Twisted Tales: Shorty and the Beast (Pt 11)
Title: Twisted Tales: Shorty and the Beast (Part 11 - So it's time to take some action, boys)
Rating: G
Verse: G1ish?
Character: Cliffjumper, Arcee, Bumblebee
Warnings: AU. Crack.
Summary: Once-upon-a-times and might-have-beens paint a story most fair. A beauty stalks a tower in a guise most foul, and only one bot has optics to see past the grisly exterior.
Part 1 Part 6
Part 2 Part 7
Part 3 Part 8
Part 4 Part 9
Part 5 Part 10
To whom it may concern:
Greetings and salutations! This note is merely to inform any interested parties that Smokescreen will not be able to return home as - due to a wager he himself placed - he now finds himself as an indentured servant to the Beast of the Forest. Kindly forget about his existence and go on with your lives.
Sincerely,
Jazz, Valet of the Chamber and Master of Ceremonies
The Dark Tower
Just off the Old Road
Middle of the Forest
Cliffjumper stared at the note in his hands. An actual note on actual wood pulp paper - Primus below, who uses wood-pulp paper? - with looping purple script that shimmered silver, cheerfully at odds with its dark content.
“There’s a map on the back,” Bumblebee said quietly. Cliffjumper flipped the paper over, and sure enough, there was a map of the forest with an X marked boldly in red somewhere near the middle.
“Well, that’s convenient,” Cliffjumper said. He flipped the paper back to the text. “’Kindly forget about his existence’, huh.”
“It’s probably a trap.” Bumblebee paused, and then almost reluctantly added, “We should probably tell Megatron.”
Cliffjumper snorted. “Or not,” he said flatly. He put the paper down on the table and stalked over to his weapons cabinet, throwing the doors wide open.
“CJ, it’s talking about a beast. Megatron is the Hunter; he should know.” Bumblebee picked up the note again, smoothing the paper between nervous hands. “If something has Smokey…”
“There might be a beast,” Arcee said slowly, “but someone needed to write the note in the first place. And…the note mentions a ‘wager’.” She placed her palm on Bumblebee’s back strut and he leaned back against it, just a little.
“Sounds like Smokey got in over his head with his gambling.” Cliffjumper pulled something sharp and shiny out of its drawer and snapped it into place over his forearm. He grabbed its match and snapped it on to his other arm. He flexed his arms once to ensure mobility and then went back into the drawer.
“And going by the map and directions, they’re willing to negotiate,” Arcee added. “Cliffjumper, I know you’re worried, but you can’t just go rushing in guns blazing.”
“…would be easier,” Cliffjumper muttered from behind the steel doors.
“Maybe I should go,” she said. “I can talk to this ‘Jazz’ and…”
“No, you can stay with ‘Bee and be the cavalry.” Cliffjumper said, and slammed the door shut. The hollow thud reverberated around the room. “If I don’t come back in three days, you can rouse Megatron and everyone then.”
“And come save your aft?” Arcee asked dryly.
Cliffjumper grinned at her. “If you think you can,” he taunted. “Just…don’t tell Megatron, all right? This is a family thing.”
“Primus save me from prideful ‘bots,” Arcee sighed. “Just be careful, all right?”
“And come back,” Bumblebee added. “I want both you and Smokey at the Promising.”
“No matter what,” Cliffjumper swore. “You can even help me kick Smokey’s aft when I bring him home.”
“I’ll want in on that too,” Arcee said archly.
A/N: I used "French Script MT" in the note because it amused me. It is very loopy. Also, if I had anything larger than a 'Legends' class Jazz with me, I would have included a picture of him writing the note, but alas.
On to Part 12!
Rating: G
Verse: G1ish?
Character: Cliffjumper, Arcee, Bumblebee
Warnings: AU. Crack.
Summary: Once-upon-a-times and might-have-beens paint a story most fair. A beauty stalks a tower in a guise most foul, and only one bot has optics to see past the grisly exterior.
Part 1 Part 6
Part 2 Part 7
Part 3 Part 8
Part 4 Part 9
Part 5 Part 10
To whom it may concern:
Greetings and salutations! This note is merely to inform any interested parties that Smokescreen will not be able to return home as - due to a wager he himself placed - he now finds himself as an indentured servant to the Beast of the Forest. Kindly forget about his existence and go on with your lives.
Sincerely,
Jazz, Valet of the Chamber and Master of Ceremonies
The Dark Tower
Just off the Old Road
Middle of the Forest
Cliffjumper stared at the note in his hands. An actual note on actual wood pulp paper - Primus below, who uses wood-pulp paper? - with looping purple script that shimmered silver, cheerfully at odds with its dark content.
“There’s a map on the back,” Bumblebee said quietly. Cliffjumper flipped the paper over, and sure enough, there was a map of the forest with an X marked boldly in red somewhere near the middle.
“Well, that’s convenient,” Cliffjumper said. He flipped the paper back to the text. “’Kindly forget about his existence’, huh.”
“It’s probably a trap.” Bumblebee paused, and then almost reluctantly added, “We should probably tell Megatron.”
Cliffjumper snorted. “Or not,” he said flatly. He put the paper down on the table and stalked over to his weapons cabinet, throwing the doors wide open.
“CJ, it’s talking about a beast. Megatron is the Hunter; he should know.” Bumblebee picked up the note again, smoothing the paper between nervous hands. “If something has Smokey…”
“There might be a beast,” Arcee said slowly, “but someone needed to write the note in the first place. And…the note mentions a ‘wager’.” She placed her palm on Bumblebee’s back strut and he leaned back against it, just a little.
“Sounds like Smokey got in over his head with his gambling.” Cliffjumper pulled something sharp and shiny out of its drawer and snapped it into place over his forearm. He grabbed its match and snapped it on to his other arm. He flexed his arms once to ensure mobility and then went back into the drawer.
“And going by the map and directions, they’re willing to negotiate,” Arcee added. “Cliffjumper, I know you’re worried, but you can’t just go rushing in guns blazing.”
“…would be easier,” Cliffjumper muttered from behind the steel doors.
“Maybe I should go,” she said. “I can talk to this ‘Jazz’ and…”
“No, you can stay with ‘Bee and be the cavalry.” Cliffjumper said, and slammed the door shut. The hollow thud reverberated around the room. “If I don’t come back in three days, you can rouse Megatron and everyone then.”
“And come save your aft?” Arcee asked dryly.
Cliffjumper grinned at her. “If you think you can,” he taunted. “Just…don’t tell Megatron, all right? This is a family thing.”
“Primus save me from prideful ‘bots,” Arcee sighed. “Just be careful, all right?”
“And come back,” Bumblebee added. “I want both you and Smokey at the Promising.”
“No matter what,” Cliffjumper swore. “You can even help me kick Smokey’s aft when I bring him home.”
“I’ll want in on that too,” Arcee said archly.
A/N: I used "French Script MT" in the note because it amused me. It is very loopy. Also, if I had anything larger than a 'Legends' class Jazz with me, I would have included a picture of him writing the note, but alas.
On to Part 12!