New fic! I'm updating again! Woo! Have some Oil Slick.
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The air felt so nice on his wings, sliding over and under them like the warmest, softest blanket he'd ever felt. It was sun-heated air, and the sky was clear and perfect, showing the outline of a city in the distance, but he was not interested in the city.
No. All he cared about was the air under him, over him, everywhere around him, and the heat of his thrusters as he bent his wings up and soared even higher.
Someone was flying next to him, soft grey and purple armor, and a sleek, streamlined frame that was just slightly less nice than his own. He skimmed closer, for a better look, and then-
Beep Beep Beep!
Oil Slick onlines his optics and stares at the sparkling nightlight-clock which was telling him that his naptime is over. He didn't like his clock. It's noisy.
He turns it off, and slips out of his berth. He always feels so heavy after recharging. He wants to spread his wings and take to the air, but he doesn't actually have wings. He also always feels like he's not the right color. Too dark and misplaced.
His mamas had taken him to the medic bot to check and see if he had something called sky hunger, but he didn't. He just wants to take to the air and fly. They sometimes throw him in the air, but that isn't the same thing. He's just a cyclebot, four treads firmly on the ground.
Thinking of that, he beams and transforms to vehiclemode to dash out of his room. Mama Glitterfrost was making energon candy, and he wanted a piece. The best way to get one is to drive in and look pitiful.
He's good at looking pitiful.
Very good at it.
His treads squeal loudly when he stops in front of his mama, rubbing his frame against her peds like he's seen their pet cybercat do. "Ma~ma~," he drags the word out long, revving his tiny engine loudly. "Mama. Want candy."
Glitterfrost shakes her head, reaching down to pet him with one white servo, and Oil Slick still thinks her sparkly paint is pretty-looking. "Not now, sparkling. You just onlined from your nap, and I won't let you spoil your appetite by having candy before fuel."
Oil Slick transforms and gives her a petulant look, leaning against her white and blue ped. "Want candy." She narrows her green optics and Oil Slick immediately takes on a sparkbroken expression, "Please."
She shakes her head, "No, sparkling. You know better."
He reaches up, long claws hooking into her hip kibble, "Want it, mama."
She pushes him away gently, "If you're hungry, Mama Wildstar has your sparkling ener-"
He makes a face, "Gross, mama! Candy!"
She snorts, "You will drink the entire cube, and if you do, I will give you an entire piece."
Normally she only gives him half a piece, so he jumps on the opportunity, "Yes, mama!" He takes off down the hall, transforming as he goes, only to end up in a tangled heap hitting the wall just before the door. His limbs are too big for his frame, and he feels like he's missing something all the time.
Mama Glitterfrost sighs, and paces over to pick his mistransformed frame off the floor. She's the best creator ever because she always helps him figure out where his limbs are supposed to go when he mistransforms himself. Mama Wildstar usually makes him try to figure it out himself and it takes so much longer.
With his limbs tucked up properly, Mama Glitterfrost places him on the floor. "There you go, sparkling. Be more careful next time, alright?"
"Yes, Mama," he promises, and then takes off down the hallway to find Mama Wildstar. She's usually in the study, reading datapads or yelling at mechs on the comscreen. She likes yelling at mechs a lot. He's pretty sure that's her job.
He peeks in, and she's screaming at the comscreen. This time there's another femme on the line, and she doesn't look very happy about it. Something about an improperly mixed ... something. It was a long string of words and had numbers in it. He isn't really sure what that is about.
He walks in cautiously, and puts a servo on her leg. He knows he's not really supposed to interrupt her, but getting energon is something that means he's allowed to distract her. "Mama?"
She puts a servo on his head, still yelling at the screen, "And next time I even hear a whisper of your misconduct, it is more than just your job on the line!" The com is disconnected, and she looks down at him, voice loving, "Yes, sparkling?"
"Energon, Mama," he pleads, looking up at her with his optics as wide as he can make them, and Wildstar laughs. She pulls him up onto her lap, and Oil Slick puts his servos on the yellow starburst patterns on her armor, trying to match his claws up to the spreading angles of the yellow lines that fade into her black armor. "Please, energon."
Wildstar pets his helm, and shakes her own, "Not until you ask properly."
Oil Slick wrinkles up his face plates, and struggles with the words, "Want energon, please."
"Close, sparkling. But I know you can say it right."
He leans in and rests his helm against her armor. "I want energon, please."
She taps him on the nose, smiling at him, "Of course, sweetspark." She kisses his forehead, and he rubs his nose - it always feels so out of place and big- while she pulls out a sparkling sized cube, "Here you are, Oil Slick."
He takes it slowly, knowing better than to rush and accidentally spill it. He's been taught how to do it, and he wants to prove to his mamas how big he is to show them he doesn't need icky sparkling energon. He tried to take the energon from his mama's cubes, but they always giggle and pull it away, telling him to drink the energon he needs.
"Thank you, mama," he murmurs before drinking it. He knows that his mamas like it when he's polite, and it will mean Mama Wildstar won't protest him getting a full piece of candy.
He thinks about how much candy that is, and how tasty it is going to be, because Mama Glitterfrost makes the best candies in the entire world. He's a little bit worried, because his tank is starting to fill up, and his fuel levels are getting close to 'full.' If he's full, he won't have room for all the warm, sticky candy.
Oil Slick puts the cube down, with some of the energon still in it, and Wildstar rubs his back, "Are you full now, sparkling?" She reaches for his cube and he pulls it away.
"No," he says sharply, and lifts it again to drink the rest.
He wants that candy. All of it.
He feels far too full to eat any now, though. Not that he will admit it. He drank all of his energon, now he gets his reward.
Mama Wildstar picks him up, kissing his forehead, "Let's go for a race in the backyard. Won't that be fun?"
He shakes his head, "No! Candy!" He won't be allowed to have the candy if he goes straight outside, his mamas will just want him to fuel on sparkling energon instead.
His mama gives him an amused look, "Did Mama Glitterfrost promise you some if you drank it all?"
Nodding, he adjusts himself into as defiant a posture as possible in her arms, challenging her to try and deny him the candy he so rightfully deserves. "Yes. Full piece." His glossa tingles just thinking about it, even if it makes his tank churn a little.
Wildstar pokes his chest, right over his tank, "Are you sure you have enough room in there for candy, sparkling? You know what happens if you fuel so much you purge. No candy for a full stellar cycle."
Oil Slick pouts, "Won't purge." He has a plan for that, and he won't let his mamas tell him no. Not when he earned the candy.
She gives him an amused look, walking down the hallway, "If you're sure."
He nods, "Want candy."
She jiggles him in her arms, and he feels kind of sick with how his fuel sloshes back and forth in his tank, but he manages to keep from purging or clinging to his creator. She sets him in the chair at the table, and turns to Glitterfrost, "Looks like our little bot finished his entire cube. He tells me you promised him something. Is this true?"
His mamas kiss, and Oil Slick wrinkles his face plates in disgust. Gross kisses.
Glitterfrost nods, and rubs her pale servos down Wildstar's sides. "Yes, I did. I said he could have a full piece of energon candy if he drank his entire cube." She smiles at him, "Are you hungry enough for a full piece, sweetspark?"
Oil Slick nods eagerly, "Yes. Candy now!" At Wildstar's stern look, he adds, "I want candy, please."
A laugh, and Oil Slick thinks Glitterfrost's laughs sound like crystal chimes. "He's so much better behaved with you, Wildstar."
His dark framed mama waves a servo, "You just need to remind him to use his words, sweetspark." She puts a piece of candy in his servos, "And what do we say?"
He looks at the delicious candy, and says quickly, "Thank you!" He nibbles on the corner of it, not sure how much he can put in his tank, but also wanting to make sure his creators don't take it from him. "Racing?" Wildstar raises a optic ridge, and he specifies, "We go racing now?"
Glitterfrost pats him on the head, "Of course, sparkling. You need to work off your energy since you got an entire cube and the candy."
Wildstar holds out her servo, "Give me what you can't fuel up on, little sparkling. And we will go racing together."
Oil Slick yanks the candy away from her reach, "No." He nibbles a little more, and his tank churns, informing him that it can't fit any more fuel. "Mine."
And he decides to do his plan now. He pops open his sparkplates and shoves the remaining candy inside, closing his sparkplates before his Mamas can steal it away from him. It is hiscandy.
Both of his mamas cry out with dismay, and Glitterfrost picks him up immediately, "Open up now, sparkling!"
He squirms, trying to get away, "No! Mine!"
She uses her claws, trying to pry him open, "Now!"
He whines, pulling away, "No!" He hates that they always take it away from him. He earned it, and they never let him keep it after. It is his candy, and they won't let him have a subspace to put it in. Where else is he supposed to store it? There's no where else he has. He had tiny tanks on his peds, but those got taken away when he tried to put his last candy piece in them.
Wildstar takes hold of his arms, "If you don't open up, we aren't going to give you any candy for a vorn."
Oil Slick bursts into tears and squirms harder in their servos, "No no no no no!"
Both of his creators have to hold him down and still while they open an access port on his arm and use the stupid evil nasty code that makes his sparkplates open up for them. Glitterfrost sighs and scoops out the melted, sticky remains of the candy. "Congratulations, sparkling. You get a solvent wash and no energon candy for a vorn." He cries harder, and she amends, "A half-vorn if you show good behavior and don't try anything like this again."
He just sobs even harder. All he wanted was to save his candy for when he wasn't so full and could enjoy it. He just can't figure out how to say it. Whenever he tries, his glossa gets all tangled up. Just like with his arms and legs when he tries to transform too fast.
He's carried to the washrack, and put in a small portable tub that is filled with solvents. His creator's scrub him down, and he doesn't quiet his sobs for almost two breems. By the time they're finally done cleaning out his chamber, he's leaning on the edge of the tub, and crying silently; lubricants sliding out of his optics.
Mama Glitterfrost sighs, and wipes the lubricants away from his face. "I know you want a subspace, sparkling, but you have to prove that you're a responsible bot before you get one. Trying to put energon candy where it doesn't belong doesn't show you are responsible."
He just sniffles, aware that he has been deprived of candy because his creators are cruel, evil bots that don't want him to have delicious sweets. He hates them so much. So much. He is going to offline because he won't have energon candy if he gets trapped somewhere, and then his creators will be so sad and they will go 'Oh, I wish we had just given him the candy he wanted! He wouldn't be offline if we hadn't been so mean!' and they would be very sad and cry a lot.
He can't even say it, because the last time he tried saying he wanted a subspace, they just told him he wasn't responsible enough, or he didn't even have a use for it. When he pointed out he could put the candy in it, they just took it as a reason he shouldn't have one at all.
He's tired, and it doesn't even matter that his tank is full. All he wants to do is curl up and recharge, since his dreams are filled with flying and other fun things. He knows that the bot that was flying with him during his nap gives him candy whenever he wanted. He got fed it while laying on the bot's lap and his wings got petted all the time.
He wants wings.
"Want wings," he mutters, and Wildstar pets his helm.
"You're a cyclebot, sweetspark. You would look awfully silly with wings on you." She pinches his headscrews, "You don't even have the proper coding for flight. You'd crash right into the ground if we modded you, and we can't afford to upgrade you to a flier model. You know that."
He gives them a deep scowl, "Hate you."
Glitterfrost gives his aft a warning pat, "Don't say things like that, sparkling. You know you don't hate us."
He glares at her, moving away, and clambering out of the tub. "Recharging."
He's grabbed before he can leave the washrack, "You just took a nap, sparkling." Wildstar walks over to the drying vents, "It isn't healthy for you to be recharging all the time. You need to go exercise."
He tries to yank away, "No!" He doesn't want to run around the stupid racetrack when they demand he do stupid things he hates because it's 'good' for him. He doesn't need to do obstacles when he should be able to just fly over them.
"Yes, sparkling." Wildstar holds him in front of the vents, letting them dry the solvents off of his squirming frame. "And if you keep fighting me, you get to go have a time out. I know you don't like time outs."
They're boring and he has to stand in the corner and he can't even recharge and dream about the nice bot. "Mean," he hisses at her, and he squirms harder.
"Sometimes we have to be mean, sweetspark. But it's not really being mean. We just want you healthy and safe. We just want you to be the best sparkling you can be," Wildstar kisses his helm.
He pushes her away, "Hate me." He doesn't care about her hurt look at that, finally getting out of her grip and taking off. He thinks about transforming, but knows he'll just hurt himself and get forced into the horrible transformation drills in addition to the obstacle course. Instead he slips under the table that his creators never check, and waits until they run past to try to catch him.
He slips back into the washrack, knowing they always check his berthroom first, and he can loop around after they do, and recharge in his pile of stuffed toys. If he covers himself right, they won't even be able to find him and he can just recharge without the horrible alarm going off to wake him up. They put it in there so he couldn't nap for too long, and now he'll do what he wants.
Oil Slick is better than their stupid rules. He knows it, all the way down in his spark.
But he probably won't be putting energon candy in his sparkchamber again. It had been really sticky and kind of gross. He'll just have to find a way to get a subspace without his creators approving it. A secret subspace of his own that no bot could take away from him. Secret ones. Ones that mean claws can't dip into.
He'll make it. Somehow.
He's gotten used to flying dreams, but that doesn't make being torn out of them by the alarm any easier.
He rubs his optics with one servo as he turns the frustrating thing off, then stands up. He has to get ready for school, and he's not really sure how much he's looking forward to it. One part of him is super excited and happy to go - since he finally gets to go - while another part of him isn't very happy - because it is school, and a part of him isn't happy about that for some reason.
He has his subspace to put his datapads and styluses in now, though. That's something he's very happy to have. His mamas tell him that the classes will help him a lot, since they're putting him with ninjabots to learn. Some part of him is horrified at that, and he's not really sure why, since ninjabots are so awesome.
He'll get to learn all sorts of cool moves, and know how to fight better than the other sparklings. He'll be the best ninjabot ever.
And then he'll grow up and have a family just like his mamas do. Except he'll have lots of sparklings instead of just one. Lots of them.
But first, he has to learn how to be a ninjabot and how to write more things than just his name, which he had been so proud to learn how to write from Mama Wildstar. He had been very good at shaping his letters and sigils and he'd been given a half piece of candy for doing it right the first time.
He still has several pieces of candy tucked carefully into his subspace. He only eats them when he's hungry, since he knows he shouldn't be spoiling his supper. He is very responsible about it. He has proven that he won't abuse that he has one, and he won't have it taken away because of that.
He finishes putting his datapads away, and walks to where his mamas are with his cube of energon. They've started mixing it half sparkling and half adult energon, and it tastes so much better. Especially when they found out he's a high energy bot that needs more energon than normal. And the reason why he'd been trying to hide the candy away for later.
They found it unusual, because cyclebots were almost never high-energy models, but an awful trip to the medic had revealed that Oil Slick had some extra fans and internal parts that normal cyclebots did not.
It meant he got better energon sooner, so Oil Slick was happy with it.
"Are you ready for your classes, sparkling?" Mama Glitterfrost asks, offering him his cube, which he sips from slowly, the way he's seen his mamas drink. "We hope you enjoy the special ninjabot school. You get classes and ninjabot lessons. The best of both worlds."
He nods, beaming at them, "Yeah!" He sips at his energon, "It will be fun!" He pushes the tiny bit of him worried about it away, his creators told him that it was fun, and he believes them. Besides the part of him that thinks that it won't be fun also thinks that he'll just have to sit quietly and only read with no fighting. Ninjabots are taught to fight, he watched a class with his mamas.
He loved how they seemed to disappear into the ceiling and other areas that didn't seem to have any hiding places at all. He can't wait to learn how to do that.
"Now you have to stay on your best behavior, sparkling," Wildstar reminds him, and Oil Slick nods. "This is a very expensive school, and if you don't behave, they have the right to send you to normal sparkling school."
Oil Slick's optics widen unhappily, "No. No, I'll be good. I want to be a ninjabot." He wants it really bad, and he'll even drink gross sparkling energon plain if he has to if it means he gets to stay there. "I'll be good."
She pats him on the head, "Good." She tugs him into her lap, being careful not to spill the energon, "You'll have to do well in allof the classes, sparkling. If you're doing badly, we'll need to take you out. None of us are ninjabots, so it is going to be hard, but we'll try our hardest to help you. Don't think you can't ask for help."
He nods, "I know, mama."
She kisses his forehead screw, "Good, sparkling. We want you to be the best, and you're smart enough to be just that."
Mama Glitterfrost attacks his face with a polishing cloth, and Oil Slick squirms unhappily as she wipes away imaginary energon and dust. "You'd better not come home all filthy and covered in organic dirt. The ninjabot school has an organic garden, and you'll do well to stay away from it if you can, sweetspark."
He wants to see the organic garden, but part of him tells him it's a bad idea, even if it sounds really fun.
"I'll stay out of the garden, mamas." He pulls away from them, "Can we go?" He wants to know what school is like, and he knows it'll be great to know what happens there aside from hiding from the senseis.
They laugh, and he's set on the ground, "Yes, sparkling. We can go. You're transforming quickly enough that you don't have to ride on one of us."
He's glad he did the stupid drills for transformation and all the obstacle courses, even if he hates them. He was told that the ones in the ninjabot school are even harder, and he doesn't want to look bad as he does them.
He wonders if there will be any fliers there, and if he can make them carry him. Flier sparklings are bigger, and they should be able to carry him without trouble.
If he's allowed to hitch rides with them.
His engine rumbles with excitement, and his mamas giggle. "I've never seen a sparkling so eager to go to class," Glitterfrost exclaims, and they all transform outside together. "You're gonna make us proud, right sparkling?"
He spins his wheels excitedly, "Yeah!" He'll make them the proudest. He knows he can do this, and it'll be fun.
His mamas both nuzzle him, and encourage him on his way with them.
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