Sup guys! This was inspired by the one shot SkysFireLady15 wrote, and with her permission, I wrote this plot bunny. Some of what happens might not make as much sense, but I hope you get the gist of it. I'd suggest you youtube, "Friendship is magic, B****!" on youtube for the the one quote. Seriously, it makes the punchline make sense. Watch it before you read. And no, I'm trying to convert you guys.
It had been a long day for Lord Megatron. Those slagging Autobots had been working on his nerves again. They had nearly found his Energon warehouse, but had been called back to the base at the last minute due to a 'Con that had been spotted elsewhere. He had been out scouting for possible terrains to have a new base of operations. The warehouse they had did not quite fit the bill.
It screamed "abandoned" with its rusted plating and holes in the ceiling, but when the abandoned crates of Primus knows what were stacked properly, you could keep the worst of the rain out. There were an array of screens along the one wall, and opposite it was a throne, or something close to a throne. It was a glorified pile of neatly stacked crates.
Megatron sank into the pile of crates, gears clicking into place as the pistons depressurised in loud hissing sounds. He sighed happily as everything sank into place, tension of the day leaving him. He had a nice cup of highgrade on the small 'side table', and a large remote sitting next to it. Grabbing the remote, he turned on one of the screens.
Hopefully that idiot Starscream recorded the right bloody program. Megatron thought to himself as he looked for the documentary on the Second World War. It was a 4 part series, and he had found the character of Adolf Hitler absolutely fascinating. Finding the program that had been recorded in the designated time slot, he selected it, reclining into the stacked crates as he took a rather large sip of highgrade, turning up the volume.
"MY LITTLE PONY! MY LITTLE PONY! AAHHHHHH!" The highgrade was impressively spewed from where he had been sitting all over the screen. Terror filled him at the colourful ponies that were prancing around on the screen. He could not tear himself away from the terrifyingly hypnotic story. This episode was about the six main characters, he assumed, having to save the land of, Equestria? from a large fire breathing dragon whose smoky breath was threatening to cover the land in thick clouds of smoke for a hundred years.
He watched as the six made the journey up the mountain where the dragon was, snorting at the fact that a butter yellow pony with wings were giving them so many hassles as they simply tried to climb the mountain.
He could not understand why he was still watching this femme sparkling program.
All the mares in the story tried to reason with the dragon to make him leave, well, everyone except the yellow winged pony. When a blue pony with rainbow colored hair took the dragon on, it made it mad, which made the Yellow one mad, who put the scary dragon in its place.
The credits rolled on the screen as Lord Megatron sat, confused, horrified and downright terrified. Horrified, because a program this hideous existed, confused, because he had watched the entire thing, and terrified… because… because…
Because he had enjoyed it.
Standing up, he threw the ludicrous concept it aside, and stormed off to find Starscream, to blame him for making him watch this slag.
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"Mirage, what did you see? What are the Decepticons planning?" Optimus asked the silver spy bot. Said bot was lying on the ground, curled up into the fetal position, shivering from fear.
"I… I… I can't… It's too terrible to describe sir." Mirage had been part of the war for centuries, there had been nothing he had not seen before. But what he saw that day had rocked him to the core. Millennia could not have prepared him for what he had seen that day.
"Mirage, what are they planning? You have to tell if this if we want to stop them!" Ironhide shouted, irritated by the mech's behaviour. He knew that it had to be something serious that it could have Mirage curled up like a sparkling.
"It's not what they're planning, it's… it's what… it's what they are doing…" Mirage shivered as the flashbacks filled his processors.
Bright colours.
Toys.
Music.
Singing.
PRIMUS MAKE IT STOP! Mirage shouted mentally, tucking his head closer to his knees. Shakily, he held up his wrist.
"Ratchet, project what… I saw… for everyone to see." He stuttered over the 'comm. Ratchet walked closer, grabbed the wrist in a strong hold, and connected a cable to small port in the wrist. The lights in the hangar dimmed as Ratchet projected the holographic 3D image of what Mirage had seen. Everyone, bots and humans, were shocked by what they were witnessing.
It was the inside of the warehouse. Every single 'Con that the Autobots knew of were sitting in front of the array of screens. Some were in their alt forms to make space for everyone to get in and watch, their attention cemented on the screens. Cheery, sugary voices filtered out of the speakers, and suddenly there were the sharp intakes of breaths before the mechs all started shouting various things.
"Come on, Rainbow Dash! You can do it!"
"No! Not Rarity!"
"Dashie, Dashie, Dashie!"
"Come on, Wonderbolts! Wake up!"
The hologram shifted until they were able to see the screen. A boom blasted out of the speakers as a circular rainbow spread across the screen. Cheers erupted as various toy items were flung into the air.
"She did it! She did it!"
"No, way!"
"Rarity stays alive!"
"Pssh, I could fly faster than that."
"Shut up, Starscream. No one's faster than the Dash."
The characters conversed as a large white pony with both wings and a horn showed up on the screen.
"Hehe, Trollestia!"
"SHUT UP!" The mechs all chorused, attention re-affixed to the screen, listening intently to what the purple horned pony was saying to the white one. The credits started to roll across the screen as a chorus of 'aww's' filled the air.
"Alright, next episode's next week. Now, just remember, when you buy merchandise, buy carefully. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves. NOW GET BACK TO WORK!" Lord Megatron screamed.
The hologram cut out. Everyone stood frozen, uncomprehending of what they had just witnessed. They turned to stare at Mirage, sympathy in their eyes.
"LUNA'S BEST PONY!" One of the soldiers shouted, breaking the silence. All eyes snapped to the soldier.
"PINKIE PIE FOR PRESIDENT!" Another shouted, challenging the first as all the heads turned to face him.
"FLUTTERSHY FOR MASTER OVERLORD!" A third shouted. Everyone stared at each other, starting to get freaked out a little.
"DERPY RULES ALL!" Another voice shouted, and all eyes turned to Will, who was sitting with a smug grin.
"VINY… Nah, you're right, Derpy's awesome." There was a stampede as everyone evacuated the building. The four soldiers and Lennox stood alone, staring at what had just unfolded. They nearly burst out laughing until they saw Mearing was still standing there.
"Uh… ma'am?" Lennox ventured. She shifted her glasses higher onto her nose, giving Lennox a sly smile.
"Would you like a banana?" She simply asked. The soldiers blanched.
"PRINCESS TROLLESTIA! EVERYPONY FOR THEMSELVES!" The soldiers shouted as they fled the room. There were vague shouts of, 'Don't send me to the moooon.' Mearing smirked.
Foals. They know not who they mess with. She turned and left, heels clicking as she left the hangar, smirk still plastered on her face.