Quick fic
Damn that Transformers Fic Prompt Generator. Damn it to hell.
Title: (Untitled)
Characters: Spike, Optimus Prime, Prowl, and HIM GRIMLOCK! (Sorry, I love Grimlock.)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ain’t mine. All hail Hasbro.
Summary: Spike’s ingenious plan backfires.
Spike crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall he was sitting against. Above him, Optimus Prime tapped his chin thoughtfully in response to what Spike had just told him.
“I can see how this might be helpful,” he conceded slowly, “however, I’m not entirely certain that it will hold their attention for very long…”
“Trust me,” Spike said confidently. “It’s hypnotic to people with their kind of attention span and mentality. They’re learning about Earth and being distracted from random rampages at the same time. Nothing could possibly go -”
“Prowl to Optimus Prime.”
The tense voice of the Autobot’s tactician interrupted Spike mid-sentence. Optimus held up a hand in apology to Spike and activated his comlink. “Go ahead, Prowl.”
“I’ve got a problem, here,” the tactician said through the line. In the background, Spike and Optimus could hear crashing sounds and a second voice ranting unintelligibly. It was followed shortly by a muted curse and a shuffling sound.
"...Yes?" Optimus prompted when Prowl did not continue.
“Sorry, sir. Grimlock came to visit me a few breems ago, requesting that I locate and recruit a new mech he heard about - NO, PUT THAT DOWN!” There was a loud clang of metal against metal, and when Prowl continued, it was with a muffled voice. “My apologies, sir. As I was saying, Grimlock told me that the mech in question is a Dinobot, another Tyrannosaurus-rex, whom he claimed would not be adverse to joining the Autobots. He said, and I quote, ‘him love you, him love everyone.’”
“That… sounds promising,” Optimus replied, his optic shutters narrowing slightly at several thunking sounds emitting from Prowl’s end of the comlink. “Did he mention where we could find this potential ally?”
“That’s where the problem stared, sir,” came the strained reply, pitched louder over the growing volume of the voice in the background. “I asked Grimlock to tell me more about this other mech, and he - well, he kind of snapped sir. He seems to be under the impression that I want to replace him with this new Dinobot. He’s currently demanding that I set up a sparring match between the ‘bot and himself to prove who is superior.”
In the background, Grimlock’s angry voice rose loud enough to be clearly heard: “ME GRIMLOCK KING! ME STRONGEST! HIM NO STAND CHANCE AGAINST ME GRIMLOCK! PURPLE DECEPTICON COLOR ANYWAY!”
Prowl’s voice filtered plaintively back through the comlink. “He seems quite adamant about this, sir.”
“That’s not good,” Optimus murmured, cycling his vents in a sigh as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be over in a moment. In the meantime, try to find out this other Dinobot’s name, and see if -“
“Ah… Optimus?” Spike cleared his throat pointedly, shuffling his feet and trying not to make eye contact. “Remember that kids show I was just talking about? The one I said would keep the Dinobots out of trouble…?”
Optimus stared down at the human, then fixed his gaze at his comlink. “Oh, Primus,” he sighed, and shook his head wearily. “So… Which one of you wants to tell Grimlock that Barney isn't real?”
The End. OR IS IT?
Yeah, it is.
Dang, I haven’t written a fanfic in years. I’m out of practice. *cracks knuckles*
Title: (Untitled)
Characters: Spike, Optimus Prime, Prowl, and HIM GRIMLOCK! (Sorry, I love Grimlock.)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ain’t mine. All hail Hasbro.
Summary: Spike’s ingenious plan backfires.
Spike crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall he was sitting against. Above him, Optimus Prime tapped his chin thoughtfully in response to what Spike had just told him.
“I can see how this might be helpful,” he conceded slowly, “however, I’m not entirely certain that it will hold their attention for very long…”
“Trust me,” Spike said confidently. “It’s hypnotic to people with their kind of attention span and mentality. They’re learning about Earth and being distracted from random rampages at the same time. Nothing could possibly go -”
“Prowl to Optimus Prime.”
The tense voice of the Autobot’s tactician interrupted Spike mid-sentence. Optimus held up a hand in apology to Spike and activated his comlink. “Go ahead, Prowl.”
“I’ve got a problem, here,” the tactician said through the line. In the background, Spike and Optimus could hear crashing sounds and a second voice ranting unintelligibly. It was followed shortly by a muted curse and a shuffling sound.
"...Yes?" Optimus prompted when Prowl did not continue.
“Sorry, sir. Grimlock came to visit me a few breems ago, requesting that I locate and recruit a new mech he heard about - NO, PUT THAT DOWN!” There was a loud clang of metal against metal, and when Prowl continued, it was with a muffled voice. “My apologies, sir. As I was saying, Grimlock told me that the mech in question is a Dinobot, another Tyrannosaurus-rex, whom he claimed would not be adverse to joining the Autobots. He said, and I quote, ‘him love you, him love everyone.’”
“That… sounds promising,” Optimus replied, his optic shutters narrowing slightly at several thunking sounds emitting from Prowl’s end of the comlink. “Did he mention where we could find this potential ally?”
“That’s where the problem stared, sir,” came the strained reply, pitched louder over the growing volume of the voice in the background. “I asked Grimlock to tell me more about this other mech, and he - well, he kind of snapped sir. He seems to be under the impression that I want to replace him with this new Dinobot. He’s currently demanding that I set up a sparring match between the ‘bot and himself to prove who is superior.”
In the background, Grimlock’s angry voice rose loud enough to be clearly heard: “ME GRIMLOCK KING! ME STRONGEST! HIM NO STAND CHANCE AGAINST ME GRIMLOCK! PURPLE DECEPTICON COLOR ANYWAY!”
Prowl’s voice filtered plaintively back through the comlink. “He seems quite adamant about this, sir.”
“That’s not good,” Optimus murmured, cycling his vents in a sigh as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be over in a moment. In the meantime, try to find out this other Dinobot’s name, and see if -“
“Ah… Optimus?” Spike cleared his throat pointedly, shuffling his feet and trying not to make eye contact. “Remember that kids show I was just talking about? The one I said would keep the Dinobots out of trouble…?”
Optimus stared down at the human, then fixed his gaze at his comlink. “Oh, Primus,” he sighed, and shook his head wearily. “So… Which one of you wants to tell Grimlock that Barney isn't real?”
The End. OR IS IT?
Yeah, it is.
Dang, I haven’t written a fanfic in years. I’m out of practice. *cracks knuckles*