Fan Fiction
"That…is totally horrid." Spike muttered, clicking the back button on the internet browser.
Jazz wandered over after several minutes of watching him click at the mouse in a frustrated manner.
"What the glitch are you up to?"
"Research. Gotta write a paper for school." he said, not even pausing to look up from the screen as he clicked out of yet another page.
"What's the topic?" he asked, leaning down to get a watch the screen.
" 'The appeal of modern writing and fiction.' Specifically, writings in relation to television shows. It's usually called 'fan fiction'." he answered, typing in a search query to Google.
"You mean there are people out there who write about something that comes from the television?"
"Yup. And music. And cartoons. And even books. It's crazy."
"Uh huh." he replied. "So what's 'horrid' about it?"
Spike snorted in response. "Most of the writing. I can't use any of the pages I've found so far because it's like children do most of the writing."
The computer flashed screens across at a rate that Spike couldn't even view.
"Hey!"
"I'm searchin', hold on…" Jazz said, cuing more screens to pop up. "Hey, look! They even write about porn!"
"Jazz!" Spike squeaked, punching CTRL+ALT+DEL to no effect.
The screen stopped on a story that flashed on the screen long enough for Spike to read a few lines before Teletran started smoking and sparks flew.
"Great. Just great." he said, pushing his chair back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Whoops?" Jazz asked, stepping back from the computer as well.
"What happened anyway?" Spike asked, clearly frustrated.
Jazz adjusted the screen controls to clear up the lingering image on the screen. The title alone would be enough to send Red Alert into seizures.
"TELETRAN GETS A SPANKING"