Numb Encore
Title: Numb Encore
Rating: K to R, but nothing too harsh. R rating is used for caution.
Fandom: Transformers, various 'verses.
Summary: Put your entire music collection on shuffle, hit play, and write. These were written at least a year ago, I just found them scribbled on some notebook paper and decided to share.
A/N: All links lead to Youtube. I highly, highly recommend listening to the songs while reading.
1. Natasha Beats The Devil -by- 65daysostatic
The Decepticon cassette listened to the sound patterns etched upon the tape film- it hurt because of how deep he felt the pain- no not his- hers. That damn Rosanna. Who did she think she was? How dare she... to compose this... and to make him feel this way. Primus be damned, she recorded it only to be played when her spark expired. She wasn't carrying useful information, as he had originally thought; it was just the ghost of an old relationship turned sour due to war.
2. Fuel -by- Metallica
The Mustang's engine purred loudly as it ripped through the hot black California highway, the only other noise heard was from the Camaro he was currently playing tag with. Barricade hadn't meant to get caught, but in all fairness, that drunk human who extracted his liquids ("puking", as the fleshbags called it) all over the hood of the black sports car probably didn't mean to end up under Barricade's foot. Sadly, these unexpected things seemed to happen a lot to the poor Decepticon.
A light blipped on, and a noise happened. He was low on fuel... again. Damn these cheap terra fuels! And the prices humans charge for them is outrageous! A mustached holoform came to life in his driver's seat and the glovebox popped open, revealing wads of American dollars. The holoform picked out two crisp twenty dollar bills from a wad, as the car pulled into the nearest Sunoco station. Having humans around for the moment being gave Barricade some insurance that Bumblebee wouldn't spring to action while he could refuel and convert the terra sludge to smooth energon...
The holoform watched as Bumblebee pulled into the pump behind him, a young-looking blonde holoform materializing in the driver's seat, flipping the Mustang off.
3. Yamaha Mama -by- Soulja Boy
Being attacked by the Autobots was not a rare thing, currently, seeing as how Prime must have called in extra soldiers, getting a smackdown was becoming a normal thing for the interceptor. Despite this, Barricade was still shocked to see Arcee among the new troops. Too many old memories stirred in the hardened Decepticon's core, his reactions quite suddenly became too late as the pink motorcycle swiftly transformed into his ex-mate (well, they never really technically officially broke up, the war took care of that for them).
The next thing Barricade knew, the pink 'bot had knocked him off his feet, straddled his chest while pointing a loaded electro-crossbow at his face, yelling something about a surrender or blah blah. The only thing he could really process in the sudden daze was, yeah, she still digs me.
4. Plowed -by- Sponge
Rock 'n' roll is bad, it'll poison your mind! Parents have been screaming the same words to their offspring for decades, fearful of sex, drugs, and the wild lifestyle of deviance and debauchery that the music genre encouraged. Soundwave took note of the natural teenage rebelliousness that humans seemed to possess and worked it to his advantage. Rock 'n' roll no longer encouraged sex and drugs, it demanded that they destroy, dismantle, kill, anarchize, and worship their robot masters.
All in all, the kids really should have listened to their parents.
5. Hello Zepp -by- Charlie Clouser
Barricade onlined groggy and disorientated. He tried to move, the effort was in vain as his hands were tied to a metal pole and his legs were trapped in some sort of elaborate clockworkesque contraption. He analyzed the metals in a quick scan- they were human-made. What sort of human could make such a device as this? He briefly thought of the female with Ladiesman217, as he had heard from reports that she was frighteningly good with power tools...
A light buzzed to life above his head, revealing there was more to the trapping that he had originally realized- it was quite an effective-looking death trap. Whoever the human who had built this was, Barricade knew he was going to have to congratulate them for such a piece of masterful art. Then, he was going to have to kill them for placing him in it.
An old television in the corner clicked on and a puppet with bulls-eyes painted on its cheeks began to speak. "Hello Barricade. Do you want to play a game?"
6. Never Gonna Give You Up -by- Rick Astley
Interesting things had a tendency to happen when the Decepticon superior officers got drunk together at their centennial "Bad-Aft Motherboard-Fragger Convention". Specifically, the interesting things happened because of Soundwave. There would be awkward times when the normally silent communications bot would play cheesy human '80's ballads, sometimes (most of the time) dedicating them to Megatron.
7. Bleeding Love -by- Leona Lewis
It was a rather warm and sunny day in Detroit, but instead of facing the risk of being covered again in parking tickets, Ratchet decided to take his stasis nap inside the Autobot base. The other bots had gone off to take a pleasant windshield-warming drive around the city before the rush hour, leaving Ratchet to finally have some peace and quiet in the normally hectic base. Yes, nothing but peace and quiet for the next few hours...
Until a loud noise erupted from the speaker system.
Optics flashed on, a grunt and a groan elicited from Ratchet as he scrambled off the recharge bed and rushed to the main area of the headquarters. "It couldn't be Soundwave again, could it? No, too soon!"
"Hey Ratch." A voice greeted him from below. The medibot nearly tripped over himself. "Sari?"
"Yo."
He blinked in disbelief, suddenly putting the pieces together. "You're the one messin' with the speakers?"
"I'm not messing with anything! I simply recalibrated the input broadcast signal so I can get my favorite radio station to play here. I gotta win these tickets they're giving out! I figured Autobot technology would be my best bet to get those tickets." She replied matter-of-factly.
"Sari-" Ratchet was about to give her a stern elcture on the importance of keeping the radio clear for emergency broadcasts, when she shushed him harshly. "I just gotta wait for them to play the song, okay Ratchet?"
"Hmph."
A few commercial passed on, and the obnoxious DJ made a few announcements about this, that, and whatever. It was too confusing for Ratchet to bother with, all he wanted was some alone time before the rest of the crew would return.
To his left, Sari let out an excited squeal. "There's the song!" She pressed a few buttons and began to connect to the radio station. Ratchet listened to the music, unimpressed. The female singer had already started singing the chorus lines when Ratchet decided to interrupt. "Sari, are you hearin' this glitch?!"
"Shh!"
Somewhat defeated, he turned back to the communications console. The female singer sang out, "I keep bleeding, I keep keep bleeding love..."
"Yeah? Well go see a doctor!" Ratchet yelled back at the speakers.
8. Ants Marching -by- Dave Matthews Band
"Yuck."
Hound's audio perked up at the small, squeakish sound, followed by a swift smacking sound of plastic hitting dirt. He looked to his left, at the young human female designated as Jill. Jill was a pleasant little addition to the growing family of humans helping out at the Autobot base. Hound adored these smaller versions of humans, and often found himself standing watch over the children as they played outside.
"Eww!" Jill shrieked again, hitting the ground with a small plastic yellow shovel. Hound looked over at the ground. "What's wrong, Jill?"
"Ants." The five-year old answered seriously, inspecting the dirt for survivng ants. She stared, shovel ready to smack.
"You don't like ants, Jill?" Hound asked, amused. Jill enjoyed the natural world and could often be found playing outside, rather than planted in front of a television like the other children.
"I hate them!" She yelled, hitting a small mound of light-brown sand.
"Why is that?"
"They're small an' gross. An' they're ever-e-where." Jill looked up at Hound. "You're big! Hound, you should step on all of them!"
"But why would I want to do that? Ants may be small, but they're capable of some amazing things. Underneath those dirt hills, they build complex tunnel systems."
Jill blinked, unable to understand why something as big as Hound did not want to step on the icky bugs. Hound picked up on her confusion, and bent down to get closer to her.
"You know Jill, to us, you humans are as small as ants. But you don't see us stepping on you, right?"
Jill gasped and threw down the plastic shovel. "Yeah, you're right!"
Rating: K to R, but nothing too harsh. R rating is used for caution.
Fandom: Transformers, various 'verses.
Summary: Put your entire music collection on shuffle, hit play, and write. These were written at least a year ago, I just found them scribbled on some notebook paper and decided to share.
A/N: All links lead to Youtube. I highly, highly recommend listening to the songs while reading.
1. Natasha Beats The Devil -by- 65daysostatic
The Decepticon cassette listened to the sound patterns etched upon the tape film- it hurt because of how deep he felt the pain- no not his- hers. That damn Rosanna. Who did she think she was? How dare she... to compose this... and to make him feel this way. Primus be damned, she recorded it only to be played when her spark expired. She wasn't carrying useful information, as he had originally thought; it was just the ghost of an old relationship turned sour due to war.
2. Fuel -by- Metallica
The Mustang's engine purred loudly as it ripped through the hot black California highway, the only other noise heard was from the Camaro he was currently playing tag with. Barricade hadn't meant to get caught, but in all fairness, that drunk human who extracted his liquids ("puking", as the fleshbags called it) all over the hood of the black sports car probably didn't mean to end up under Barricade's foot. Sadly, these unexpected things seemed to happen a lot to the poor Decepticon.
A light blipped on, and a noise happened. He was low on fuel... again. Damn these cheap terra fuels! And the prices humans charge for them is outrageous! A mustached holoform came to life in his driver's seat and the glovebox popped open, revealing wads of American dollars. The holoform picked out two crisp twenty dollar bills from a wad, as the car pulled into the nearest Sunoco station. Having humans around for the moment being gave Barricade some insurance that Bumblebee wouldn't spring to action while he could refuel and convert the terra sludge to smooth energon...
The holoform watched as Bumblebee pulled into the pump behind him, a young-looking blonde holoform materializing in the driver's seat, flipping the Mustang off.
3. Yamaha Mama -by- Soulja Boy
Being attacked by the Autobots was not a rare thing, currently, seeing as how Prime must have called in extra soldiers, getting a smackdown was becoming a normal thing for the interceptor. Despite this, Barricade was still shocked to see Arcee among the new troops. Too many old memories stirred in the hardened Decepticon's core, his reactions quite suddenly became too late as the pink motorcycle swiftly transformed into his ex-mate (well, they never really technically officially broke up, the war took care of that for them).
The next thing Barricade knew, the pink 'bot had knocked him off his feet, straddled his chest while pointing a loaded electro-crossbow at his face, yelling something about a surrender or blah blah. The only thing he could really process in the sudden daze was, yeah, she still digs me.
4. Plowed -by- Sponge
Rock 'n' roll is bad, it'll poison your mind! Parents have been screaming the same words to their offspring for decades, fearful of sex, drugs, and the wild lifestyle of deviance and debauchery that the music genre encouraged. Soundwave took note of the natural teenage rebelliousness that humans seemed to possess and worked it to his advantage. Rock 'n' roll no longer encouraged sex and drugs, it demanded that they destroy, dismantle, kill, anarchize, and worship their robot masters.
All in all, the kids really should have listened to their parents.
5. Hello Zepp -by- Charlie Clouser
Barricade onlined groggy and disorientated. He tried to move, the effort was in vain as his hands were tied to a metal pole and his legs were trapped in some sort of elaborate clockworkesque contraption. He analyzed the metals in a quick scan- they were human-made. What sort of human could make such a device as this? He briefly thought of the female with Ladiesman217, as he had heard from reports that she was frighteningly good with power tools...
A light buzzed to life above his head, revealing there was more to the trapping that he had originally realized- it was quite an effective-looking death trap. Whoever the human who had built this was, Barricade knew he was going to have to congratulate them for such a piece of masterful art. Then, he was going to have to kill them for placing him in it.
An old television in the corner clicked on and a puppet with bulls-eyes painted on its cheeks began to speak. "Hello Barricade. Do you want to play a game?"
6. Never Gonna Give You Up -by- Rick Astley
Interesting things had a tendency to happen when the Decepticon superior officers got drunk together at their centennial "Bad-Aft Motherboard-Fragger Convention". Specifically, the interesting things happened because of Soundwave. There would be awkward times when the normally silent communications bot would play cheesy human '80's ballads, sometimes (most of the time) dedicating them to Megatron.
7. Bleeding Love -by- Leona Lewis
It was a rather warm and sunny day in Detroit, but instead of facing the risk of being covered again in parking tickets, Ratchet decided to take his stasis nap inside the Autobot base. The other bots had gone off to take a pleasant windshield-warming drive around the city before the rush hour, leaving Ratchet to finally have some peace and quiet in the normally hectic base. Yes, nothing but peace and quiet for the next few hours...
Until a loud noise erupted from the speaker system.
Optics flashed on, a grunt and a groan elicited from Ratchet as he scrambled off the recharge bed and rushed to the main area of the headquarters. "It couldn't be Soundwave again, could it? No, too soon!"
"Hey Ratch." A voice greeted him from below. The medibot nearly tripped over himself. "Sari?"
"Yo."
He blinked in disbelief, suddenly putting the pieces together. "You're the one messin' with the speakers?"
"I'm not messing with anything! I simply recalibrated the input broadcast signal so I can get my favorite radio station to play here. I gotta win these tickets they're giving out! I figured Autobot technology would be my best bet to get those tickets." She replied matter-of-factly.
"Sari-" Ratchet was about to give her a stern elcture on the importance of keeping the radio clear for emergency broadcasts, when she shushed him harshly. "I just gotta wait for them to play the song, okay Ratchet?"
"Hmph."
A few commercial passed on, and the obnoxious DJ made a few announcements about this, that, and whatever. It was too confusing for Ratchet to bother with, all he wanted was some alone time before the rest of the crew would return.
To his left, Sari let out an excited squeal. "There's the song!" She pressed a few buttons and began to connect to the radio station. Ratchet listened to the music, unimpressed. The female singer had already started singing the chorus lines when Ratchet decided to interrupt. "Sari, are you hearin' this glitch?!"
"Shh!"
Somewhat defeated, he turned back to the communications console. The female singer sang out, "I keep bleeding, I keep keep bleeding love..."
"Yeah? Well go see a doctor!" Ratchet yelled back at the speakers.
8. Ants Marching -by- Dave Matthews Band
"Yuck."
Hound's audio perked up at the small, squeakish sound, followed by a swift smacking sound of plastic hitting dirt. He looked to his left, at the young human female designated as Jill. Jill was a pleasant little addition to the growing family of humans helping out at the Autobot base. Hound adored these smaller versions of humans, and often found himself standing watch over the children as they played outside.
"Eww!" Jill shrieked again, hitting the ground with a small plastic yellow shovel. Hound looked over at the ground. "What's wrong, Jill?"
"Ants." The five-year old answered seriously, inspecting the dirt for survivng ants. She stared, shovel ready to smack.
"You don't like ants, Jill?" Hound asked, amused. Jill enjoyed the natural world and could often be found playing outside, rather than planted in front of a television like the other children.
"I hate them!" She yelled, hitting a small mound of light-brown sand.
"Why is that?"
"They're small an' gross. An' they're ever-e-where." Jill looked up at Hound. "You're big! Hound, you should step on all of them!"
"But why would I want to do that? Ants may be small, but they're capable of some amazing things. Underneath those dirt hills, they build complex tunnel systems."
Jill blinked, unable to understand why something as big as Hound did not want to step on the icky bugs. Hound picked up on her confusion, and bent down to get closer to her.
"You know Jill, to us, you humans are as small as ants. But you don't see us stepping on you, right?"
Jill gasped and threw down the plastic shovel. "Yeah, you're right!"