A Tasteless Joke

May 09, 2011 22:54

Prowl wondered what the Pit had happened.

Had they actually called him “Prowl Prime?”

Ridiculous.

Prowl held up a finger, mouth open, then paused. This was obviously some kind of joke. Not a very inspired joke, but a widespread one all the same, considering all the mechs he had passed that he had spoken to, or had spoken to him had played into it. Prowl shut his mouth and stared at his raised finger.

Another orn and with it came more insanity. Prowl let out a gusty sigh that he had picked up off the humans on Earth. Something was going on and he was going to find out what.

Where was Sentinel? The Prime wasn’t exactly the mech to go to if you wanted to know the latest gossip, but if Sentinel did know what was going on, it would tell him just how widespread this “joke” had become.

Processor made up, Prowl stalked down the hall, stoic expression more intense than usual. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his lover to know what was going on or not because one would mean that the joke had likely infested the entire Autobot army, the other would leave him investigating, trying to find out what was going on.

Neither of the options were likely to put him in a particularly good mood.

transformers: sentinel prime, transformers: prowl, post type: fic, series: uncoiling, verse: tfa, fandom: transformers, fic length: flash fic

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