fic snippet post: Sexy And I Know It
I'm ignoring the obvious error that this song didn't exist in the 80's. It was on, the bunny bit (HARD!) and there was no time to argue.
Author's Notes:
I was trying to write for NaNoWriMo, but couldn't find the inspiration to, so I had decided not to write. Then this song came on. I had to pause it and write the beginning because the plotbunnies bit me so hard I couldn't do anything but write this.
This is actually an excerpt from my current fanfic "Pity Party", in which the Decepticons make a new superweapon (a big bad gun) and it explodes.
Twice.
The second time it gets the Autobots, besides the Decepticons it got the first time around. So a few Autobots are acting all strange, too.
Among other things Ratchet turns mad-scientist/inventor, Wheeljack kinda turns into a sort-of medic, the Decepticons are, well, acting crazy...
but anyhoo, there's a lot of stuff going on.
I also have fancharacters, but they're not appearing at all in this part.
Summary:
Basically, Bumblebee and Spike noticed something's up and went to the repairbay, where they meet up with Wheeljack and head to Teletraan One in the main control room.
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Wheeljack's headfins flashed as he spoke.
"It looks like Ratchet's decided to become the Ark's newest mad-scientist inventor." He sounded a little amused, and somehow dissapointed at the same time, like he was about to be replaced. His tone lifted slightly. "But, I'm here to make any repairs if anyone needs them."
Spike asked "Did you notice anything strage about Optimus Prime?"
"No... hey waitaminute! yes I did!" Wheeljack's headfins flashed brightly in suprise. "He was in here earlier, and Carly walked in, he nearly hit the ceiling!" Wheeljack's fins flashed again. "You don't suppose he was effected by that xenon-ray whatchyamacallit gun, do you?"
"Bumblebee made a noise that sounded like "Oh no." and Spike folded his arms.
"Yeah, Wheeljack. I think he did." He looked over at Ratchet. "And I think he's not the only one, either."
wheeljack followed his gaze. "Well then we need to do something about it." The inventor's headfins flashed a pale green. "Before things get seriously wierd around here."
"Right." the trio headed out of the repairbay to find out who else (other than Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and probably Wheeljack) had been effected by the Decepticons' Xenon Cobalt Triotholate Ray.
Wheeljack looked over at Teletraan-1, wondering if it's scanner would be able to pick up on the energy fluctuations. Before anyone could reach it, they were nearly run over by a panicking Red Alert.
"IT'S THE INVASION OF THE CHASSIS-SNATCHERS!" The white and red car nearly screamed. Wheeljack held up his hands "Woah there, calm down Red, What's wrong? What is it?"
Red alert simply pointed mutely, optics round, then stammered out "I-I'm getting out of here." and ran for the repairbay.
"He's not going to find much normalcy in there." Bumblebee muttered after him. Wheeljack gave him a look. They walked over to Teletraan-1. Wheeljack helped Spike up onto the console.
"I wonder what Red Alert was so freaked out about." Wheeljack wondered aloud.
--- about one minute earlier ---
Prowl left his office in a good mood. A very good mood.
In fact, he hadn't felt this good in... well, a very good-long time, forgive the pun.
In fact, he felt so good, he felt like dancing.
Red alert was just heading to his post at the security office. He suddenly heard music wafting down the corridor. Some *idiot* was playing that rediculous song by LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It.
Prowl was humming along to the tune he was playing while giving the days reports one final read-over before turning them in. The song had a good beat, and the music was... well, it was okay. It wasn't showtunes, but you just couldn't dance to those.
He did a one-two step as he walked. Taking one step forward, one step back, proceeded forward, did a twirl. He knew what the words to the song were. He didn't really find himself all that attractive, but some to think of it, the song was great, and what was the harm in pretending?
"When I'm at the mall, security's just can't fight 'em all,"
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying ta tan my checks (whut!);
This is how I roll, c'mon ladies it's time to go,
We're headed to the bar baby don't be nervous,
No shoes bo shirt and I still get service."
He did a little wiggle-wiggle as he got further down.
"Girl look at that body, girl look at that body,
girl look at that body,
I work out."
Red alert stopped and listened.
That wasn't Jazz. Usually the saboteur would either be dancing (loudly) down the hall or singing along, or something. Plus he could have sworn the Porsche had just gone out on patrol. He shook his head, deciding not to bother with it, and headed down an adjacent corridor. Sometimes the Autobots could get really annoying with their love of music. And some of the minispies were louder than others about it.
"When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
E'rybody stops and they're staring at me..."
Red Alert suddenly realised he wasn't going *away* from the source of the music.
"I got passion in my pants and I aint afraid to show it"
He rounded the corner and crashed into the mech who was the source of the music.
Prowl was standing there grinning from audio-to-audio, singing aloud, doing a Chippendales-style dance.
"I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!"
Red Alert froze for a full four seconds, the screamed like a terrified sparklet and ran in the opposite direction.
Prowl blinked and stopped, turned down his radio.
"Red Alert, is something wrong? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you over my music."
A shrill"EEEEEEEEEYAAA!" echoed faintly down the hall in reply.
"Wigglewiggle wigglewiggle wiggle, yeah,
Wigglewiggle wigglewiggle wiggle, yeah..."
Prowl shrugged and went on, hoping whatever it was, it wasn't an emergency. His music echoed down the hall after him.
..."I'm sexy and I know it."
Finis~
Author's Notes:
I was trying to write for NaNoWriMo, but couldn't find the inspiration to, so I had decided not to write. Then this song came on. I had to pause it and write the beginning because the plotbunnies bit me so hard I couldn't do anything but write this.
This is actually an excerpt from my current fanfic "Pity Party", in which the Decepticons make a new superweapon (a big bad gun) and it explodes.
Twice.
The second time it gets the Autobots, besides the Decepticons it got the first time around. So a few Autobots are acting all strange, too.
Among other things Ratchet turns mad-scientist/inventor, Wheeljack kinda turns into a sort-of medic, the Decepticons are, well, acting crazy...
but anyhoo, there's a lot of stuff going on.
I also have fancharacters, but they're not appearing at all in this part.
Summary:
Basically, Bumblebee and Spike noticed something's up and went to the repairbay, where they meet up with Wheeljack and head to Teletraan One in the main control room.
------------------------------------------
Wheeljack's headfins flashed as he spoke.
"It looks like Ratchet's decided to become the Ark's newest mad-scientist inventor." He sounded a little amused, and somehow dissapointed at the same time, like he was about to be replaced. His tone lifted slightly. "But, I'm here to make any repairs if anyone needs them."
Spike asked "Did you notice anything strage about Optimus Prime?"
"No... hey waitaminute! yes I did!" Wheeljack's headfins flashed brightly in suprise. "He was in here earlier, and Carly walked in, he nearly hit the ceiling!" Wheeljack's fins flashed again. "You don't suppose he was effected by that xenon-ray whatchyamacallit gun, do you?"
"Bumblebee made a noise that sounded like "Oh no." and Spike folded his arms.
"Yeah, Wheeljack. I think he did." He looked over at Ratchet. "And I think he's not the only one, either."
wheeljack followed his gaze. "Well then we need to do something about it." The inventor's headfins flashed a pale green. "Before things get seriously wierd around here."
"Right." the trio headed out of the repairbay to find out who else (other than Optimus Prime, Ratchet, and probably Wheeljack) had been effected by the Decepticons' Xenon Cobalt Triotholate Ray.
Wheeljack looked over at Teletraan-1, wondering if it's scanner would be able to pick up on the energy fluctuations. Before anyone could reach it, they were nearly run over by a panicking Red Alert.
"IT'S THE INVASION OF THE CHASSIS-SNATCHERS!" The white and red car nearly screamed. Wheeljack held up his hands "Woah there, calm down Red, What's wrong? What is it?"
Red alert simply pointed mutely, optics round, then stammered out "I-I'm getting out of here." and ran for the repairbay.
"He's not going to find much normalcy in there." Bumblebee muttered after him. Wheeljack gave him a look. They walked over to Teletraan-1. Wheeljack helped Spike up onto the console.
"I wonder what Red Alert was so freaked out about." Wheeljack wondered aloud.
--- about one minute earlier ---
Prowl left his office in a good mood. A very good mood.
In fact, he hadn't felt this good in... well, a very good-long time, forgive the pun.
In fact, he felt so good, he felt like dancing.
Red alert was just heading to his post at the security office. He suddenly heard music wafting down the corridor. Some *idiot* was playing that rediculous song by LMFAO - Sexy And I Know It.
Prowl was humming along to the tune he was playing while giving the days reports one final read-over before turning them in. The song had a good beat, and the music was... well, it was okay. It wasn't showtunes, but you just couldn't dance to those.
He did a one-two step as he walked. Taking one step forward, one step back, proceeded forward, did a twirl. He knew what the words to the song were. He didn't really find himself all that attractive, but some to think of it, the song was great, and what was the harm in pretending?
"When I'm at the mall, security's just can't fight 'em all,"
And when I'm at the beach, I'm in a speedo trying ta tan my checks (whut!);
This is how I roll, c'mon ladies it's time to go,
We're headed to the bar baby don't be nervous,
No shoes bo shirt and I still get service."
He did a little wiggle-wiggle as he got further down.
"Girl look at that body, girl look at that body,
girl look at that body,
I work out."
Red alert stopped and listened.
That wasn't Jazz. Usually the saboteur would either be dancing (loudly) down the hall or singing along, or something. Plus he could have sworn the Porsche had just gone out on patrol. He shook his head, deciding not to bother with it, and headed down an adjacent corridor. Sometimes the Autobots could get really annoying with their love of music. And some of the minispies were louder than others about it.
"When I walk in the spot, this is what I see
E'rybody stops and they're staring at me..."
Red Alert suddenly realised he wasn't going *away* from the source of the music.
"I got passion in my pants and I aint afraid to show it"
He rounded the corner and crashed into the mech who was the source of the music.
Prowl was standing there grinning from audio-to-audio, singing aloud, doing a Chippendales-style dance.
"I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!"
Red Alert froze for a full four seconds, the screamed like a terrified sparklet and ran in the opposite direction.
Prowl blinked and stopped, turned down his radio.
"Red Alert, is something wrong? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you over my music."
A shrill"EEEEEEEEEYAAA!" echoed faintly down the hall in reply.
"Wigglewiggle wigglewiggle wiggle, yeah,
Wigglewiggle wigglewiggle wiggle, yeah..."
Prowl shrugged and went on, hoping whatever it was, it wasn't an emergency. His music echoed down the hall after him.
..."I'm sexy and I know it."
Finis~