Holy crap, an Animated fic!
Nobody in the TF: Animated cast expected...THE FANGIRL INQUISITION! -DUNDUNDUN-
However, if you don't like TF: Animated, plase don't read, and please don't flame. It's just rude.
Yeah, I think it's a bit early to be writing fics about this particular generation, but I couldn't resist. Bee's so cutely obnoxious, and I want him to be subjected to the fangirls as early as possible. Hope I didn't kill their characters. Anyway, enjoy 'The Fangirl Inquisition'.
It was a cold, brisk day in Detroit. But other than that, it was a normal day. Nothing new or exciting.
YET.
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"HOLY SLAG. OPTIMUS, GET OVER HERE." Ratchet bellowed, shaking the newly established base.
Bee groaned, as it was Saturday, and that was the day most humans 'slept in'. 'What's the old bot yelling about now?' he asked himself, forcing himself up.
Apparently, even Optimus respected the tradition of sleeping in on Saturday. And he wasn't exactly a morning bot.
"What's up, Ratchet?" The young Autobot groaned, making his way to the uptight Medic, who was seething over a computer screen.
"We've got problems. It looks like they've tracked us down." Ratchet said, tone dark.
"Decepticons?" asked Bee, who'd come out of nowhere.
"No, worse. The fangirls…" Ratchet said, voice still grave. "It looks like I couldn't outrun them after all."
"What are fangirls?" Optimus asked, earning him a severe look from the Medic. "And what do you mean, 'outrun them'?
"Out of the entire team, I would have expected you to know what we're dealing with." The Medic muttered, shaking his head. "They're harder to deal with than Decepticons, and even harder to shake off…and an entire team is coming to review us in about…ten earth hours."
Silence.
"T-ten earth hours?!" Bee asked, surprised at how fast humans acted, when they wanted to.
"Is there an echo in here? Yes, ten Earth hours. And Prime, there's something you should know about those old history clips you keep watching. There are clips that not even YOU'VE seen, and knowing you, you've studied all the clips available. We older bots didn't think the younger generation was ready to know about Earth's history with our race, but it looks like you'll be subjected to a crash course in the subject." Ratchet muttered.
"What happened? What'd I miss?" Bulkhead had been woken by the Medic's yelling as well, and was crashing towards the group.
"Ah, good, you're in time for the lesson." Ratchet said, a ghost of an evil smile on his features. "Wait, where's Prowl? I'm sure he'll want to hear this."
"Ah, he's probably off meditating somewhere. I say, on with the show!" Bee exclaimed, obviously intrigued by the subject of fangirls.
"All right, but I'm warning you, this stuff isn't pretty."
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The screen of Ratchet's computer began playing a clip.
"Ever since we landed on Earth, the humans have been fascinated by our race." The Narrator of the clip said, depicting a space craft crashing into the side of a mountain. "We've managed to blend in with the local populace, but it hasn't been easy. We learned the hard way that not all humans have good intentions in mind." An offlined mech lay on a table, being torn apart by what appeared to be human scientists. "But most are friendly enough. Especially, the younger generation." Several teenagers were splashing a bot that looked, oddly enough, like Bumblebee, while swimming in a lake.
"Hey! That guy looks like me!" Bee commented. "Except I'm more handsome. Devilishly handsome, I might add."
"Shut up, I can't hear!" Ratchet barked at the yellow mech angrily.
"But the ones we had to keep an optic on…" The Narrator continued, "Were the Fangirls." The screen went black, and yellow eyes appeared to glow against the blackness. "They have been known to be extremely aggressive and attack in large packs, sometimes numbering in the thousands." Another mech appeared on screen, and was being swarmed on by literally hundreds of the humans, all squealing and screaming like there was no tomorrow.
"Wow, those female humans are scarier than our females." Bee commented.
"What would you know about femmes, sparkling?" Ratchet asked, smirking.
"Hey!"
"Shhh! He's saying something else!" Bulkhead said, shushing his friend
"They've even created their own Transformers. Somehow, our technology fell into their waiting hands. But the good news is that they have supplied us with many new recruits." Several mechs and femmes appeared on screen, each looking downright tough in every way. "Even so, they've given the Decepticons recruits too. We've managed to establish a truce with a few of their leaders, but even I doubt that it'll last long."
"Somehow, I sense the truce fell through?"
"I guess you aren't so dumb after all, Bee." Ratchet said dryly.
"Thanks! Hey, wait a minute-!"
On screen, a few mechs were speaking with a few human females. "The fangirls have agreed to keep the Autobots informed of any Decepticon activity in their area. But it's certain that Decepticon fans will rat us out to Megatron and Starscream. Only one thing's for sure though…"
"That Ratchet's a grumpy old pile of parts?"
"One more, Bee, one more." Ratchet said in a warning tone.
"…The fangirls will exist as long as we do…maybe even longer." The screen faded to black.
"Ok, exactly what was the point of that?" Optimus asked, knowing he probably sounded like an idiot, but he needed to know.
"That these fangirls might try to rip you all limb from limb if you offend them." Ratchet said, expression serious. "Even if they're polite now, watch your back around them. I've seen enough of them to know."
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Prowl wasn't exactly fond of going to the park, but it was better than having Bumblebee bother him the entire day. Besides, there were lots of humans to observe today.
For example, an unusually large amount of females had shown up at the park today.
And what was even more unusual, was that several had odd looking vehicles following them around. He'd counted at least ten mopeds, an ATV, and twelve motorcycles, all different colors.
Things did not improve when one of the emerald green motorcycles transformed into a female Transformer, Autobot symbol on her chest armor clear as day. Kneeling down, the femme appeared to be whispering something to her human partner, who nodded and took out a cell phone…which transformed as well.
The ninja like mech thought now was the best time to leave. Call it male instinct, if you will.
As the black, riderless motorcycle pealed away from the park, he didn't notice the cell phone bot skittering around the park, informing ever fangirl in the vicinity that Autobot Prowl had been sighted and tagged with a tracking device.
Naturally, the fans were DELIGHTED.
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"Prowl, what's the matter? You look shaken up."
As the mech relayed his encounter to the others, Ratchet shook his head. "They're early."
YARGH, I really needed that out of my system. Ever since I saw TF: Animated, I really wanted to write this. As in most of my fics, the cast is educated about the raving, rabid fans, and chaos will follow their new found knowledge.
I personally like the new TF: Animated series, but please don't flame if you don't. Seriously now.
AND GRIMMY'S BACK! YAYZ! –hugs Grimmy-