speedwriting fic
Title: The New Display
Universe: G1
Rating: M
Characters: Hook, Scrapper, Scavenger
Content Advisory: mentions of robot genitals, implied necrophilia
Prompt: 2. Scenario: at an exhibition where the subject matter is something rare or unusual.
Notes: Creepy necrophiliac Hook returns! And is creepy! No intercourse happens here, but proceed with caution anyway.
"All right, bring it in here. Carefully." Hook watched anxiously while his teammates carried the display case and its contents into his exhibition room.
Scavenger twitched his tail once, clearly irritated. "We do know what we're doing, Hook. This is hardly your first doll."
"Companion!" The Constructicon medic hissed. "They are not dolls, they are companions!"
"Whatever you want to call them," Scrapper snapped. "This one is heavy! Where do you want it?"
"Over there, in the blue corner." Hook pointed. "I've set up the angled table for mounting this one."
"Kinky," Scavenger quipped. "Is that so you don't have to take your doll out of its box to play with it?"
"Not all of my companions require removal from their display cases for me to enjoy them. But yes, it is."
"Just don't invite us over to watch," The Construction leader said as he guided his end of the case to the top of Hook's angled table. "Bonecrusher is still freaking out over that last drunken orgy you got him to come over for."
"Bonecrusher is a prude." Hook smiled as his teammates settled the case on the table, then activated the clamps that would hold it in place. "Ah, this is perfect. Thank you Scrapper, Scavenger."
"You're welcome," Scavenger chirped. "Have fun with your doll!"
Hook reigned in the urge to murder the youngest Constructicon--they had nowhere to find replacements just now, after all--and focused his attention on the companion in the display case. The mech there was artfully arranged, with his massive spike standing proudly erect from his dead grey frame. He was positively perfect.
Then he turned away from his newest display and took in the rest of the cases lining the walls. Dull grey frames, posed in an array of erotic positions greeted his optics and he sighed with contentment. His sanctuary was perfect.
this originally came from my Dreamwidth account! http://eerian-sadow.dreamwidth.org/
Universe: G1
Rating: M
Characters: Hook, Scrapper, Scavenger
Content Advisory: mentions of robot genitals, implied necrophilia
Prompt: 2. Scenario: at an exhibition where the subject matter is something rare or unusual.
Notes: Creepy necrophiliac Hook returns! And is creepy! No intercourse happens here, but proceed with caution anyway.
"All right, bring it in here. Carefully." Hook watched anxiously while his teammates carried the display case and its contents into his exhibition room.
Scavenger twitched his tail once, clearly irritated. "We do know what we're doing, Hook. This is hardly your first doll."
"Companion!" The Constructicon medic hissed. "They are not dolls, they are companions!"
"Whatever you want to call them," Scrapper snapped. "This one is heavy! Where do you want it?"
"Over there, in the blue corner." Hook pointed. "I've set up the angled table for mounting this one."
"Kinky," Scavenger quipped. "Is that so you don't have to take your doll out of its box to play with it?"
"Not all of my companions require removal from their display cases for me to enjoy them. But yes, it is."
"Just don't invite us over to watch," The Construction leader said as he guided his end of the case to the top of Hook's angled table. "Bonecrusher is still freaking out over that last drunken orgy you got him to come over for."
"Bonecrusher is a prude." Hook smiled as his teammates settled the case on the table, then activated the clamps that would hold it in place. "Ah, this is perfect. Thank you Scrapper, Scavenger."
"You're welcome," Scavenger chirped. "Have fun with your doll!"
Hook reigned in the urge to murder the youngest Constructicon--they had nowhere to find replacements just now, after all--and focused his attention on the companion in the display case. The mech there was artfully arranged, with his massive spike standing proudly erect from his dead grey frame. He was positively perfect.
Then he turned away from his newest display and took in the rest of the cases lining the walls. Dull grey frames, posed in an array of erotic positions greeted his optics and he sighed with contentment. His sanctuary was perfect.
this originally came from my Dreamwidth account! http://eerian-sadow.dreamwidth.org/