Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…
The Cube
In the beginning, there was the cube.
Primus sat with a deep look of pure concentration upon his faceplates, fully analyzing the problem and trying to come up with a viable solution. After a good portion of time passed along with a sigh of defeat, "Unicron, pass the energon cubes."
"Again, brother?" Unicron snickered. A small, knowing gleam appeared in his optics. "I thought you said the tea was perfect."
Primus arched an optic ridge, "When did I say that? Well… it doesn't matter. Do you mind? It was a lot of work putting in the new carpet and I'd like to relax with a cup of hot energon tea."
Unicron looked down at the new carpet, a look of disgust appeared on his face. "You really shouldn't have."
"Shouldn't have what? Replaced the old one?" He motioned to the old carpet that was still rolled up and put into a corner, still waiting to be dealt with. "Next you're going to say I shouldn't repaint the walls."
"Only if you demand that I help. Again." Unicron slumped in defeat. "Why do this?"
"Because I'm older and it needed to be done. Honestly, doesn't it look nice?" The expanse of white carpet spread across the floor in all directions from the table in which the two sat.
Unicron passed the cubes, rolling his optics at the sight of so much white. Sometimes he wondered why Primus went to great lengths to remain clean and proper. It would be so much easier if he simply went with a tile floor, at least it would be easier to clean.
Both sets of optics widened as a cube fell from its tray to land on the floor. The once pristine carpet supported a stain, which stood out way too well. It was accompanied by one word shared by the two of them. "Frag."
We know not where it comes from, only that it has the power to create worlds and fill them with life.
"Unicron, get the cube!" Primus wailed, watching horrified as the stain grew.
"Why don't you get it? It's your carpet!" Unicron's optics were glued to the floor in a trance of morbid fascination
"I have a bad back." Primus feigned back pain. "Besides, you're closer."
Reluctantly, Unicron lowered himself to the floor for a closer examination. After a few breems of looking and occasionally moving a servo out of the way of the steadily expanding stain, "It's gone."
"What? How can it be gone?" Primus stated indignantly. He too, forgetting his so-called back pain, dropped down to get a look. Carefully he poked at the stain, watching for any kind of response.
With the aid of Primus's genetic material, the primeval soup of the universe formed its first life forms: the so-called 'Thirteen' of Cybertron.
Unicron straightened out suddenly, "Isn't it time for our weekly episode of-"
"I almost forgot." Primus hurried up, knocking into the table, causing his tea to spill onto the once flawless carpet. "Slag."
Unicron winced before triumphantly showing his prize to Primus, "I got the other cubes." In the bowl, the remaining cubes gleamed in the light, just waiting for their own chance at freedom. Just one slip is all it takes.
And so it began. With an accidental slip, Primus's carpet became a host to a new universe, gradually expanding and evolving as more messes accumulate.