A/N:This will be a series of One Shots for Autobotschic! She helped me with my gore! XD

Verse:The Family

Synchro raised an optic ridge at the green, black and gold femme youngling that stood infront of him. Her arms were full of things from his desk drawers, and small knick knacks. "Are you going to pay for those?"

"No! I'm stealing them!"

Synchro nodded. "Yes, I know, but are you going to pay for them?"

"Stealing means I don't have to pay, Idiot!"

"No, you have to pay." Synchro walked around the small femme, and sat down. "Only it's not like a bot would traditionally pay." Synchro smirked at the femme.

The small femme glared. "You're just stupid."

"Well that wasn't nice. Let me guess. You're from Kaon. You don't have any creators. You decided to come to Praxus so you could steal stuff and sale it on the streets. You chose the biggest Unit you could find, and broke in."

The small femme smiled with pride.

"Let me tell you something femme. I knew you were here from before you even arrived. I know how you think you picked the lock, and I know how you think you were lucky enough that this door was the only one unlocked."

"You did not!"

Synchro leaned back in his chair. He pressed his digit tips together and smiled. "Want to bet?" He pressed a button on his office computer and watched as the security feed popped up.

The femme's optics would have shot out of her helm if they could. She watched herself go through the huge building, and soon right into the office she was standing in now. "H-how?"

"My designation is Synchro. What about yours."

"I'm not telling!"

Synchro nodded. "Okay then." He pressed another button on his computer. "Charger, the criminal is ready for her punishment."

"You don't scare me!" The small femme's chest was puffed out so she looked bigger.

"Alright, Sir. The Spark eater will be brought to your office as soon as we catch him."

Synchro smirked. "Thank you, Charger."

"Of course, My Lord."

The Femme's mouth hung open. "S-Sparkeater?"

"Nickel, Iron, Cobalt, Chrome, turn your spark to stone. Nickel, Iron, Cobalt Chrome, run, Little robot, run away home." Synchro sang as he let a little giggle out of his mouth.

The femme dropped all the items in her servos and began running. "No!"

PG

Crypt stood in his unit's kitchet watching the small gray praxian play a board game with his toys. He worried that it wasn't right for their Lord Bluestreak, but Charger told him it was how an only creation coped with his loneliness.

Bluestreak giggled as his green mech action figure. "No, Cogs you can't use your super cool Cyber Ninja skills to steal an extra space! It's not fair!"

The unit door swung open, and Charger pranced in. "Ohh, Blue!"

Bluestreak smiled and jumped up. "Charger! Charger!"

Charger lifted the youngling up, and pulled him into a hug. "You remember that game of Sparkeater I taught you?"

"Yes!"

"Would you like to play?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"Alright. Your target is a bot as big as you, but not bigger."

"Shylight?"

"No, he's bigger than you. It's a femme. She's green and black, but she doesn't have doorwings."

"No doorwings?"

"Nope!" Charger smiled. "On your mark," Bluestreak bent down on all four. "Get set," His small aft went up in the air. "Go!"

Bluestreak began jumping around on all four. He was growling, and making strange noises. If it wasn't for the fact that everybody knew the mech they would have thought he was some wild creature. Foaming mouth and all.

Bluestreak let out one last howl before he charged out of the room, still on all four. Crypt turned to Charger (who had a proud smile on his face) and shook his helm. "You are not allowed to let the twins sparkling sit anymore."

Charger smiled and walked up to his bond, lifting one leg, and wrapping it around Crypt's hip. "I taught him those moves. They'll come in handy later in his life."

Crypt raised an optic ridge, placed a servo on Charger's upper thigh, and pulled him closer in a swift movement. "Because we use them so much now."

Charger giggled before he gave Crypt a kiss. "We could you know." He pulled away, placing both feet on the ground, " But not today! I have a youngling to watch."

PG

The small femme pressed herself against the wall. "Shadow Stalker, calm down!" She told herself. "It's just a Spark Eater, you're not scared! You can eat him for..." The femme stopped as she heard the beating of feet against the metal floor. "Nope!" She quickly turned to run, but let out a scream.

There in front of Shadow Stalker stood a beast scarier than anything she had seen before. It was foaming at the mouth and allowing growls and gargles to escape it's vocal box. She ran. Oh boy did she run!

Synchro had never been more proud of his youngling.

And that is why Shadow Stalker, to this orn, growls at her opponents. Nothing is more scary than a growling bot with foam dripping from their mouth.