I give all of my credit for this story to Hasbro, and Daishi Michiko! Why? Pfft. Hasbro owns Transformers, and Daishi Michiko wrote the original story, Dell's Bedtime Story for Teh Childrenz.
As for my other story, Cold Sparks and Punishment, I will update it ASAP! My mind has just been plagued by plot bunnies!
Clearly annoyed, a silver warlord picked a random datapad off of a shelf. He sat down rolling his bloodred optics. "Just this once! Got it?" he barked. Everyone around him nodded.
"Okay then, my moronic lowlys. A long, long, long, LONG FRAGGING TIME AGO in a galaxy far away there was a little kid named Orion. Everyone called him Kaleidoscope. And he did, like, a bunch of scrap every day. He ate energon sweets, played air hockey, and donated his ever replenishable vital organs.
"And so one day Orion was peeling energon turnips and saw some bagpipe cloth thingy on the floor or whatever. He's thinking: 'What the Chinese toaster waffle is this?' And so he debates whether or not to pick it up for exactly twelve minutes straight before anticlimactically picking it up and-" the Decepticon leader was cut off by an amazingle moronic seeker named Starscream.
"OH MY PRIMUS, ORION! WHY WOULD YOU PICK IT UP IF YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT IS? WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB? SHAME ON YOU, YOUR FAMILY, AND YOUR DECEASED GOLDFISH NAME SUNSTREAKER BOB ALEXANDER PRIME III!" Starscream, well screamed. Orion on the other servo, looked hurt. Megatron glared at them with extreme intensity for several long, long moments.
"Imbeciles! Anyway, it turned out to be a magic trombone. No, wait… It was a magic piccolo. Piccolos are way better. So, he picked it up and was instantly transported to MOSCOW! 1! ONE! So Orion said: 'ADSKCICLETROMOJ' or maybe it was 'ADSKVICLEETROMOJ'. I dunno. So he went to Kaon… was it Iacon? Once again, I dunno. Well, wherever the pit he went, he set out and found a street vender and bought a bag of popenergon. It wasn't you know, popped, so Orion went ahead and cooked it over a hobo fire. Then, as he ate it, the hobo bunnies came from the sky and danced a song of mourning. It was then that he realized that the popenergon was poisoned. I don't know how, so don't ask. Just don't do it. So he died, and was eaten by scraple- I mean the world lived happily ever after and like-! The end." Megatron said. He threw the datapad over his shoulder and it hit some poor vehicon named Steve on the head. "Happy?" he warlord growled.
The other Decepticons sat there, shuddering. For the next week, Orion had nightmares, and everyone refused to eat popenergon or talk to hobo bunnies.
And…. Voila! Yes, it was meant to be short, and yes it's a oneshot, and YES I want you to review without flames!