A/N: Goood afternoon my fellow transformers fans! How was you're Halloween? I know I'm two days late, but hey! I'm coming at you with a Transformers horror story :)
Yes, I know. Halloween is a Human Holliday, yet, for the sake of the story, here, it's going to be universe-wide. I hope you enjoy this insane tale, and please! Give me you're feedback!
Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, or Halloween. But I do own the plot.
Chapter Rating: E.
Full Summery.
Commotion. The streets were an uproar, reporters trotted around, carrying their helm-modified cameras, rolling. Multiple carrier ambulances parked and lined the streets. Though, there had been only one survivor.
"Excuse me... Excuse me! TWEN news, Redtwist here can you tell me what happened here?" A swift purple frame. And the lone survivor shivered, as he looked up to the rounded lenses in his face, and the femme behind it.
"They said bad things happen in K.P.C.F." The young survivor replied, rocking, swaying, his optics were un-responsive to the ruckus around them.
"Excuse me!" A second reporter yelled, as the cameras flashed around him.
"What was your motive?" Click. Click. Click. Blink. The question finally regestered in his bent, and broken mind.
"For answers... You know?" His voice was shaking, much like his beaten frame. The cheap blankets around him just weren't warm enough to stop his shivering.
"And what did you find?" Another frame pushed into the retro-vultures circle, praying on the tired soul with yet another camera.
"Did you find the answers? What happened in the care facility!?" A rugged breath, a tiny hitch of his vents. Dark smoke filtered from his very being, falling apart, the medics frantically working had no effect.
"Bad things." A spine-crunching pause.
"Very bad things."
Episode One: Rumor Has It.
It was just a normal day at Lacon's all grade school. Sparklings from five vorns, to eighteen walked the halls for their next class; Yet today there was something different about the way the mechs and femmes dressed. Rather then their typical paint jobs, the students wore costumes. All different sizes and types. Terrorcons... Vampires, spark eaters. Some dressed as cartoon characters, others chose a subtle approach.
A large crowd formed at the Cafeteria's entrance, waiting for the bell to ring, so the next set of students could drink their cubes. Among this group, was a painted black frame. Two large cat ears wiggled from his helm, as well as an interactive tail that twitched behind him. Jazz waited patiently with his cube in hand beside his Terrorconic friend, Prowl.
The bell finally rung, and the halls became a mosh pit, Prowl and Jazz had been first in the large ring, therefore, were able to push into the Cafeteria before the others. Just as the younglings grabbed their seats, a voice rang out.
"So what you guys think?" Jazz turned on his bench seat, to look up at the mechlet in question, his mood-sensing cat ears bent back.
"Whirl... Mah mech... Wha' ya doin'? What are ya s'pose ta be?" Jazz asked.
"What do you mean what am i supposed to be? Isn't it the perfect costume!?" Whirl exclaimed, tossing his pinchers into the air, the yellow dot of an optic resembled a rainbow shape, as a smile. Prowl looked up from his cube, and blinked a total of five times, when he final registered just WHAT Whirl was dressed as.
"That is... Extremely disturbing." He mumbled, his hand shot up to rub one of his bright blue optics. Jazz, meanwhile, was already dragged into Whirl's costume. The Robotic Neko leaned foreword in his seat, his hand outstretched towards one of Whirls many energon-splattered features.
"Issat fake?"
"NO don't touch it! That costed me a lot of~ yes, it's fake. Do you like?" Jazz pulled back, his helm casted downwards, to where he could see the wired whiskers sprouting from his nose. Neko-as-Jazz sighed.
"It's betta then bein' a cat ah guess." Prowl snorted to himself, while Whirl banged his caws against his helm a couple times.
"A cat? Cats aren't scary! Don't you know? It's HALLOWEEN!" Jazz's robotic cat ears fell flat to either side of his helm, his optics narrowed, and he gazed at Whirl irritably. He opened his mouth to protest, but Jazz never made it past the first breath.
"I'M scary." Prowl boasted, the tint to his tone heavily leaking with Self-adoration. He bared his large fake terror con teeth. Prowls white and black color scheme had disappeared, replaced by a Terrorconic, gothic purple and black.
"Yes, yes Prowl." Whirl intoned, waving his hand dismissively. "You're scary. The point is, Wait... What's the point?" There was a pause, Whirl blinked.
"What... What was the point?" He asked them, genially confused.
"Tha' point?" Jazz questioned.
"What point?" Perplexed, Whirl looked desperately between both Jazz and Prowl. He pointed to another table, full of elder students.
"That point? Point at who? Wait, what?" Youngling Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Whirl..." He coaxed, in an almost whisper. "Halloween... Costumes Whirl..."
"Oh! Right! That! Point! Yeah, THAT point... Right. yes..." Whirl paused thoughtfully. If he had a face, he would have smirked. The bandaged covered, energon dripping, IV pole holding Whirl, had jumped eighty degrees, and proceeded to throw his bloody-bandaged claws into the air.
"WHO'S READY FOR TRICKER TREATING?!" He howled, the entire cafeteria lit up with cheers, fake guns, and swords were thrown into the air. Even the older students joined along, lazily rolling their servos mid-length.
"Ah boy." Jazz drawled, turning around and taking a sip of his cube. "Ah ain't never gonna understand tha' kid."
"Eighty three... Eighty four... Eighty-wait no... That's a rust stick..."
"Prowl, do you really have to count out all your candies?" Whirl whined ambiguously, waving his candy bag at the slow-walking Prowl, who had his helm nearly inside his trick or treat bag.
"Yes." he said, pulling out a stick of gum. "it's good to know how many I get of what, and which ones I want more or less of." Whirl stared at his terrorcon friend for a minuet, and when Prowl noticed the staring, he stopped and looked up.
"What?"
"ON THAT WONDERFUL NOTE... Next house!" Prowl huffed, he began to run down the street, after his friends who had turned to the next home. Prowl had just gotten up the stairs to see Jazz reaching for the door bell.
Yet, the sound of twin sports engines caused the Neko to stop, the impossibly bright headlights had all three mechs slowly turning in union, to witness Sunstreaker and Sideswipe transforming.
"Hey dudes!" Sideswipe greeted merily, waving them down. "You heard about L.P.F.C?"
"L.P.F.C?" Jazz whispered discreetly to Prowl, masking his whisper by rocking back. Prowl gave a shrug.
"What's that?" Whirl screamed out, waving his two fingered claws around, as if he were trying to flag the older mechs down, he had no shame in hiding the fact that, he had no clue what the place was.
"Lacons Psychiatric Care Facility, of course!" Sideswipe declared, he shook his helm in disbeleif, and walked foreword. "You guys seriously don't know that place?"
"No..." Jazz mumbled, looking to Prowl out of habit, to see what he had to say. Which, in the end, mattered none.
"My carrier tends to block those Chanel's..." Jazz's amazing door-winged friend admitted with a rub to the back of his helm, Prowls optics swayed around the area, as if his carrier was lurking somewhere in the distance.
"Maaan..." Sideswipe drawled disappointedly, he looked to his brother with a certain look. "Should we tell them Sunshine?"
Growling, Sunstreaker replied. "Don't call me that... But..." The sunset yellow mech grinned. "We should."
"Tell me! Tell me!" Whirl cried out, he closed the distance between himself, and the twins, by taking the steps two at a time, and abandoning the house. Hesitantly, Jazz and Prowl stepped down the stairs.
"It's shutting down." Sunstreaker said, in a very mirthful tone. He raised his hand to the sky, then flipped his palm, checking out his manicure. "They said their locking everyone inside." Sideswipe finished, knowing Sunstreakers next words.
"That's not good!" Whirl cried out, his yellow optic bright, boreing over the twins like an alarms light. "Why would they do that...?" Jazz pipped in, it wasnt a shame that he was just a little interested...
"Well... I could tell you." Sideswipe teased. He crossed his arms smartly, and leaned against his yellow brother. "But it'll cost ya handful from that bag..."
"Take it!" Whirl screamed out in excitement, tossing his entire bag at the two unsespecting twins. Sunstreaker subtly stepped back, only a bit shocked. While Sideswipe threw his hands out in your typical marshal arts defense style.
The bag of candy tapped against sideswipes red frame, and littered the floor.
"Well." Sunstreaker said, situating himself. He bent down to pick up the candy piece by piece. the red twin quickly grabbed ahold of his ego, and he smirked.
"It's because everyone inside is... Crazy." Not a second after the words left his lip, the bandaged youngling jumped up.
"Crazy?! Like looney and messed up? Like that stuff on TV!?"
"On that channel my carrier blocked." Prowl hummed in, becoming more and more paranoid with his surroundings. Sideswipe snickered, yet Whirl was less amused by the story-interrupter.
"Shhhh!" He hissed, wagging a hand back at the anxious mech, Prowls door wings dropped.
"Yep, just like it. But... It's just a rumor." Sunstreaker finished with a lazy shrug. He looked up to the sky, night was arriving soon, the tint to the sky was getting darker. he looked down at the three younger students, who had gathered into a crowed at their waists.
"Hey..." He said slowly, an idea forming within his self-absorbed processor.
"Are you guys in for a...little Halloween fun?" Sideswipe caught on with a bright optic'd grin. Yet, Prowl seamed to have a separate train of thought.
"It sounds like this plan is sounding more and more like blocked channels..."
"Shut up Prowl~!" Whirl hissed again, irritation clear, the clawed mech spun to Jazz. "YEAH! Right Jazz? We in for some halloween fun?" Said Neko Jazz, looked up from his bag of candy, a rust stick sticking halfway out of his mouth, clutching a hard-energon candy.
"Wha'... Oh, yeah umm..Right!" The newly black mech hadn't noticed his partners death stare, but Whirl had, and pointed it out too, because he jolted his hands up, and rocked his fists at him.
Prowl only changed the coordinates of his death stare.
"Why don't you head up there? For its last hours? I mean, it's like any other hospital, right?" Sideswipe intervened, his voice trying to lure the youngers back in, Whirl looked back up at them.
"Well meet you guys there!" Sunstreaker laughed out. Before any of them could protest, the twins had transformed down, and sped off down the road.
"No." Prowl said bitterly, watching the red tail lights fade down the road.
"Ya scared?" Jazz teased, bumping Prowls shoulder almost affectionally, Prowls helm twisted towards the future saboteur, his face changing from 'unwillingness' to-
"Of course not!" He whispered out loudly, sounding near a hiss, he shook his helm and looked down the road once more.
"Fine. Lets go."
"I'm already deeply regretting this decision." Prowl huffed, his nose lifted into the air.
"Prowlie..." Jazz drawled in a whine, Prowl stopped dead. "stop bein' such an adult. We gonna be fine. Plus, I've been dyin' to do sommem excitin'!" He finished, fist pumping the air.
"Yeah, this is 'HIIIIGHLY exciting!" Whirl thundered through the crooked gates, causing its hinges to scream in protest, and open wide and clear, Jazz looked to Prowl, and Prowl looked back.
"Did... Did you call me Prowlie?" He quarried, his face ducked in an act of shyness. Jazz grinned, giving a lazy shrug to his shoulders.
"Ah mighta. Hey Whirl! Wait up mech!" Prowl only blinked as Jazz raced away from him, to catch up with Whirl, who was already hopping up the old metallic steps. Quietly, the terrorcon jogged to follow suit.
"Are they here?" Jazz whispered, ducking around the large porch. The black mechlet was glad for the hospitals near perfect look. Seriously, it looked like any old hospital. Plus, all the lights were on.
"Yeah! They gotta be..." Suddenly, a yellow form rocketed out from under the porch, Sunstreakers servos reached out, as he growled and screamed loudly. Whirl screamed high pitch, and threw himself back. Jazz settled on twitching in some sort of half-jump, his candy had been held out before him, in a 'Take my candy not me!' Motion.
Prowl merely shook his helm as he witness the aftermath, finishing his final step up the stairs.
Sunstreaker broke out laughing, as he crawled himself up into the porch, using the railing as a crutch. Sideswipe made himself known, when Sunstreaker turned around and pulled Sideswipe through the railings middle bars, and onto the metalic deck.
"I think I'm gonna lubercate." Sideswipe laughed out, getting on his hands and knees, and pulling himself to a standup. Sunstreaker following suit, his laughs only breathy chortles now.
"Alright... Alright... Were here." The yellow mech concluded. Jazz looked down at his extended bag of candy, like coming out of shock, he pulled it back to his chassis.
Whirl gave a little dance, before running to the doors, he motioned with his pinchers for the group to follow him. He nudged open the doors.
Bright light flooded the semi-darkness outside. rang aloud, blue and white nurses walked around, seaming extremely busy. Assistance pushed metal carts full of tools and medicines around.
It was...
"Normal." Whirl breathed, as he slowly walked foreword. Jazz followed, and so did the others. All five students optics were wide with wonder, and perhaps a bit of disappointment, the light tinted blue secretary looked up from her datapad, adjusting her helm-attached readers glasses.
"Can I help you boys?" She asked, her voice soft, Jazz seamed to come back quickly, unknowing what to do, he covered for the team
"Ah yeah, uh... trick'er treat?" He held up his bag of candy, and slowly walked foreword. The femme nurse smiled, ducking down under her desk.
"Oh, tonight's Halloween? I'm surprised, we usually don't get visitors. But you're lucky we have these for the patients." She gestured to a basket full of wrapped energon-lollies. Jazz smiled happily, feeling a bit bad for their entrance, he reached up and grabbed a handful. He gave each of the twins one, and Prowl. He would have given Whirl one, but the mech had already savagely reached into the brown laced basket.
Not wanting to feel in anyway sorry for their lack of tricker treaters, Jazz unwrapped the blue energon lolly and popped it into his mouth.
"Thanks uh..."
"Firefly." She said with a gentle smile. Jazz gave her a thumbs up.
In the background, Prowl cautiously sniffed at the wrapping, before hastily unwrapping it, and taking a couple licks.
Whirl added his into the bag, while Sunstreaker and Sideswipe wasted no time in crunching into theirs.
"So what brings you boys out here?" Firefly asked, making conversation, she tapped away at one of her touch screens, her optics looking back and forth to see if he was still there.
"Ah... We wanted ta hit all tha' places, know wha' I'm sayin'? Ain't leavin one place out!" Jazz supplied. When it came down to lies... He had to be the most manipulative mech out there.
"Really?" Firefly question, sounding interested. "Are you... A cyber-cat?" If Jazz were human, his face would have gone bright red, the ears on his helm twisted back.
"Ah yeah... Ya see, mah carrier wanted..." As Jazz explained his story, it was clear to the others, they would have to wait for the Neko to finish, they awardly sat on benches, one by one, as the minuets ticked by. Licking their goodies just to find something to do.
A comfortable air soon enveloped the group of five, and lazy, relaxed smiles touched each ones face, slowly but surely, their auras became secure, almost safe. Jazz himself had begun to relax, giving into the harmless drabbles of the socially-deprived femmes conversation starters.
The minuets ticked by like hours, the benched students began to lay themselves out, shifting into comfortable positions. Sideswipes helm weakly lifted, before it softly rested against Sunstreakers shoulder. Sideswipe fell into recharge.
And the moment his optics offlined, the clock on the main computer stopped dead. 9:28. Jazz blinked, Prowl leaned, then became limp and dropped right down onto Whirls lap, leading the bandaged mech to jump. Jazz wobbled, and backed up a bit.
"I needa sit down..." He mumbled. Sadly, Jazz did not make it to the bench, before he tripped backwords, and collapsed. His optics flickered offline.
Whirl, being the only one left, looked around in shock, his yellow optic landing on Fireflys form, as she emerged from behind her desk.
"What-" he started, but his confused babbling stopped mid-motion, when Firefly suddenly seamed to beam right up to him, he saw the flicker of red in her optics, before his body became cold, and his processor switched into recharge.
'Do you have the time
To listen to me whine
About nothing and everything
All at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Am I just stoned?
I went to a shrink
To analyze my dreams
She says it's lack of sex
That's bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life's a bore
So quit my whining cause
It's bringing her down.'
End episode credit song: Basket case, Greenday.
-Soundwave out!