the mischievous twinkle still in her optics.

“He-” Bumblebee began but Optimus placed a servo on his shoulder, causing him to go silent as he glanced up at his leader.

Optimus took a moment before speaking, “It is with a heavy spark that I must inform you that Ratchet is one with the Well of All Sparks.”

The statement hung in the air like a noxious cloud as it became uncomfortably silent. The quiet appeared to invite further unease by allowing the words to echo in audio receivers as the rest of the world seemed muted.

“… No.”

The response was barely audible but it cut through the thick silence like a knife.

“Fyreant-”

“No! Pit! No!” She shouted, her voice clipping as outrage consumed her sorrow, rejecting Bumblebee’s attempt to comfort. She stepped back, her red optics flaring, looking as if she’d been betrayed; her gaze flicked in accusation to the newcomers, “He can’t! He said I was still in training! He needs to finish teaching me! How can I… NO!”

“I’m sorry.” Bumblebee hung his head, his optics closing, “I’m so sorry. We weren’t there. We couldn’t save him.”

“No, no, no! Why!?”

“War hasn’t been kind to any of us, kid.” Hound solemnly acknowledged, turning his gaze to the ground as the memory of Ratchet’s fate haunted him. “Thank Primus you didn’t see… he wouldn’t have wanted it.”

“Who did it? Who killed him?” Fyreant’s optics smoldered with hatred, her voice dripping with venom. She looked at each of the newcomers, probing for an answer as she shook, “Tell me, Primus so help me.”

“Kid-”

“Tell me, slag it!” She screamed, fluid escaping her optics as she cut off Hound. Furiously she wiped them away, trying to will the function to cease but failed. Instantly Ravebreaker was beside her, gently holding her arm out of support not restraint. “What filth took down a medic!?”

“It was Lockdown. He was workin’ together with some humans.” Crosshairs admitted, spitting at the memory. “Chasin’ us down like animals. Gutless, the lot.”

At this information Ravebreaker’s demeanor shifted, her already sad posture tensing. Though she kept a servo on Fyreant, attempting to sooth her friend who shook with fury, a tremor ran through her as well.

“I’ll burn his optics out. I’ll cauterize his nerve circuits and then scorch them repeatedly with acid!” Fyreant swore, her optics pulsing a deeper red, her original Decepticon alignment surfacing. “Then I’ll put his head in a vise and rip it off!”

“Fyre… it was five years ago.” Bumblebee softly informed, the pity plain in his optics and voice.

“I know this is hard news and I’m familiar with your rage as I also felt it deeply. But know Ratchet, my old friend, has been avenged.” Optimus knelt down on one knee to get a better look at the grieving young femme. “I personally slew Lockdown and took care of the human responsible for ordering the attacks and defilement of our kind. While I cannot say how many of our comrades fell to his cruelty he has been stopped, permanently.”

“Slag it, slag it all…” Was all Fyreant could get out as she turned away, relieved yet angry that justice and revenge by her hand had escaped her.

“What about anyone else? Surely there are more survivors.” Topspin inquired, looking upset but knew the sting of casualties too well to be surprised. “Though, y’all are the biggest group to come; usually they’re alone and it’s been gettin’ far between arrivals.”

“I am uncertain of most of our comrades’ fates.” Optimus admitted, solemn, “My hope is that they’re still in disguise here on Earth, safe until they can come to this sanctuary or return to Cybertron.”

“Sideswipe’s gone.” Ravebreaker suddenly spoke up, her casual tone cold and distant, a slight quiver in her voice. “Just over five years ago… Must have been right before Ratchet.”

This time the shock hit Optimus’ group, Bumblebee instantly shaking his head with disbelief while Optimus closed his optics in pain and let out a tired sigh.

“That bot knew how to raise hell… him and Ironhide.” Hound lamented, taking off his helmet in respect. “Primus, they were fine mechs. My condolences, little lady.”

“Rave, I’m so sorry.” Bumblebee looked back and forth between her and Fyreant, helpless as the latter closed herself off and the former, despite the steeled look, screamed raw.

“Humans attacked, I heard it over our commlink. I couldn’t do anything to help, I was too far away.” A tremor ran through her body as she took a shaky breath, “I felt it when his spark was extinguished.”

“You felt-?” Crosshairs began, confused.

“They were sparkbonded.” Bumblebee explained in a quiet voice, “Before we all split up and scattered.”

“Mon Dieu!” Hot Rod could not control his surprise, his large optics wide.

Crosshairs let out a whistle, earning an elbowing from Drift who looked just as surprised. Meanwhile Topspin was quiet, looking awkward as it was old news to him while Fyreant was still trying to control herself, her back turned.

“It grieves me to learn of Sideswipe’s demise, he was a fine comrade and a valued warrior. He chose a fine sparkmate in you, Ravebreaker.” Optimus’ tone was bittersweet though sincerity could be heard. “He will forever remain in our sparks, as well as Ratchet and all our fallen comrades. They will live on in our memories.”

“Yes, he is forever in my spark.” Ravebreaker softly spoke, placing her servo gently on her chest. “And he lives on… through our sparkling.”

At this news the others perked up, glancing at one another to affirm they heard correctly. Bumblebee’s look of sadness turned to shock and then joy, “Really?” to which Ravebreaker nodded, her servo over her spark where the apparent new life was.

“Oi now! She’s taken and goin’ to be havin’ a baby? Just my luck.” Crosshairs complained in a not so low voice to Drift, earning himself a smack across the back of the head from Hound. “Ow! Me head!”

“Zip yer lip before I bust it.”

“Despite these sad times I find joy that life continues. There is hope with this sparkling, promise that life is returning to our race.” Optimus rose to his feet, looking proud as confidence tinged his voice. “This is the mark of a new beginning.”

“Ah, good ‘cause all this melancholy is crampin’ my mojo.” Topspin declared, “This is paradise, y’all. Lighten up, sad times are behind us! We’re moving forward, amigos!” “Yeah, what he said! Ding dong, the witch is dead!” Crosshairs agreed as he sulked, rubbing the back of his head, referring to the manipulative yet deceased Quintessa.

“Not everyone is good at brushing things off.” Drift sagely commented, “Some wish to return to their roots or continue their chosen path.”

“Yeah, well this is my chosen path: I’m keepin’ my aft planted right here. Dunno about the rest of y’all, but I got over Cybertron when I thought for a while it was destroyed by the spacebridge’s implosion eight years ago. I’ve made my peace; I’m retired!”

“Could have fooled me.” Bumblebee muttered, rolling his optics at the Wrecker’s mouthiness as he mocked talked with his servo.

“I respect the decision to remain on Earth but I’ll be going to Cybertron as the Knights of Iacon have already departed for it. There is much to be done and time is short.”

“What are you here for, Prime? Obviously not the beaches.” Topspin pressed, crossing his arms. “Speaking of which, I’m losin’ good beach sun standin’ here.”

“To assemble a new team and assess this sanctuary.” Optimus informed, “I will wait here for one Earth week, giving fellow Autobots time to respond to my broadcast and choose whether to convene here for sanctuary or join me in returning to our home world. Those who choose to return to Cybertron will aid in its restoration. However they are free to come and go as they please.”

“You know, communications is just one of my many talents.” Ravebreaker placed a servo on her hip, coy smile across her faceplates. “I can help boost the signal and encrypt it so it’s harder for enemies to pick up. That should speed things up a bit too in getting the word out.”

“I’ll go.” Fyreant spoke up her voice back to its hard edge. She looked up at the Autobot leader, her red optics no longer flaring dangerously. “There is nothing left for me here on Earth despite it being my creation place. Plus I need resources to complete the frame for Rave’s sparkling… even if Ratchet isn’t here, I need to continue in his stead.”

“I understand. I look forward to having you in my company once more, Fyreant. Your expertise is extremely valuable. Ratchet would be proud of his pupil; you make a fine medic with that fiery passion.” Optimus nodded, acknowledging her resolve.

“And of course I’ll be going with her. Us gals need to stick together.” Ravebreaker announced, leaning down to the shorter femme and giving her a hug, grinning. “Can’t be without my medic, can I? Besides, Cybertron will be dying to hear my tunes once more; they don’t know how much they’ve missed this femme.”

“What about my medic?” Topspin whined, clearly not thrilled at this development, “My volleyball elbow! And my leg that locks up!”

“Go soak it in oil and stop playing slagging volleyball and do something else!” Fyreant snapped, tossing her servos up as she glared at him. “And for the last time: it’s tennis elbow, you wingnut!”

“That’s such a wussy name, and I don’t play no tennis! Simmons is wrong, I tell you.”

“Ugh, a week can’t come soon enough if I don’t die first from any more of this torture! You’re the worst patient!”

Hound let out a laugh he tried to disguise as a cough, turning away to pretend it was coughing fit that he blamed on his cy-gar under his breath. Crosshairs looked amused, grinning as he chewed his dentapick.

“Oh yeah, I’m goin’ to enjoy this.”

“I see why the young one wants to leave.” Drift observed to which Hot Rod nodded in agreement.

“Oui.”

“Autobots, today marks the start of our new mission. We shall gather our comrades and soon return to our home world in preparation for the new threat that lies beneath our feet. We will protect not only Cybertron but Earth as well, despite each’s faults. Together we will rebuild.”

“We’re with you, Optimus.” Bumblebee affirmed, nodding with conviction. “Always.”

“Thank you, my friend. Let us set forward to this dawn of a new age. An age of Cybertron’s rebirth and our people.” The imposing Transformer turned his attention toward the sky where the battered planet orbited, his blue optics serious. “It is time for this requiem’s end.”

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kariachi · 6 years ago

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Oh, look, a Kevin episode. Time to whip out the -/11 scores as we dive into Franken-Fight.

And we start at the Forever Nerd’s castle where we have a Kevin and robot butler. What are you doing here, child? Did you not already turn this guy down? This is the proper next episode, right? Yeah, looks to be...

Somebody take this jackass out back and shoot him. Serving a guest a fucking tv dinner. That’s just, he keeps getting worse. He was already a creep, then he started eying Simon, and now he’s a bad host on top of it!

“You were invited as a recruitment tool” I don’t care if he was invited to clear your fucking drains, you do not feed a guest in your home a goddamn tv dinner! My fuck I thought Trump feeding guests McDonald’s couldn’t be topped but by jove you found a fucking way!

Seriously, it didn’t even get taken off the goddamn tray! Servantis did better than this, what the fuck!

Forever Nerd: Ben shows promise, if he joins my collective- Kevin: Oh please have you seen him? Have you seen me? Promise, psh.

Seriously though I am hatefully side eyeing Forever Nerd so hard. Fuck off you don’t deserve a collective, you don’t deserve shit. Fucking tv dinners I swear to god...

Oh Kevin, your confidence. Is it real? Is it not? We don’t know yet. Although the sudden turn around from “I’m gonna kick Ben’s ass“ to “I’m not gonna waste my time on him“ is interesting. I feel like a missed a thing somewhere but supposedly I have missed nothing...

Hm...

“Start more shit with Ben.” “No.” “You seem to think you have a choice.” “I’m not doing it.” Cut to close up on Forever Nerd, cut to image of Gwen in the Rustbuggy.

Gwen you knew him as an alien for like four minutes.

‘Showing off my skills’ Gwen you weren’t driving.

Glitch is a little shit.

Hard brake to try not to run over a Kevin. Thank you, he’s the only one we’ve got in this series.

Shows up, immediately starts teasing Ben. You gotta admit, he’s got his priorities.

Kevin is offering to talk, Ben’s ready to throw down.

Kevin honestly surprised Ben just wants to jump to fighting, but willing to roll with it.

Mexican Standoff, but with watches. Also Kevin is in a much more battle-ready stance as compared to Ben’s typical one.

Tumbleweed.

Ugh. Okay, can I point out that this is the first time Kevin has seen Gwen on screen? Can I point out that having Kevin go to immediately twitterpatted with her from the word go got old back during in the first ep of AF? No? How about blatant Gwevin loses an episode half a point come rating time because fuck this shit and all the heteronormative and destructive bullshit that’s gone into it over the years.

Seriously, guys, this is the third time I’ve gone to check that I’ve got this shit in the right order. We went from King of the Castle to this.

Of course she’s here Kevin, she’s been here. It’s kinda her cousin you’re getting into shit with.

More flips from Kevin, after Ben transforms while he’s distracted. And, ya know, I would criticize the alien name but, Ben’s alien names. They are both as bad as each other.

Kevin’s transformation sequences go as hard as his aliens do.

Glitch- stupid enough to try to drive up an 88 degree angle

Kevin going with vague tentacle shapes to throw Ben off

Oh gods, he didn’t even know until Ben freaked out, and is now noting the new weakness.

Ooo, Bootleg’s got a cool design. And Kev’s got an idea, it involves a Glitch.

And Ben is too distracted crushing pieces of crystal underfoot to notice.

Welp. Honestly given Kev is a tech nerd, how happy do you think he was to unlock Bootleg?

He gave Glitch tentacles and also is now swimming through sand with it. Welp

Fucking boys.

Also fucking ugh.

Taking a blow for her

Welp

So Bootleg got knocked out of Glitch, then Kevin- still Bootleggy- got knocked out of Bootleg? I think?

Double Welp. So, looks like Bootleg then recombined with Glitch and things got Wild. Cool looking car monster though. Shit relating to Kevin always looks cooler than everyone else’s shit, ya notice that?

“freaked out part of my bootleg goop“ ...and it’s not an inaccurate description!

Welp. BootlegGlitch is... something

And Kevin is booking it, which is sensible given.

Helping against his better judgement.

Almost! They almost had it handled! So close! They work well together though, glad to know we’ll be seeing more of this in a later episode.

And Gwen keeps BootlegGlitch from running the boys over. Also Ben is suspicious about Kevin helping.

Nice to see Ben sees things the way I do. Also okay that bit was cute. Would’ve been as cute with any other crush though so, ya know

Gwen managing and saving her own damn self, kinda, mostly.

Kevin is amused by Ben. Nobody is shocked.

And Kevin went Bootleg and reabsorbed himself. And is worried about Gwen.

Okay and flash back to earlier at Forever Nerd’s Castle.

I just hate Forever Nerd the more he exists. It’s amazing. Threatening Gwen to make Kevin do as he says.

And back to the kids. Ben thanking Kev and asking what he wanted to talk about, Kevin telling him not to worry about it “it’s not worth your time”.

And Kevin tells the Forever Nerd to fuck off again, more firmly this time, when he tries to get Kevin to finish his ‘get Ben on our side’ job. My son, everybody.

Still, I’m left with questions. Such as ‘what the fuck changed that Kevin was suddenly cool with the Forever Nerd when at the end of KotC he was pretty much telling him to go fuck himself?’ and ‘wtf we know Gwen didn’t know him from a hole in the dirt at his premiere and we’ve been given no reason to believe he knew she existed before this episode, so where the fuck did him knowing her name and having a crush on her come from?’

9.5/11

#ben 10 2.os

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the-energon-hole · 6 years ago

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Hello there lovely! Could I request headcanons about tfp Smokescreen and Bumblebee taking their human s/o’s on a date to the drive in? Maybe they start a heavy make out session with Smokes and Bee using their holoforms? (Can be nsfw if you’re up for it) Thank you!! 😙

((A/N - So it’s been a crazy ass month for me so I haven’t updated since then. I apologize this is a little different from what you asked but I still think it’s cute, it was just hard for me to write with my anxiety beign all over the place and my job security up in the air, ya know?))

❗Long post, continued under “Read More” tag❗

Bumblebee

-He was a romantic at the core of his spark, and always felt so inspired whenever one of those cheesy romantic movies were showing on the TV in the background of the hustle and bustle of the Autobot base. The kids thought those movies were dumb, and they hated seeing scenes where humans were kissing in some super dim light setting, but when he saw those things he couldn’t help but let his processor lend itself to thoughts of both you and him in those silly situations. He thought of the two of you smooching passionately after a sad situation underneath the pouring rain while you wept happily once the two of you would part, he couldn’t help but let his spark get all fluttery whenever the image of your face popped up into his processor. He hasn’t told anyone about these feelings he is having though, considering how powerfully the kids react to those cheesy movies it wasn’t a real wonder why he would prefer to keep these things to himself, though he can’t help but wonder if he would even be able to pull anything like that off considering that he was about four hundred times your size and couldn’t be seen in public doing these kinds of things. It hit him after a few days of thinking about it- holoforms! He has tried once before to manifest one, but it was a form that was actually pretty hard to maintain… how does Arcee manage to do it so well? He would ask her, but he knows for a fact she would tease him about his fuzzy feelings towards you, and really he didn’t want to deal with all of that at the moment so he did what he always did in situations like this- practice in secret until he can get it right.

-Everyone noticed how sluggish and tired he was over the past few weeks, but his excuse was that he was a little restless at the current atmosphere of the war, to which Optimus gave him more time off from patrol to rest and everyone else kindly taking over his patrol shifts. He had more time to practice this way, and yeah he felt a little bad for inadvertently tricking everyone into doing his work for him, but once he was finally able to master the art of a walking and talking holoform- well it was almost like all of his guilt washed away in those noisy feelings of wanting to embrace you the way only another human can. It was unexplored territory for this to be happening, a human and a cybertronian being so into each other, and he tries really hard to accommodate you and your smaller size but he just can’t help but feel guilty that he can’t treat you the way he sees in the movies and from couples walking around the streets of Jasper. It was more than just those squishy feelings he gets inside whenever you were around him, it was more than the small ache he feels in his spark whenever you have to walk away from him and return to your human life outside of this chaotic war, and it was more than just his selfish need to show off to you that he really did value your companionship over everyone elses and that he wanted to just swaddle you away from all this conflict and strife and be with you forever. It was about you, it was about how no matter how hard he tried he will never be a human, it was about how no matter what he did or how he did it he would never be able to give you the life that you wanted… it broke his spark to know that one day he is going to have to leave potentially, if not that, you would grow old and frail and sick long before he even leaves his place as a young budding mech by Cybertronian terms. Maybe that was why he needed to do this- maybe, just maybe it was about giving you a semblance of normalcy that you needed so you can always have the loving memory of the two of you together just doing mundane human things. He wanted to experience them with you, and nothing was going to stop him from doing that- this war be damned!

-You were a little surprised when Bumblebee wanted to go see a movie at the drive in that was kind of a ways away from the city of Jasper, but you figured it was the only way he can see new movies without exposing himself as an alien robot to prying eyes, also the nearest drive in is home to a local teenage scene and some of them might recognize him as “Jack’s Other Cool Ride” or “Raf’s Mom’s Car”. Besides it could be fun to go on a long car ride with just Bee, you can both bump up your favorite music while the windows are rolled down so you can feel the passing crisp night air hot your face in a strange adrenalin pumping way- it was a win win for you despite having to travel a long distance mainly because on top of being able to see that new thriller movie you were interested in, you would be able to spend some one on one time with him without so many outside distractions beyond your control. It was fun to relax and unwind with Bee as you zipped down the freeway most likely breaking all kinds of speed limit laws- but there were no cops around to stop the two of you from having fun, besides Bee wasn’t just any old car, if he had to he can stop himself safely at almost any speed he was going because he didn’t have to worry about his breaks being worn away over time. Once the thrill of the drive was over and you paid to see the new movie at the drive up counter you took your place parking up close to the screen on an incline so you could see the entire screen from your close position- it was imperative to skt close because the last time you didnt a rude middle aged soccer mom.blocked your view with jer ugly SUV and her kids screamed so loud you could hear them from inside the confines of the cab. You were so caught up in the action scene of this movie that you all but missed the warm electric crackling in the air as you were equating it to just being so immersed in the amazing special effects, you nearly jumped out of your seat though when you felt an arm snake around your waist from the passenger’s seat next to you as you let out a cry that probably every other car in the lot could hear. You were about to flail around in a panic until you heard Bee’s crackling voice coming from the new figure that somehow managed to get into the autobot without you knowing- and it hit you like a ton of bricks that this strange looking boy was actually Bumblebee in his new holoform. The next shriek you gave was one of joy- you had no idea Bee was strong enough to create an actual tangible holoform! You’ve heard Arcee and Optimus talk about how difficult this kind of thing can be, you were so proud of him that you couldn’t help but lunge at this new form and leave a nice smooch on his cheek. He was taken aback by the action, but in a good way, as he couldn’t help the bright flush that invaded his face after you pulled away from.him to sit back in your seat.

Smokescreen

-He tries to be suave and smooth when he is around you, but it feels like anytime he says or does something super cool it gets counteracted by him doing something stupid. Once he gave you a compliment that he could actually see made you flush a little under his heated gaze, bit then he got toppled over by Bee running past him in a hurry to get somewhere- he fell right on his faceplate and he can still hear you laughing at him for looking a fool in that moment. There was also once were he was cuddling with you so see sweetly that he panicked and jumped high in the air as Ultra Magnus came rushing into the room to alert him of an upcoming mission, you laughed then to at his scared and stressed face which just made him feel the fool once again. He just wanted to be like those guys in those action movies you like to watch- the cool suave guys who wear tuxedos and drive cool cars, the guy who always gets the girl in the end no matter what dire situation they were in. Sure, you can argue that he already has you, but he has you in a way that is strange and alien with him being a, well, alien. This was all different and a new experience for everyone involved- it took a lot of communication and a lot of vulnerability to keep things going the way they were, which is a good thing don’t misunderstand him, he just sometimes wants to surprise you with something that makes your jaw drop and your eyes sparkle the way they did when you first found out he was a transforming robot. It was kind of hard to be smooth when you both discuss what it was that you were going to do next. Spontaneous courtship is what you can call what he seeks, but he knows he needs to do it on your level, and he has a plan that is crazy enough to work. The hard part? Keeping that plan a secret as you were able to read him like an open book so well sometimes that it was a little scary.

-Ok, maybe he was exaggerating when he said the hardest part about this whole thing was keeping it a secret- that was actually the easy part. The hard part was actually training himself to possess a holoform that reflected what he thought he would look like as a human. Was he making himself to handsome? Was he making himself to muscular? Would his hair color be dirty blonde or light brown? These possibilities were endless and that was what was causing him stress unlike anything he had ever felt before- and he has fought against the big bad Megatron himself! Optimus was the one that was able to quell his insecurities about the whole situation- reminding him that you would love him and be attracted to him no matter what form he took, because the outer body wasn’t who he was, his spark was who he was and that was the part that you fell in love with. He got all fuzzy after hearing Optimus Prime validate what it was that the two of you shared together but it mostly reminded him of why he wanted to do this for you in the first place. It doesn’t matter how suave he is and it doesn’t matter what he looks like- all that matters was that you were happy and that he can show you that through hard work on his end he can give you at least a little semblance of what a normal human relationship should be like. That’s all he really wants, to see your eyes glow bright and your smile to take up half of your face as he surprises you with something special that took him a long time to create. This wasn’t about him, this was about you and your happiness, and he was willing to go the distance proving just how much he really cares about you and needs you in his life.

-It was a wonderful and unexpected surprise to say the least as Smokescreen wasn’t normally the one to initiate an outing between the two of you, it was normally yourself that had to convince him to go somewhere fun and different. You would have never thought to pick a drive in theater, mainly because they were slowly going out of style and you had to travel to the next town over to go to one, but it was the best place to be considering it wouldn’t be strange for you to just sit in your car the whole time. It was easy enough to find a good spot and to get comfortable in Smokescreen’s cab, it helped to remember that it was a weeknight and most people had things they had to do the next day like school and work so the parking lot was relatively empty. It helped create an air of intimacy as you mentioned how nice the setting sun looked over the horizon of the empty black top behind the movie’s big screen, it painted the sky a beautiful purple and blue color as the time of twilight began to set in- you were so distracted that you almost didn’t hear the sound Smokescreen made to get your attention. He seemed nervous about something as he revealed to you that the reason he brought you here was to show you something he has been working on in secrete, you were no rocket scientist but you knew he was hiding something from you these past few weeks, you just hope that it’s something good and not detrimental to your psyche. You were awestruck as you watched the air in the passenger’s seat next to you begin to crackle and glow with some kind of electric phenomenon that made the atmosphere feel so warm and inviting. It only took about less than a minute for the noises to settle and for a figure to appear in the once empty seat, Smokescreen told you it was his holoform- and it was his way of wanting to give you a sense of normalcy in this relationship- you were overcome with emotion as you launched yourself to him as you felt a few tears slip out from your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck- he felt real, like a real human being. You loved him as he was as an Autobot and Cybertronian, but this, this felt so nice to just hold him like this. You two barely even registered the movie beginning in the background as the two of you just held each other and laughed- both of you feeling relieved and both of you basking in the presents of their loved one.

(08/29/18)

#Transformers Prime #Bumblebee #Smokescreen #Headcanon #Long Post

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radioactivepeasant · 6 years ago

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Fic Prompts: Transformers Tuesday

Stories have been told through the decades of ancient, sentient robots in disguise. How they came to our world, some fleeing their great war and others pursuing. Tales of brave human adolescents risking their lives to protect their gargantuan allies from enemy aliens and sinister government forces alike.

This is not one of those stories.

~~~☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆~~~

"It's looking at me."

Mac set down the glass she was cleaning and raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sure you're looking back. Also, can you...not call the robo-kid "it"? Just sounds rude."

Micah gritted his teeth and risked another glance over the diner counter. The diminutive metal....person...tilted their head to one side and waved.

Well, they didn't seem dangerous, but they'd kind of fallen from the sky and totaled Jordan's hatchback, so that was at least kind of dangerous. Micah blew out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and decided to bite the bullet. He turned to fully face the atmosphere-breaking visitor.

"So...uh...what do we call you?"

The strange and complex creature seemed to be thinking, glowing eyes shuttering and opening just like an organic's. It was a bit unsettling, really. After about four seconds and a strange humming noise, the being sat up a little straighter.

"He! Not 'it'," he announced. Then he tilted his head again. "No wait, did you mean my designation?"

Micah gaped at him, then pressed his palms to his forehead. "I...yeah, both, I guess. It's way too early to deal with this."

"It is ten thirty-five in the morning by the chronological measurements of this region," the small robot said. Despite being about the height of a ten year old child, he spoke with a voice more akin to someone in their twenties or thirties.

Mac hid a snort behind one hand and set down her glass. "So what's the 'designation'? What d'we call ya, stranger?"

"I will try to find a translation," the robot answered. He tapped his fingers on the counter in a rapid, staccato rhythm and tiny flickers of ones and zeroes scrolled past the lenses of his eyes. Not that the two humans would've been able to see it.

All at once he giggled. It was a strange, whistling beep of a chuckle, and unusually cute. "Your regional language is so twisty!" he laughed, "So many ways to say things you do not mean, and even more ways to say things without using words at all! I will archive these humor-evolutions for later perusal."

Mac and Micah exchanged puzzled looks, but said nothing. One was wondering whether the little robot had discovered the duplicity of political speeches, and the other was desperately hoping that he hadn't discovered memes.

"Ah ha! This will do." The robot almost primly folded his hands and inclined his head. "I think Recoil is the closest thing in this language to my name."

"Nice to meet you, Recoil," Mac drawled, "I go by Mac. That's Micah, and Jordan is the one who brought you here after you kind of smashed her car."

"Why did you come, anyway?" Micah asked. "You from outer space or something?"

Recoil began to exhibit very human body language, stammering and muttering and running metal fingers over his head.

"Ah, well, in a word: yes," he admitted. "And there's a war on. I don't want any part of it. This is neutral ground soo... " he shifted again. "Can I stay on this world?"

#transformers #Transformers Tuesday #minicon escapes fate of full-sized franchise characters: details at eleven #written while half asleep apologies in advance #minicons #maccaddam #maccadam #fic prompts #writing prompts #minicon and three college grads and the most chill road trip comedy ever #recoil jumped ship. someone's going to come looking for him eventually

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afterspark-podcast · 4 years ago

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G1 Episode 41: Transcript

[This can also be found on AO3!]

[Stinger]

S: What's his face- the one that you said Rodimus would make out with-?

O: I like that!

[Intro music]

O: Hello, and welcome to the Afterspark Podcast, an episode by episode recap of the Generation 1 Transformers cartoon! I'm Owls!

S: And I'm Specs.

O: And today we're going to be talking about episode number 41: Making Tracks. Let's talk about giant robots today, shall we?

S: Sure, let's do it. Once upon a time in New York City, something, something, cars being pretty-

O: So we open up with two punks in the background on a rather beat up pink car.

S: In the foreground we see a blue corvette stingray with a large winged Autobot logo on its hood.

O: ‘Cause it's a Tracks episode y'all!

S: One of the punks says, “Those wheels are rude!”

O: Wait, wait is that- was that actual 80’s slang? I feel like I've never actually heard that used by, you know, a person.

S: Neither have I and I don't know- neither of us existed then, which I guess dates us rather.

O: We were but a twinkle in our fathers’ eyes.

S: Apparently, Tracks is just what they've always wanted as the two punks pick his door locks and hop on in.

O: One gets into the driver's seat and the other spots an expensive looking red boom box in the back seat.

S: They jam to some tunes on our buddy Blaster.

O: I'm really confused, why do they not just use Track’s stereo?

S: Maybe they're listening to whatever cassette Blaster has got in his player.

O: Ah, yes, the soothing sounds of Eject. Please note: Eject does not actually appear in this episode.

S: Yep, he is Sir-not-appearing-in-this-film today.

O: Because Soundwave is allowed to have buddies but Blaster does not get any for a while, I swear.

S: They're on break. They're always on break.

O: They're always on break.

S: The two punks drive the new joy ride to a shady warehouse and meet an even shadier man.

O: Apparently Tracks is only worth $800.00, which is still too little- even adjusted for inflation at $2526.99.

S: Oh, that's so accurate.

O: Thank you, inflation calculator.

S: I would think that he'd be worth, you know, closer to $8000.00 in current, uh, US dollars but this is probably a chop shop and they're definitely not getting paid market value if we're here- for anything here.

O: I’d say they're getting ripped off, even.

S: Yeah.

O: So Tracks says nothing about this clear insult but transforms into robot mode, scattering all the humans.

S: One of the punks is still carrying Blaster, who transforms and picks up both the punks like two naughty little kittens.

O: The shady chop shop guy makes it just outside the door before running headlong into Optimus and then he pulls a gun on Optimus and shoots at him.

S: And it's a laser gun, no less. How did this man get a laser gun?

O: Though the power of 80’s cartoons and they're not allowed to use real bullets.

S: Oh maybe this should have been our first, uh, hint about who our true enemies are on this episode.

O: Perhaps, maybe.

S: The Autobots head on back to Sparkplug’s garage after, you know, finishing busting up that chop shop

O: Is this a new thing that Sparkplug’s acquired since getting chummy with the Autobots or has he had this this entire time?

S: He's the most interesting man in the world, I mean it could be either.

O: It really could, but to make this more confusing when they arrive back at the garage it really does look like an Autobot construction of some sort, not a man-made one.

S: It's even Autobot orange, how about that?

O: Hey, you know, do you- do you think they went shopping for just the right Earth paint color to match? Like they can- or did they have paint on the Ark? I-I have concerns, I have questions.

S: Someone probably went and got, you know, color swatches and compared them to the Ark.

O: They made Sunstreaker do it.

S: Oh, Sunstreaker, Tracks, and they went and, you know, got Carly because she had better color vision than Spike.

O: Obviously. So Tracks talks about how he likes New York and he could stay here forever.

S: His teammates poke fun at Tracks cosmopolitan preferences, even saying he'd rather hang out with humans than them.

O: Okay, so apparently Tracks is so attracted to humans even before meeting Raoul that the other Autobots regularly kink shame him about it.

S: Oh, he just cares about the culture. He's a man of culture-

O: [Laughter] Uh-huh, uh-huh.

S: If you will.

O: Sure.

S: Our current New York roster includes not only Optimus, Blaster, and Tracks, but also Powerglide, Cosmos, Seaspray, and Hoist and Huffer.

O: Yay, Cosmos!

S: It's gonna be a weird, weird day for New York.

O: Yeah, they must be used to it by now. Optimus sends these various Autobots out to patrol the area but Tracks walks off in a huff to go take a drive.

S: And apparently the state of New York City is so bad in the 80’s that immediately after getting on the road three dudes run out into the street and try to rob whomever they think is driving Tracks.

O: Those windows are either tented or these are the dumbest robbers in existence who are trying to rob an empty car.

S: They're opportunists. Dumb opportunists, because they are in fact the dumbest robbers in the world as they eventually realize that there is definitely no one in that damn car.

O: And they also have laser guns and shoot at Tracks.

S: One of the shots hits his tire and he goes careening into a convenient lamp post.

O: Obviously, Tracks is devastated by the cosmetic damage.

S: He has discovered that New York is not all bright lights and fancy shit.

O: It's also men with laser guns.

S: Tracks tries to transform but apparently getting dinged up like that was just too much damage.

O: A young man sees Tracks and is basically like, “Oh well, it's damaged but still a sports car. I'm going to take it home with me.”

S: What he actually says is: “Well, apparently nobody wants you so that makes you mine,” like, that is not how that works Raoul!

O: Haven’t you read fanfic? Of course that's how that works!

S: Well, considering some of the random accidental baby acquisition things that I've read-

O: What!? [laughter] Baby acquisition was the thing that got said to me today! I had to hear it now so do you, dear listeners.

S: Let's put it this way sometimes fanfic is very weird.

O: Indeed.

S: Accidental acquisition- accidental baby acquisition. ...Yeah, no, that is not how any of that stuff works. Tracks is currently unable to drive and the man enlists some people to help push him into an abandoned lot of some sort.

O: Of course, this young man, as we alluded to earlier, is Raoul and he, again, comments on whoever owned Tracks before, he owns him now.

S: Tracks replies, “Nobody owned me, I'm mine.”

O: Raoul did not expect his new car to talk to him tonight.

S: Well, I think if I was Raoul i would have, uh, maybe taken a step back to-

O: Rethink my life choices?

S: Yeah, but so- yeah, Tracks asks Raoul to repair him and we find out that Raoul intends to sell him, presumably because he has promised a car to two dangerous characters named the Geddis brothers by midnight.

O: Raoul says, “The first time I try to steal a car and I get one with a big mouth.”

S: Track is being somewhat snooty about however Raoul got car parts at this time of night but Raoul's not in the mood to get, you know, a lecture from a car.

O: He pops open Tracks’s hood and comments on “What the hell is all this machinery?” only, you know, without the hell because we are talking about an 80’s cartoon, before snipping an innocent looking wire.

S: Cutting said innocent, delicate, little wire completely incapacitates Tracks.

O: Because, apparently, that's the main cable to his computer and that seems like quite a design flaw. I hope that doesn't become important in any way, shape, or form later in this episode!

S: [Laughter] Hint.

O: Hmmmmmm..

S: Sea spray is patrolling the river and is cranky about humans being litter bugs.

O: While Powerglide and Cosmos report to Prime that they have not seen any Decepticons or Tracks.

S: Hoist complains about being stuck in traffic due to a car accident and hops out of Huffer to help.

O: Which is hilarious because Huffer is shorter than him in robot mode but Hoist apparently has no problem riding in him.

S: And when we say riding in him, we mean riding in his cab, not in his back seat or you know-

O: Whatever you want to take that as an innuendo for.

S: Well, that wasn't what I was thinking- I was just- he's not riding in like a pickup truck bed or something.

O: Oh, yeah, okay I get ya. Huffer laments that they can't all just fly like Tracks before we cut back to Tracks and Raoul.

S: Tracks is looking much better as this front end has been hammered out and, you know, fixed up and Raoul is in the process of polishing him.

O: Which I'm sure Tracks is appreciating.

S: Mm-hm. Two large, adult men have apparently stopped by to shake this teenage boy down.

O: These are the Geddis brothers and they want their car and even call Raoul a bad little boy.

S: Yeah, that's, um, well I mean that's incredibly creepy, by which I mean it's the creepiest thing they could have possibly said.

O: In this exact scenario, yes. Raoul’s in immediate danger! Cut to commercial.

S: Or Shockwave modeling, you know, striking a pose.

O: And after we're done with that, uh, we're back and, uh, these guys insinuate they're going to give Raoull his own set of cement shoes.

S: Well I guess they're part of the mafia or something?

O: I don't know what they are but yeah they're like, “Uh, can't give us a car? Murder.”

S: Yeah, and then Tracks comes to the- well, comes to the rescue by driving up and transforming and putting the intimidation on and because, you know, and the guy's grand plan to get away from the giant metal man is to chuck Raoul at him.

O: Who is, obviously, caught gently in Tracks’s hands and is totally fine.

S: Tracks is a very careful fellow.

O: Yes, I would hope so.

S: So the two Geddis brothers hop in their car and speed off.

O: Cue a not so high-speed car chase as Tracks transforms and chases after them with Raoul in tow.

S: Passing by such renowned New York locations as the Casablanca Abba Cafe.

O: Don't forget about the Appliance Store and Bar or, quite possibly, the Store and Bra. We can't tell.

S: It's unclear. Also the Fashion Forker.

O: Because I don't know what was going on with these names but, boy, are they a joy to read. Raoul thinks that they have lost the Geddis brothers but Tracks says, “Hardly,” and takes to the air.

S: And it is at this point that, uh, rap- Tracks finally introduces himself to Raoul.

O: Yeah, Raoul's basically just been calling him ‘car’ this entire time, I think.

S: I'd rather suspect Tracks has been pouting over that.

O: Probably. Uh, Raoul and Tracks do lose sight of the guys near the docks and head back to the empty lot from before.

S: Tracks has reached the conclusion that the Geddis brothers are working with the Decepticons.

O: Which, you'd think, if you were working closely with either the Autobots or the Decepticons, you'd take the time to learn their damn badge colors so you don't accidentally ruin your entire plans by mouthing off to the wrong bot, because I don't remember what the Geddis brother said to Tracks but they were, like, “Wait? What are you doing here?” or something, I think, to Tracks.

S: Yeah, something like that and, I mean, it's an 80’s cartoon. Nobody's getting points for intelligence here, except maybe Perceptor.

O: Because Percy always gets intelligence points. Tracks asks Raoul to take him to where the brothers are storing the stolen cars and Tracks says he's going undercover... as a stolen car.

S: Again!

O: You know, because that's what you just spent all night doing.

S: He knows what he is. He knows he wants- he knows he has to be the damsel in distress here. They arrive down at the docks and see a parade of cars on a bridge crossing the Hudson into Jersey.

O: I regret to inform you that at this time we are legally obligated to make a New Jersey joke. A-hem! Of course the Decepticons are in [New] Jersey!

S: Ah, the Geddis brothers crossed the bridge and Tracks and Raoul will follow.

O: Back with Powerglide, he reports spotting Starscream to Optimus.

S: Starscream realizes pretty quickly that he's being followed and tries to lose Powerglide but is shot at by Cosmos who wishes him a terrible day.

O: You know, considering the last time they met, I can hardly blame Cosmos for not liking him.

S: Neither can I because, yeah.

O: That whole idol thing? It just didn't go over super well, you know.

S: Yeah. Starscream lands and transforms, running into a shopping mall that somehow- somehow scale to fit them. Roughly.

O: And somehow still open. Like Tracks, earlier, kind of insinuated it was rather late at night, but whatever! Cosmos and Powerglide follow him in but Starscream opens fire on both of them and the smattering of humans in this huge- again- very empty mall.

S: Yep. Powerglide and Cosmos repeatedly lose sight of Starscream, who really should still be in their line of sight.

O: Because he's like one floor up from them! That's how this is going, essentially and so I'm just like, “Do you two need your optics checked?”

S: Maybe!

O: Ratchet, it's time for an eye exam!

S: Yeah, time to check out their sensors. Starscream gets the drop on them again and knocks them off a higher level of the mall before escaping via smashing through the ceiling.

O: Because nobody can use a fucking door.

S: Yeah, no one can really use a door here. Powerglide and Cosmos report into Optimus who, based on Starstream's escape direction, concludes the Decepticons are in New Jersey and most likely the Pine Barrens.

O: Pine Barrens!? I am now massively disappointed by the lack of Jersey Devil in this episode.

S: I don't think they have the budget for the Jersey Devil.

O: I mean, if you've seen the Jersey Devil- I- Honestly, I am devastated, devastated! I did not get to see great Transformers’ animation for this demonic beast, because I want it so bad.

S: Maybe the Jersey Devil will appear in some other iteration of Transformers at some point.

O: But will he be-

S: Just imagine it.

O: But will it be bad 80’s animation, Specs?

S: Well, someone could do, um, Transformers versus American cryptids and potentially do it with bad 80’s animation.

O: That sounds like a delight. However, speaking of the Pine Barrens, the Geddis brothers drop off all the cars and then they send all the drivers back to the city on a bus.

S: Of course, the camera pans over to the right and we see Megatron who was apparently in, uh, plain sight this entire time or showed up extremely stealthily in the last five seconds.

O: The Geddis brothers having delivered the shit ton of cars, asked Megatron where their million dollars is. Megatron being Megatron just aims his fusion cannon at them and says, “Right here.”

S: They shoot at Megatron with their teeny little peashooter laser guns which is just as ineffective against him as they've been against all the other giant robots that have been shot at in this episode.

O: The two humans manage to dodge the fusion cannon blast and presumably run off into the woods.

S: Tracks and Raoul are in the trees nearby and Tracks only just now attempts to contact Optimus but is unable to due to a broken radio.

O: Soundwave and Rumble are loading cars into a giant conveyor belt as Tracks gets closer to investigate.

S: Tracks is really pulling a Daphne this episode, it feels like.

O: [Laughter] It really is.

S: As the cars are pulled into the building Scrapper is waiting just inside with a giant sword- I keep wanting to say laser sword but I don't remember- and he hits them with the sword. Tracks is not happy about possibly becoming robot sushi and the wire repair from earlier conveniently chooses that moment to fall to pieces.

O: Raoul used electrical tape, or at least it certainly looks like electrical tape, and speaking from experience- electrical tape does not just fall apart like that!

S: It's plot.

O: [Laughter] I know it's plot but they should have used, I don't know, like masking tape or something that doesn't stick very well.

S: It’s plot.

O: [Laughter] Oh, right, right, right, right- switching my brain to off.

S: Raoul notices that Tracks isn't moving and whisper-shouts at him to get out of there.

O: Tracks is immortal danger, time for a commercial break.

S: Raoul runs out and yells at the nearby Cons that they'd better not touch his car.

O: Megatron gives him a look that can only be described as “Where the fuck did this one come from? We had gotten rid of the humans.”

S: Unfortunately, humans are a bit of an infestation, Megatron.

O: Raoul-

S: They will turn up wherever.

O: They truly will, and then Raoul lies and says he had a bomb in his car.

S: Raoul goes big.

O: Megatron then threatens him with his fusion cannon for a bit, uh, because he wants him to remove the non-existent bomb.

S: Starscream and Soundwave are just, you know, chilling nearby.

O: Rumble was just here. Is he on coffee break?

S: Probably.

O: [Laughter] See, the Decepticons have legally mandated breaks is what I'm getting from this.

S: They stop at the conveyor belt and Raoul fixes Tracks, who quickly transforms and opens fire.

O: And then the two of them basically run away.

S: Yep, and Ravage and Rumble follow on foot.

O: So much for that coffee break, but now Tracks is running low on energy because he's kind of been all over the place tonight.

S: He feels faint.

O: And he plans to make his last stand in robot mode.

S: Hey, you do what you got to do, I suppose. But Raoul runs off, trying to draw the cassettes away.

O: And Ravage nearly gets him before being tackled out of nowhere by Sideswipe.

S: Bee and Jazz arrive as well and the three of them chase off the Cassettes.

O: Tracks and Raoul are brought back to the Autobot base or Sparkplugs’ garage anyway, and shortly after the missing cars which were modified by the Decepticons begin to enter the city.

S: Optimus, Ratchet, and Blaster attempt to stop as many as possible on a bridge. I mean, good idea: natural choke point.

O: Right but then all the cars transform into robots and fire on the group of Autobots.

S: Meanwhile Bee, Sideswipe, Inferno, and Tracks take on the cars that have already entered the city.

O: Thankfully the cars are terrible shots and miss the Autobots. Unfortunately, they end up hitting a nearby skyscraper and it gets on fire now.

S: Inferno goes to play King Kong and climbs up to put it out and then Ironhide, Huffer, and Windcharger engage another group of cars.

O: I love that when these Decepticon cars transform all of their robot modes are the exact same red and yellow color scheme despite their vehicle modes all being different colors.

S: Um, the- the Decepticons got all of that, uh, got all that paint on discount or something.

O: [Laughter] Obviously.

S: On the bridge, Ratchet examines one of the downed cars and realizes they're being, you know, they're remote controlled.

O: So they broadcast a jamming signal and all the nearby cars, at least, stop.

S: The Autobots then head to the Pine Barrens to destroy the Decepticon base of the week that Tracks and Raoul found before.

O: Optimus yells, “We're putting your company into bankruptcy, Megatron!” Did Cybertron have bankruptcies?

S: Either that or the Autobots have been very well educated on Earth's financial systems which I would not put past, you know, Prowl insisting that they know.

O: Right my brain just went- obviously, Spike told them about this. Then they were educated about Earth financial institutions by a 14 year old boy mostly just because it's funnier.

S: Oh and probably, uh, Sparkplug coming in and having to-

O: Correct him?

S: Re-educate them.

O: [Laughter] Anyway bankruptcies aside, another firefight ensues.

S: Raoul has the power of a crowbar and God on his side and runs into the building to destroy the control panel but is quickly snatched up by Megatron.

O: So, wait, you're telling me that not only did Raoul just march off into that building, by himself, to wreck shit but also that Megatron was prescient enough to go inside and stop him despite being outside three seconds ago?

S: Yep.

O: Alright then.

S: Megatron walks back outside with Raoul and tells the Autobots they’d better stop firing.

O: Raoul, to his credit, is attempting to get out of Megatron's hand this entire time.

S: Tracks is threatening to turn Megatron into scrap metal, himself, if he harms Raoul.

O: Again, they've known each other for, like, a couple of hours, tops. They're, like, ride or die, it's great.

S:Mm-hm. Unable to get out of Megatron's grasp, Raoul reaches into his coat and pulls out a can of spray paint, mashes a button on Megatron's torso, opens a panel and then sprays paint into it.

O:This is apparently enough to completely incapacitate Megatron, who falls onto the ground.

S: Soundwave and Rumble grab Megatron and fly off to the main Decepticon HQ.

O: And they're never seen again. Obviously not. But, uh, a well-placed shot from Tracks causes the entire building to go up in flames.

S: Well, that was, uh, incredibly badly built.

O: Are you insinuating that the Constructicons have shoddy workmanship?

S: Well, they may not have been the ones called in to do that this week.

O: I mean, fair. He has so many. Even the Constructicons need a break.

S: Back in New York all the Decepticon cars are parked in and around Sparkplug’s garage.

O: They plan to fix them all and return them to their actual owners but Sparkplug’s not sure if Ratchet and him can handle it, even with Wheeljack helping out.

S: Raoul takes this as his cue to leave but Tracks walks over and picks him up and drops him next to a nearby car, apparently volunteering his labor.

O: The two bicker good-naturedly as the episode ends. So they are a couple now, right? Right?

S: Mm-hmm.

O: Yes!!

S: Or at least ride or die buddies, who may eventually evolve into a couple.

O: For clarification they're not actually in a romantic relationship because this was the 80’s but there is some fanfic which we have for recommendations in a moment but join us next time for: The Autobot Run. In which the Autobots will do no running... because they will not have legs.

B: [Laughter]

S: Oh yeah. It's a race, dudes. So, Owls has, uh, our fanfic recommendations for today. If you would like to take it away?

O: Uh, if you're not aware from my jokes during this episode, I actually really like Tracks and Raoul as a pairing so I just actually had these all ready, uh, which doesn't happen that often. Um, so our two picks for today are: “Danger, Sudden Swerve” by Chibibee or, uh, Rebecky_Mo in parentheses. It is G1 Cartoon, it is PG-13, it's slash, our pairing is Tracks and Raoul. Our characters are Tracks and Raoul, and in summary, “All it takes is one wrong turn to find yourself somewhere new and amazing.” Uh obviously this is based on this episode having Tracks in it and it is a collection of shorts.

O: And then our second fic for today is: “Following the Tracks” by LittleMissSweetgrass. Continuity is actually Transformers Prime for a change. It is rated T, it is slash again, characters and pairings are Tracks and Raoul although I do want to point out that there's actually a lot of characters from a lot of different continuities that get pulled into this one which makes it a lot of fun. So a lot of the human characters from IDW show up, um, as well as some Autobots that basically got humanized as human characters within the context of they were in relationships with some of the other human characters but, uh, it's really neat- it's nice to see some of these characters that have basically not popped up in anything for years like, uh, is it Asteria or Astoria? Uh, the one that's in love with Powerglide.

S: Yeah.

O: She pops up-

S: I don’t actually remember her- I don't remember her name, I'm afraid.

O: I bet- but her, the rich chick, uh, pops up. So does Chip. It's really nice, definitely recommend, uh, it is unfortunately ongoing so has not completed yet, so I'm, like, it's- it's very good and I read every single update, uh, but in summary, “At the start of Transformers Prime they mentioned that it's been three years since the last Decepticon attack but what if it was also the last time they lost a team member? Tracks was attacked and abandoned in New York City with no way to contact his fellow Autobots. It just so happens that he meets a young man that will help him survive amongst the humans until he can make it back to his team. But what if they can't make it back to them before they leave Earth?” And again it's a Tracks/Raoul recommendation.

S: I know I need to read that one.

O: It's just- it's okay I have had the worst time keeping up with fics this year because 2020 is the gift that keeps on giving. I realize this will get posted in 2021 but we are recording it at the end of 2020.

S: Yeah, it's been a bad year, folks but I think you already know that.

O: Most people do anyway. So our, uh, [art] recommendation for today is Lantana, uh, they have a Tumblr and a Pixiv and their thing is chibis basically, uh, kind of, uh, that's a bit of an oversimplification but their colors are lovely and they have some very super-super-super-duper cute chibi robots. They're soft, they're colorful, I love them, and I want to give them all hugs. So, uh, some of the ones we're recommending: one of them is, uh, it's basically at least an IDW-esque Megatron but done up as a medic. That makes a lot more sense if you've read the comics, I'm sure, um, and then there's one where, uh, they decide- where his Decepticons decide to get him a birthday present. That birthday present is basically a, you know, a captured and tied up Optimus Prime in a giant present box.

S: Tied up with a big pink ribbon.

O: Of course. And then our other one is a Soundwave with a bunch of itty-bitty kitties and him feeding them. It is super cute.

S: Like, initially, I thought that this was a weird Polly Pocket situation where Soundwave had a Polly Pocket house for cats in his chest- it does not but-

O: That would be funny. They've also got a lot more stuff they've posted since I added them to our recommendation list, that is also gorgeous including some Shattered Glass stuff which, because, I love Shattered Glass and there's not a ton of stuff of it, so, uh, yeah, check out their work. It's lovely.

S: Yeah, it's really pretty. I really like the Soundwave and cats.

O: It's- it's just- it's so cute.

S: It is very cute and that about wraps it up for us today. Remember to check us out on Tumblr or Pillowfort as Afterspark-Podcast for any additional information, show notes, or links we may have mentioned. You can also find us on Facebook and Twitter at AftersparkPod (all one word) and various other locations by searching for Afterspark Podcast such as AO3, iTunes, Spotify, and Youtube, just to name a few. And feel free to send us questions on Tumblr, Youtube, or AO3! Till next time, I'm Specs.

O: I’m Owls.

S: Toodles.

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