HEY GUYS! It's Me again. so sorry if this is a little crappy, I thought of this on the spot. Anyway, I don't own transformers, i only own my OC, Tabbi and Bluez.

ON WITH THE SHOW!

P.S. G1

**Tabbi's POV**

"Hey, guys," I said as I walked into the control room only To my surprise, shock, and amusement, to see Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in each other's arms. Then I looked at Jazz whose spark-mate, Bluez, was clutching to him for dear life. Then looking at Ratchet, who was keeled over with laughter. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Just telling the other bots some Cybertronian ghost stories." Said Ratchet in between laughs. Then Spike, Carly, and Uncle Sparkplug walked in.
"Hey what's going on here?" Asked Carly.
"They're telling ghost stories." I replied.
"Ah." said Spike. Then Bumblebee came in.
"Why's Ratchet laughing?" Bumblebee asked.
"He just scared some other Autobots." Carly replied.

Then Ironhide and Chromia walked in.
"Wha'z goin' on here?" asked Ironhide.
"How many more want to know what's going on?" I exclaimed.
Then Prime and Elita One walked in.
"What's going on here?" Optimus questioned.
"They're tellin' ghost stories, alright! Anybody else who wants to know, don't ask me!" I snapped out of annoyance.

"Well what ghost story did you tell them about this time., Ratchet?" Optimus chuckled.
"Just Cybertronian zombies who scratched paint and bashed speakers." Ratchet replied.
"I thought ghost stories were supposed to be scary!" Elita One cried.
"Well, scared those four." He pointed out.
"Yeah, but they don't count. You have to scare a real mech, like Prime or this here Ironhide...or yourself for that matter." Chromia chimed in.

"Zombies who scratched paint and bashed speakers, weak Ratchet." I told him.
"Oh, and like you could do better?" He challenged.
"Oh, I could do way better. Thank you very much." I accepted the implied challenge.
"Well then, show me how good this story of yours is."
"I don't have one, I have three." I said.

"Prepare your self," I said as everyone began to sit down, "For a freaky story."

"Once there was a a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left. And at about 8:00pm the parents went to town. So doing what she was told the girl shut and locked every window and every door. But there was one window in the basement that would not close completely.

Trying as best as she could she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. So she left the window, and went back upstairs. But just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basement door.

Then she sat down had some dinner and decided to go to sleep for the night." The lights dimmed. I had no idea how that was, but I went along with it anyway. "Settling down to sleep at about 12:00 she snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep.

But at one point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at the clock...it was 2:30. She snuggled down again wondering what had woken her...when she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that she had left the water running, and now it was dripping into the drain of her sink. So thinking it was no big deal she decided to go back to sleep.

But she felt nervous so she reached her hand over the edge of her bed, and let the dog lick her hand for reassurance that he would protect her. Again at about 3:45 she woke up hearing dripping." I said as I imitated a water dropping noise, and it echoed through the base. "She was slightly angry now but went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back to sleep.

At 6:52 the girl decided that she had had enough...she got up just in time to see her parents were pulling up to the house. "Good,"she thought. "Now somebody can fix the sink...'cause I know I didn't leave it running." She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog, skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed," I said. And it was as if the scream could be heard through out the base. "and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon," I had a knife on me. I unsheathed it and threw it right between Optimus Prime and Elita One. Those two screamed so loud, but I resisted the urge to laugh and continued with the story.

"in case someone was still in the house...and there on the floor, next to her bed she saw a small note, written in blood, saying: HUMANS CAN LICK TOO MY BEAUTIFUL." Then, I made a menacing laugh, and threw it across the room. (A/N: throwing your voice) That made every bot scream like bloody murder.

I couldn't resist, I cracked up. I didn't know Ratchet could scream like a little girl.
Every other bot and person was in the others arms.
"So, what do you think of that?" I asked with triumph.
"I-i-it wa-s-s ho-r-r-i-f-fying." Said Bluez hunkered down in Jazz's arms. And Jazz was clinging to her for dear life.
"Very well done." Said Ratchet now regaining his pride.
"W-w-well," Prime squeaked clearing his throat, "That's enough scares for one day."
"Though I think, that that story, could make Megatron's energon run cold." said Jazz.
"Aww, thanks." I said. "Well, I best be getting home, right Uncle Sparkplug?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. C'mon Spike we'd best be gett'n home." Uncle Sparkplug said.
"C'mon Carly," Spike said, "We'll give you a ride."
"Thanks guys." Carly said.

We walked out to the car, got in, and drove home. humph, little did I know that the stories that I told would haunt us.

So whadd'ya think? I'll update soon. Please review and tell me your thoughts, no flames please. Oh, before i forget, I don't own the "Licked Hand" story. I got it off of google. thank you.