Part Time Pets
By: MyNameIsJag
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING…so don't ask me to give you a bot…Bay refuses to hand them over to me.
Note: This is all based on my Anibot drabbles in 'Wondering Plot Bunnies' that seemed to have become the popular of all the drabbles. So if you don't understand any of this I suggest you go read them, it all starts off with 'Be My Pet'. Here some of your favorite bots are part animal and are called Anibots, Animal + Robot = Anibot. The concept gets better as you read, hope you enjoy the fic!
IMPORTANT: This will NOT follow the drabbles, different storyline, same plot. G1 based. Anibots are normal size, they look normal just with animal features. Will have multiple pairings. It was put up for a vote if this should be an actual series…I was demanded to make it so.
Based on my Anibot drabbles in WPB. What do you do when you need the help but can't afford to hire someone, why you get a 'pet' of course. Welcome to the world of Anibot's where they work to make you happy so they can be too.
Chapter 1: Ears and Tails
"Welcome to the Anibot Placement Corporation, thank you for choosing our company amongst the many others. We are an elite placement service offering temporary employees to Anibot-loving clients. Our workers are highly trained and socialized 'pets.' They are loyal, hardworking and are very intelligent, we match each client with the Anibot that reaches each requirement asked of them. Just one thing, please remember that our employees are domesticated Cybertronian/animal hybrids. They don't have the necessary skills to survive on their own, so we ask you to take care of them while they remain contracted to you. Some of them may need daily grooming, while others need to be walked often, and some may not be office trained yet but please be patient with them and try not to scold them too much. Do you have any questions, sir?"
Jazz stared at the dog in front of him behind the counter, wondering how many times he had to repeat those lines each day cause the Anibot wasn't even looking at him but instead playing some computer game, "Yeah, got any that can do paper work and won't run off because of it?"
Tracks finally looked over and smiled at him, a practiced smile but still at least he was paying attention, "I need your name and place of employment before I can address one of our workers to you, darling."
The Porsche actually let out a small laugh, "Not for me, ma boss, he refuses ta help given to him and when we all manage ta get him some, ta bots run off because of how much they got ta do."
Optics shuttered at him, "You're going behind your boss's back to get him help? Who do you work for?"
Was it possible for someone's smile to get that big, "Prime. So I need somebot that's stubborn too and won't take no so easily."
Suddenly there was a smile as wide as the desk clerk's, "Well, then, I think I know just who will fit what your needs."
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"Oh, darlings! I got a surprise!"
The other Anibots shivered at the Papillion words, he was never this happy unless some poor bot was going to get one of his 'destined to be' clients. Where he was sure the client was going to buy out some Anibot's contract with the company and keep them. It would have been a nice gesture if Tracks didn't make it seem like it was going to be the end of the world for the bot in question.
This usually ended up failing…miserably…
Hound's black ears twitched, he just came in from a job and was hoping to get some rest but there seemed to be too much excitement going on at the moment. So leaning back in his chair and putting his pedes on the table he was sitting at, the wolf got ready for one of the dog's famous speeches.
Sure enough the purebreed came waltzing in with a 'oh, Primus, guess what' look on his face, "You wont believe what just happened."
"You actually did some work around here?"
"Ratchet, I said something that happened not something that never will."
The rabbit just snorted and went back cleaning his tools, he had to leave soon to go help an understaffed downtown hospital and he wanted to make sure everything was good to go.
"Any who, this mech just came in asking for an assistant for his boss because everybody they hire just get's tired from all the work given to them and you won't believe who he works for! Prime, can you believe it! Oh and I picked the perfect one to help him, it's simply perfect!"
The wolf raised an optic ridge along with the others at the giddiness of the canine, this couldn't be good, "So, who ya send?"
A laugh, "As the wonderful matchmaker that I am, I knew exactly who to pick, one that doesn't mind doing paperwork, who is stubborn enough to face down even Prime and is highly intelligent to work at such a high rank job."
A groan came from the bunny as he palmed his face, "Don't tell me…you sent Prowl?"
"Yep!"
"Great, one of our leading workers is going to get killed because he's stubborn enough to disregard direct orders from Prime."
"Come on, Ratch, maybe Tracks has a good idea sending him, it might help."
The dog beamed at the praise from the wild canine, "Why thank you Hound and for that, I'm going to find your perfect match!"
"…I rather you didn't…"
"Nonsense, I'm set on finding you the perfect client!"
The medic bunny pointed at the green mech and laughed, Tracks just smiled, "Don't worry Ratchet, I'll find you a home too!"
That shut him up, "Joy…"
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Inferno sighed as he tried to coax the fox from under his berth, how the poor thing got under there was still a mystery, "Come on, little fella, I ain't going to hurt ya."
Large fox ears poked out with the red helm they were attached to, sky blue optics stared back at him with spark warming innocence, "You won't?"
The firetruck smiled, "Naw, I just wanna make sure ya alright."
It was the truth, a large forest fire had broke out and they had only barely managed to put it out, he had accidentally found the small fox that had severe burns and now glitches because of how close he was to flames causing a few wires to short-out and the replacements didn't fully take. So here he was with a small wild fox in his apartment because he was afraid the tiny thing wouldn't be able to survive on his own now that it was hurt so bad.
His hospitality wasn't appreciated when the small Anibot woke up from his induced recharge and tried to make a break for it. Then again, waking up in a weird place with some strange mech standing over you was enough to make anybody freak out.
"What's ya name?"
A tilt of the helm and the Anibot was staring at him cautiously, determining if it was alright, "Red Alert, wait, why do you want to know?"
A light chuckle, "Well, I usually like ta know who I'll be sharing my home with."
The red helm tilted the other way as optics shuttered up at him, "Sharing your home?", he suddenly looked panicked, "What happened to mine?"
The larger mech rubbed the back of his own helm, "See, um, there was a fire and much of the forest got burnt and-"
"My home was burned!"
Inferno's spark clenched at the sound of the mourning keen that escaped the fox, who was now covering both his optics with his servos and shivering, "My home! Gone!" Another spark crushing keen…
Being a firefighter, he had enough experience with those who found out what had happened to their whole livelihood suddenly disappearing. Gently, he pulled the multicolored kitsune out, sighing with relief that he was allowed to, and held him close as he cried out his loses. Rocking his smaller frame as the clawed digits hung onto him in desperation, he softly whispered, "It'll be alright…ssh…it's alright…"
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"So you're the new help?"
Ratchet sighed before staring up at the taller mech, he got this question every time, "Yes, you requested a Anibot with a medical background."
He also knew what came next, sure enough there was that bright grin that everybot he had ever met got, "You are adorable."
Yep, ever fragging time, he didn't care if he was a rabbit, he was tired of the 'adorable', 'cute', 'aww', but what he hated the most was-"The patients will love a bunny helping out."-bunny…
He resisted screaming and running back to the company, he had been contracted for at least a week to help get the hospital up on it's pedes and damn it, he was going to do just that.
The helm of the hospital motioned for him to follow him inside, the Anibot loved working at clinics such as these…to see faces that thought they could never have a chance light up from the hope given to them.
He had the company to thank for that, it was something he was grateful and loathed about…
Anibots, at first were very popular and had no problems finding a home, they were meant to be intelligent companions for the wealthy, ones that would be able to talk back, enjoy activities their owners did, but still depend on their owners…then things got a little out of control. Trafficking, protests groups, breeders that went nuts with rare groups, abusers and a combination of other things made it all spiral down hill for his kind.
Most were either released into the wild, put down or placed in pounds…his creators were the ones in the pound option…luckily for him though, he was given to an aging femme that needed to the company. Where his siblings went or his creators…he had no idea and really didn't want to dwell on it.
When his last owner died, the Anibot Placement Corporation offered him a deal, he could either go wild, in which he had no skills what so ever to survive in or sign a contract to work for them. He chose the contract, at a price, the company owned him…and the others…it wasn't a bad place…everything that they needed was given to them but it was put on their 'tab.' Whatever the company bought for them, they had to pay back by working these part time jobs.
He figured if he was going to owe them, might as well put some good use to it, he got medical training, all paid for by the company. Surprising the owner thought it was a great idea and he didn't have to put up a fight for it. It put him in a lot of debt but he was also one of the most expensive 'pets' too…being so made it harder for anybody to buy out his contract and for him to find an actual home.
Which really was all any of them wanted, a familiar face, a nice pet on the helm and a warm berth to curl up in.
There were a few that got to do that from the pounds…if they weren't put down…as for the ones that went wild. They were known to just stay away from the cities and other Cybertronians, they had become fully adapted to the animal side of their programs.
Hound would be an example, he was trained to be a companion and guard…but he also told stories of his days in the wild…skipping over what made him choose to become a domesticated Anibot. If ever asked, he would just smile sadly and change the subject.
Kind as he was, he was still a wild wolf at spark and he still made some of the others a little wary around him. Wild Anibots ate other Anibots…
Then there were some where the owners would fall helm over heels with them, rushing to save them and bring them back to a home where they had all they dreamed about. He had seen a few Anibot/Normal Cybertronian couples before, of course the society in whole was split apart from it.
Some communities though it was a nice change for his kind and that it would lead to something better for them all, they were just Transformers with animal features. They held all the intelligence of a normal bot, the looks, the systems, the skills, so what was so wrong with finding another to love.
Then you had the communities that hated the idea of them getting together, saying it was disgusting, mixing energon with filthy beings that were nothing more then intelligent drones. Most in this group wanted to put an end to them all.
Surprisingly, the Anibots themselves didn't care either which way, they would love whoever loved them back. A home was all they really wanted, finding your sparkmate was just a chance of luck.
Something he was sure was never to come to him, he would always be bounded to the company and that was fine with him. He would go out to the hospitals and work, save those that needed it because he needed to help them.
He wasn't going to get swept off into some fantasy like the ones Tracks dreamt up for them all, he wasn't a fool like the rest of them…but he was going to try to make the best out of it…
"Ready to get to work?"
"Always."
Not like he had a choice…
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-I was this close to making a Tracks a Afghan Hound, they look so elegant when they run but I wanted something smaller so he got Papillion instead. Originally I was going to have Bumblebee as the desk clerk, but Tracks pushed him out of the way and demanded he got the cushy job controlling where everyone goes. It's not that everyone doesn't want to find a permanent home, they do…it's just that Tracks is known to fail at helping them…badly…
After this chapter, all of them will have their own chapters. This won't be a long series nor will it follow the lines of the drabbles. They will have different storylines but some might share the same characters. There will be other characters to join in as well that aren't in the drabbles or in this chapter.
A special thanks to Katea-Nui for proof reading for me and another for those who wanted this series to be.
I hoped you all enjoyed this.
Please review!
Please? You'll make them cry if you don't.
Mentioned Anibots:
Tracks: Papillion
Hound: Wolf
Ratchet: BUNNY! (Look at my profile pic)
Prowl: Cat
Red Alert: Fox
There will be Con Anibots, so don't worry.
*Bows politely* Till Next Time