Decepticons For Dinner
Chapter One
The Invitation/Invasion
[Warning: lots of OOC-ness and silliness, but that is what brings the humor and the laughs… now please enjoy this crack fic. I'd like to thank my friend for the ideas and most of the dialogue.
Here we go! Allons-y…!]
"You wanted to see me, milord?"
Knock Out entered the main control deck, calm and mundane as usual. Always dashing to do Megatron's every whim, be it little or of a grander scale. Destroy this, destroy that, all in a good day's work...
"Yes..." began the overlord in his typical menacing tone. "I understand you've been batting for the other team."
The room turned deathly silent, the faintest of scratches could be heard as loud as any scream. What was the mighty leader on about now…?
Could it be…? No, Megatron couldn't have found out.
"Pardon me, milord?"
"I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU AND A CERTAIN FEMALE AUTOBOT! BLUE? MOTORCYCLE? RINGING ANY BELLS?"
The conversation was getting out of hand each minute that passed. Megatron usually had unrealistic schemes and had weird plans on his agenda, but he really, really, really lost his mind just now.
Something was… suspicious. Fishy. It was as if someone…
"Okay, when and who?"
He was going to get to the bottom of who was the tattletale. Who on Cybertron/Earth would rat him out like that…? A list of suspects was being considered in his mind.
"In that order; five minutes, Starscream."
Wait a…
"You're going to believe him of all people?"
"Yes, is there a problem with that?"
"How do you know it's not a trick? A simple prank made by the Vehicons?"
There was a long moment of silence, but it was less awkward than the first moment of soundlessness.
"Hmm… Out of all your tomfoolery, you really are truthful this time, Knock Out. If that's the case, you'd have no problem bringing her as a guest, correct?"
"Um… n-no, my lord!"
"Invite her to dinner, then."
… What the…
That's it! The Lord of the Decepticons officially had lost his mind. What was in his energon this morning?
"Sir, are your circuits mixed up again? I told you to be careful around Soundwave and the recorders, especially Ravage. I don't buy that cat's act for a second…"
"Are you questioning me, Knock Out? If she is going to be my daughter-in-law in the near future, I want to know her before things between you both get serious!"
"… Milord, I'm not your son."
"Close enough, you're better than Starscream! Now, go on and make the call. I want to see if this girl is the one for you. Make haste, make haste!"
Knock Out sighed and walked out of the grand control room. Too much craziness was in that room, it could have lasted for a whole day! He needed a long drive to calm his circuits…
When Megatron said 'in-law', Knock Out didn't know if that would make the overlord a father-in-law... or more of a mother-in-law.
Megatron usually didn't approve of the femme's he brought on board the Nemesis, but he did seem… a tad enthusiastic to meet the femme he was currently with, regardless of the overlord's moodiness. Other than that, he would have a chance to see Arcee again, but this time he would have to prep her on how to stay on Megatron's good side. Other than that, whatever happened during the dinner, he hoped that he and Arcee would still be together. He really wanted to keep her for a long time… He wanted his time with Arcee to last. From what Arcee said to him, she wanted to make this last as well. He loved her so much…
With that thought, a smile drew on his face and he walked half dreamily to his dorm cabin.
Meanwhile in the shadows, a tall, slender figure rubbed his hands together in approval. A satisfied snicker was let out. Oh, yes… The board was set. The pieces are moving…
Things were going according to plan.