The paint was scattered across their forms, dancing into seams and running over plates like water. Different colors acted in comparison to their original schemes, some flamboyantly bringing out the beauty of the others while some just added even more.

Under a black light, that's when they came alive. They would move together to portray whatever they felt like and stand out among the other bodies in their own unique ways.

Swirling neon blue twisted over a similar color of optic, never faltering from its purpose. That optic belonged to a face and that face was the copy of the Cheshire Cat, always grinning. He stood in a row with the others, somersaulting and playing. The colors moved with him.

Green, orange, red, any color and every color imaginable was there. All had their own patterns, none were the same.

Purple highlights were sewn among the walls, floor, even under consoles and bridges. They curved around large crystals embedded in the blockades of the area, all shimmering richly in rock and soil. They pulsed with the power the crystals provided, making them even more gaudily than before. Waterfalls poured down upon the crystals and vividly illuminated the glow of the paint throughout the chambers.

Laughter and music was dominant among the color field. Grounders used platforms and pipes to move around the area while fliers simply used jets and wings to maneuver through obstacles. It was like a dance, various dances in fact.

Arcee's pink paint striped and dotted her frame, enhancing her beauty. Bumblebee had neon yellow box-like structures lining his chest, arms, and legs while his abdomen and head supported more pentagonal shapes. Megatron held war red stripes curved across his features almost to intimidate the normal purple and silver coloring. The others' were similar, crossing over armor and protoform alike.

The Vehicons carried almost identical patterns florescent purple and blue, twirling and doing fancy tricks to their sparks' desire. With the black darkness upon them and the coloring of the paint as their only light, they felt not fear but rather inspiration. All of them danced across the platforms, letting their colors light the way and blend in streaks with fast movements.

Optimus and Megatron circled one another, blue mixing with red, making calm but exciting gestures to glorify their dance. Pedes swiftly changed places to keep the rhythm while keeping balance nonetheless. Others like Starscream, Dreadwing, and Soundwave flew up into the air and let their forms float down as they spun around; their wings and arms never letting them fall. Wheeljack, Bulkhead, and the rest of the Autobots switched from vehicle mode to robot, swinging their figures to do marvelous abilities with the momentum of the transformation. They circled below the fliers in unison.

Despite everything, their details didn't wear out. Streaks of color followed every move flawlessly.

That's how it always was among painted bodies.


AN: Taking another trip through the insanity of my mind. Black lights and neon paint got me thinking of how it would like in a more animated style. How would it flow over armor? How would it move with the Transformers' bodies? Don't know if this helps describe it but it's what I'm thinking.