A/N: This is merely a realistic/spoof-like approach to what the Decepticons would think if they found about our wonderful world of fanfiction. To them, sadly, I don't think they would find it as wonderful as we do. I'm not making fun of specific person/persons in general. I'm making fun of the stories that have sadly become the basic genres of what TF authors write about. Nothing more and nothing less.
Also a special thanks to Taipan Kiryu who provided a second set of eyes. :)
So apologies if I offend anyone, believe me I'm probably gonna, and enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
FANON
Chapter 1
"The Virus"
The Stunticons were dead—to begin with. There were few that hadn't noticed the severe drop in their personalities over the past Earth week.
They exhibited rare emotions the other Decepticons have never before witnessed. They were weary, distraught… disturbed and in Breakdown's case, paranoid to the point Swindle bet he short circuit himself by the end of the next cycle. Even Motormaster was surpassed his own limits. He was furious— furious enough to make the Unmaker beg for mercy if he dared crossed the purple and black semi's path—a path that all the Decepticons were avoiding.
However to the relief of any future unfortunate Decepticon, Motormaster had fled the base on a personal agenda and like the catalyst that had caused their mood swings, his objective was a mystery, but they were certain that they were connected.
Despite the fact the war monger mechs tended to ignore each other's problems, the sudden situation made them all want to know what the dilemma was. If there was something that was making the Stunticons feel the way they were, they wanted to know what it was so they could avoid it.
There was speculation of course; rumors created because of uncertainty.
Scavenger had suspected a coup, but that rumor was shot down when he discovered from Thundercracker and Skywarp that Starscream had been quiet for several cycles (more or less) in regards to scheming Megatron's dethroning. Despite the retort from the Seekers, the theory was still open for pending. Another idea was that they had discovered some sort of Autobot plan involving getting rid of the Stunticons, but somehow seemed abnormal for it to be the case.
They continued with theories, all of them mediocre and unbelievable… until Skywarp and Thundercracker found the real reason from Breakdown and why their moods had been so altered and unfortunately soon found themselves as much as victims as the Stunticons.
And there would be more victims to come…
High above the range a normal human fighter plane could trespass, the Decepticon Seekers practiced their battle formations; the clouds witnessing their coordination and formatiosn like silent bystanders watching an air show.
Immediately during their ascend into the heavens, Starscream could see something repulsively wrong with his trine members.
They were apprehensive, distant, and unbelievingly uncooperative; as if they did not even want to share the skies with each other. Their sky phalanx needed to be tight, unbreakable, destructive and intimidating. Instead they were a good distance away from each other—much more than what was acceptable.
((Thundercracker! Skywarp!)) Starscream called over the comm. channel. ((Reform into position now! Close the gaps!))
There was a pause before Thundercracker's gruff vocals came over the radio. ((Huh? Oh Sorry. Come on 'Warp let's get to it.))
Skwarp's voice dripped with extreme uncomfortable hesitance. ((Alright… I guess.))
They formed back into proper formation, taking their sides behind Starscream and flying behind his command.
Starscream still was not pleased. He could feel their slagging apprehension to each other polluting the stratosphere all around him. He didn't care what personal issues they had with each other, he just wanted the aerial exercise performed to perfection—especially after the last failed raid. It was Megatron's faulty planning— not his aerial squad!
((Position 43! NOW!)) Starscream ordered.
The intended objective was to have Skywarp and Thundercracker maneuver up so that they were stacked one on top of the other like an aerial tower and then nose dive at a specific target. However what Starscream received was a discombobulated mess. Both of them, fighting for the top formation, hit their wing tips and bounced away from each other.
The frustration would only continue to grow for the remander of the practice period— until Starscream finally called it quits.
Skywarp and Thundercracker were happy to oblidge his command.
And Starscream wouldn't rest until he knew why…
Thundercracker was a rational mech and knew that he couldn't keep avoiding his only ally in the base forever— or elude Starscream who he knew wanted to know the answer to their, and to quote his Air Commander, 'disloyalty and stupidity'.
Eventually Thundercracker would have to come out of his comfort zone and approach his friend, despite how uncomfortable his presence had suddenly become. It was amazing— and Thundercracker was still baffled by it— how a single thing could of rendered their friendship to be so forbidden.
And he knew that Skywarp felt the same way—he wanted to make contact, but he was afraid to be seen with Thundercracker now that the cause of the Stunticon's downfall was beginning to spread like a virus.
Still… Thundercracker thought that it was time to set the record straight and get down to business.
Skywarp kept his gaze down on his half-empty energon cube and only shifted his optic sensors to notice Thundercracker in his peripherals.
"Hey…" Thundercracker greeted, making the sparkling step.
Skywarp sighed, "Hey…" he replied, barely audible.
Thundercracker let out his own sigh before he reached around and rubbed the palm of his head behind his neck joint. "Look 'Warp I'm tired of this. Can we just forget about it? I know it's embarrassing but at least we weren't targeted as much as the others and Starscream… somewhat."
The thought of ridiculing Starscream with a comment just didn't seem as appealing, so Skywarp offered an indifferent shrug to compensate.
Thundercracker's face dropped; his disposition serious. "We must make sure that Starscream never finds out about... it. Not only would it make him furious, but imagine what kind of existence he will put us through just to help him vent out his anger."
Skywarp finally looked at him, his face gloomy, and gave him an understanding nod. "He's been asking you too? I haven't told him either… figured the same thing as you TC."
Thundercracker nodded, his optics panning around to the other mechs accompanying the Common Room. He noticed that Dead End looked more aggravated than usual as he sat next to Wildrider and Dragstrip, they're expressions malevolent. Thundercracker also noticed the Coneheads seemed as just as high spirits. Ramjet sat, his chin in his hand while he drummed his fingers angrily across the table top. Meanwhile Thrust and Dirge sat across from each other— their chairs faced away from each other and just as annoyed as their white wingmate.
Swindle passed by the Coneheads table with an energon cube in his hand, a somewhat pleased expression on his face. It seemed that Thrust couldn't stand to see someone else in a pleasant state and knocked the cube from his grasp, sending the liquid splattering up like a fountain. Swindle stopped in his tracks, trying to compute what had happened and then turned to give Thrust a malevolent glare. Not in the mood for an altercation, Swindle huffed and turned around—going to get another energon cube; muttering obscene words through gritted dental plates.
Ramjet turned to his wingmate, "Happy?"
Thrust glowered. "No… and don't talk to me slag-face," Thrust's optics drifted over every inch of the room, as if looking for hidden cameras, "They'll probably think I will want to frag you if we talk to each other."
Thundercracker grimaced... it was spreading more and more and there was no telling who it would come and show it's presence to next…
"Blitzwing stop!" cried the voice of reason as he tried to pry his pistol from him.
"No! Just let me do it Astrotrain!" retorted the furious Triple Changer, struggling against his friend.
"The slag you will- blast your computer!" Astrotrain said, fighting to wrestle the gun that was trained at his computer station… the abomination still plastered on his monitor.
"Your computer's closer!" Blitzwing said, finally able to pry the gun away and give Astrotrain a kick to the midsection, earning the tank enough time to aim and fire. Sparks flew from the monitor, completely destroying it but hardly ridding Blitzwing of the wrath and hatred that was running through every inch of his form.
Astrotrain scowled from the floor, in an instant he sprung up and reengaged his fight with Blitzwing, this time to a verbal extreme. "Fantastic Blitzwing! Do you know how many monitors the Constructicons are repairing as we speak? It'll take Earth Days before they get to fixing mine or receiving a new one from Swindle!"
Blitzwing crossed his arms of his chassis, the expression of a murderer on his face. "Then you can have my fraggin' screen— I won't be using the slagging thing anytime soon!"
"What did you read?" Astrotrain questioned; quirking a metallic brow. "If it's safe for me to ask."
"I'll give you a hint choo- choo," Blitzwing growled. "Warpath…"
Astrotrain's face lit with understanding before twisting into one of disgust and disbelief. He shook his head, "No… did they really?"
"Oh yes…" Bltizwing nodded, his visor bright with bloodlust. "Filled with detail and everything of why I would fra-"
"What are you two brusque morons chattering about? You are late for your patrols or are you both too ridiculously stupid to remember?" called a familiar screechy voice. Astrotrain and Blitzwing turned and looked at the Seeker standing in the doorway, his optics fixed on a data-pad but a sardonic smile still present on his face.
Blitzwing and Astrotrain glanced at each other, a sinister smile growing on the shuttle mechs face. Though Blitzwing was new to the phenomenon sweeping through the mail accounts of the other Decepticons, Astrotrain had discovered it a day prior and found himself more than particularly amused—and disgusted— by the content about Starscream.
Astrotrain smirked as he addressed Starscream. "Well... please accept my apologies Starscream. We have been... side-tracked."
Astrotrain received the expected reaction, Starscream looked up with a face of intrigued annoyance. "Oh? With what Astrotrain?"
"The thing is Starscream," Astrotrain continued, his optics glowing more and more. "I can't really explain it to you to make it comprehensible to you. It is something that you have to witness for yourself."
Starscream quirked an metallic brow, "Really?" he questioned, "And why is that?"
"Oh well…" Asrtrotrain let a small chuckle escape, "It's just one of those things you have to, how do the worms say it? 'See to believe'?"
Starscream narrowed his optics at the deceptive train-mech; suspecting that he wouldn't like whatever it was that Astrotrain was talking about… but too curious to let it slid.
"What is it?" Starscream sternly asked, not in the mood for any more mind games; he was past the preamble.
"Tell you what Starscream, give me an astro-second on your computer and I'll show you," Astrotrain offered.
"Fine. However this better worth my time or I'll personally see that you waste yours on Energon duty," Starscream warned.
"Oh believe me Air Commander… I think you'll find it many things besides worth it," Astrotrain replied, his ever-growing sinister-self reaching its maximum potential.
But it would take more than that to frighten the mighty Starscream and so he let the Triple Changer lead him to his room to play on his computer…
Sealing his fate.
A/N: Yeah, I know I'm the devil...