It was close to midnight; a waning moon outside, stars visible through thin cloud cover. In every house on the block, lights were off, families asleep- or at least we can assume seeing as everyone on the block is old people or parents with very young kids- except for one household, where the light still shines in one room.
In this one room, so late at night, is a young woman. We'll call her Ivory.
Here she is typing away, frowning in concentration, mumbling to herself softly so as not to wake anyone. And on her desk, and around her room sat, stood, walked, talked, recharged and any other activity they could get up to, were Transformers toys. The Autobots and Decepticons that she knew of from her favorite movies, cartoons and comics, Transformers. Bots of both factions, just hanging out around her room, comfortable and passive, simply enjoying the time they had online.
On her desk sat Prowl, Jazz, Soundwave, and Ratbat, hanging from the cassette players shoulder. They chatted amongst herself as she typed away, rectifying a mistake that apparently she had made, though she didn't care to take the blame, believing that in this case, she was in the right.
"So damn picky." She muttered again, out loud. Those nearest her looked up to see who she was speaking to. Realizing she was speaking to her computer, Jazz climbed up her shoulder to see what it was that was so picky.
"I'm a Transfan because…" He read aloud. "You have said to someone, 'You
have failed me…' Like Megatron." Megatron glanced over but with a scowl, decided not to bother.
"Yeah. It's a list of things that I do and I know others do that show they are fans of Transformers, you guys." Ivy explained, "You could only do one or two of these or all of them. But these are the ones that are also not…completely insane. I don't think anyone likes the crazy ones." She trailed off, babbling distractedly as she was known to do when writing.
"See this was originally posted up without all these little side stories, or this first chapter, just something funny for people to read and relate to. But the site it was on got picky, and said it couldn't stay up cuz it was a list and not a story. So I'm going back and adding things because of their pickiness." Jazz followed along vaguely, entertained by what she had written.
"Ya goin' tah war wit' em pretty lil ladeh?" Amusement was evident in his vocalizer, getting her attention.
"I wouldn't say war..." She grumbled.
"Just you being stubborn and illogical." Prowl spoke up.
"Solution: Sound. Probability: Success: High." Soundwave input as well. Ivy grinned at all three.
A few minutes later, spent in relative silence, it was done. "There. Now to post this and repost my story." She had to move Jazz from her shoulder and the other three from right in front of her, so as not to smack them if she got frustrated…which yes has happened.
"Whoot! Score one for the Ivory! Now onto my next one!"
AUTHORS NOTES:
This is written in response to my story being taken down the first time. Well it's back! And edited to satisfaction of the admins and myself! I'm not saying I'm at war with them. I'm just saying I may or may not have declared myself victor!