Author's Note: I decided to do this as a writing exercise, as I'm currently suffering from writer's block. The thing about fanfics that bother me are Self-insertion fics. They bother me because they usually result in Mary Sues. You know, characters that everyone loves and is the most epic hero ever and usually pull deus ex machina out of their asses. These can be found in every kind of fanfic, and Transformers are no exception. So I thought for my experiment, I would do the opposite: So here we go
Everybody Hates Me: Chapter One
Doubledown was a rather small Decepticon who was once a member of the Stunticons,and he was apt for that place on the team as his alt-form was a royal purple Cybertronian muscle car. The only problem was that he was quickly kicked out of the Stunticon team, as he had one little problem. Pretty much every single Decepticon on Cybertron disliked him.
This wasn't for no reason, of course; Doubledown with his incompetence, his clumsiness, and his lack of motivation had, one way or another, caused trouble for almost all the Decepticons. His first task that he had been given to him when he joined the Decepticon cause was to work in Shockwave's lab, as his assistant. But, due to an accident when cleaning the lab, he had unwittingly released a genetically mutated Insecticon that Shockwave had been working on. The resulting loss of energon, and the...personal damage to Shockwave's body had resulted in his swift dismissal. His next job had been working in the munitions factory, under the supervision of the Combaticon Swindle. Again, poor luck was on his side, and he accidentally dropped a live round on the ground... The resulting explosion had him in repairs for six Megacycles, the destruction of 1/3rd of the weapons factory, and the loss of another job.
You could duplicate this scenario with multiple other jobs and numerous different, but similar circumstances, and that would sum up Doubledown's life for you. It was amazing that Megatron hadn't scrapped him. Some theorized that the only reason Megatron had not done so was because Doubledown had been one of his earliest supporters.
Despite being an early Decepticon, he didn't exactly paint the perfect picture of a Decepticon. He wasn't very passionate about the cause, nor was he very social. He liked to spend most of his time alone, either reading data discs, or playing video games for his Primacron 64. That being said, he wasn't completely useless... Well, he wasn't the bravest or most skilled Decepticon warriors, but he wasn't a coward either.
Today he was going to be starting a new job today, tending to the animal Mini-cons. He was not feeling confident about this job, in fact, he was really worried about this. He had good reason for this, because the Mini-cons were probably the only Decepticons that he hadn't gotten on the bad side of ...except for that one incident with Frenzy and Rumble. Long story short, don't ask them which one is which.
That morning,he left the barracks where he lived with several other Decepticon troops and made his way to the pen where the animal Mini-cons lived. As he drove toward the pen, he mentally ran through his duties. He was to feed them energon, replenish their weapon's ammunition, and keep their exterior hulls clean and shiny. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it was a new chance...maybe his last one.
Continuing in Chapter 2: My new job, and a new friend
