Summary: Megatron hates Christmas. He hates everything that has to do with it, and he takes this hate out on the Decepticons. However, on Christmas Eve, he is visited by three Transformers whose goal is to change his mind about Christmas... A spin-off of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.
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"OOOOONNNNNNNNN... the first day of Christmas my true love sent to me: a partridge in a pear tree! On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to me: two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree! On the third day of Christmas my true love sent to me: three French hens, two turtle doves and a..."
"STTTTAAARRRRSCCRRREEAAAMMMMM !"
The second-in-command of the Decepticons froze, the bell on his hat jingling. Megatron was not happy, not happy at all. Starscream turned around, and saw Megatron's looming figure in the doorway.
"Cut out that infernal singing! It's giving me a helm ache," Megatron grumbled, switching on the light, "What in the Pit?!"
He saw Starscream's Santa hat with the bell on the end, and the box labeled "Christmas Decorations" in the Seeker's talons. Starscream looked down at the box, then up at Megatron. The Decepticon Lord had his arms crossed, and was tapping his foot, "Just...what are you planning on doing with those?"
"Oh? These?" Starscream asked, holding up the box, "I was, uh, me and uh, Knock Out were uh, going to decorate the ship for...Christ...mas..." he trailed off as Megatron walked closer to him, towering over the silver Seeker.
"You were going to decorate the ship? Without me knowing?" Megatron asked, and Starscream nodded.
In the blink of an optic, Megatron smacked the box out of Starscream's talons, the balls smashing on the ground, each colourful piece scattering. The string of lights broke as well, Megatron stepping on the bulbs. He snatched Starscream's hat off his helm, and threw it on the ground. He stepped on the bell, crushing it and ripping the fabric. Starscream looked down at the hat.
"Ironhide gave me that for Secret Santa," he mumbled, and met Megatron's blazing red optics.
"There will be no Christmas celebrations while I'm around, understood?" he snapped, and Starscream nodded, "I hate Christmas," Megatron muttered, and continued his way down the hall.
"I love Christmas!" Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, exclaimed, "The twinkling lights, the yule tide cheer, the carols being sung by a choir! Oh and the smell of chestnuts and eggnog!" Sam glanced at Lennox, who was laughing.
"I never took Optimus for a Christmas kinda guy," Lennox said, as he pulled the lights out from their box labelled "Christmas Decorations" and there was no Megatron around to smash the Autobots' Christmas spirit.
"Yo boss. Why don't yo brudder like Christmas?"
Optimus winced, and turned around. The terrible twins, Skids and Mudflap, were standing in the doorway of the lounge with elf hats on, each holding a cube of energon flavoured eggnog. Optimus sighed, and finished hanging the wreath.
"That steams from the teen years," he said, sitting down on the couch. Skids and Mudflap sat on the ground in front of him, their optics wide, "Megatron used to love Christmas, just as I do, but...when he was the equivalent of a sixteen year old boy, he had a crush on one of the cutest femme bots in his class. Now, the teacher bot that year decided to have a gift exchange, and you could pick ANYONE in the class, and of course, Megatron picked her. He was up all night making a gift that he thought she would love."
"Now, the next day was the gift exchange. He came into class early, placed his gift on her spot, then sat and waited. The rest of the class came, placed the gifts on their chosen ones desk. Megatron did not get any gifts."
"Not even a card?" Skids asked.
"Not even an IOU?" Mudflap asked.
"Nothing, and she didn't like his gift. Not one bit. Well...I guess if someone gives you a gift that says "One day, we shall rule Cybertron together and crush the pathetic bots you call friends" you won't really like it. Anyways, everyone made fun of him, calling him names and throwing things at him. He came home, tore down all the decorations and burned them, while shouting that he hated Christmas, packed a bag and ran away. Of course, it's not really running away if he went to the fort, which is where he always goes when he's mad. But, that's why Megatron hates Christmas, and another reason why we organize the gift exchange and tell Soundwave, not the others."
"Wow," Skids and Mudflap said at the same time. There was a knock on the door.
"That must be the carollers!" Optimus jumped up, and skipped to the door, Sam and Lennox behind him. Skids and Mudflap looked at each other.
"Man, poor Megatron, being made fun of," Skids said, shaking his helm.
"And I can't believe he don't like Christmas," Mudflap added, also shaking his helm. Skids stared at the floor, then looked up.
"Hey...hey Mudflap, you 'member dat movie we watched last weekend? Da one 'bout Scrooge?" Mudflap nodded, "Well, Megatron's kinda a Scrooge, so...maybe we shud..."
"We shud get more eggnog?"
"No Mudflap. Get three bots, and we makes Megatron get his Christmas spirit back!" Mudflap looked at his twin.
"You feelin' alright?"
"Come on! We gotta find three bots to be da past, da present and da future!"
I thought "Hey...Christmas is next week, why not make a Christmas story? Hope you guys enjoy this bit of humour!
