Night of the Pranksters

I've kinda been on a Repo kick lately (in case it wasn't obvious). This is just a fun little 'what-if' that I wrote up while my internet was down. Note to Bumblebee: Don't make a grouchy medic and a street-smart femme watch a movie when they don't want to.

I own Riella, the 'bots belong to Hasbro, and the quotes are from Repo! The Genetic Opera. If you're curious, the other movie is "Nightmare on Elm Street", and no, I've never seen it, but my brother made me watch clips on YouTube.

As yet another screaming human was brutally decapitated on the TV screen, Bumblebee squeaked and dived behind Bulkhead. "EWWW!"

"Oh please." Riella examined the tip of one of her fingers, which had been scraped in a minor car accident that morning. "Nothing bleeds that much. It's just special effects."

"I don't care! Ick!" Bumblebee poked his head out and made a face. "Can you imagine…oooh!" He hid his face again.

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Bumblebee, this kind of thing doesn't really happen. That's why they call it a horror movie."

Prowl winced at the painful screech coming from the screen. "Whose dumb idea was this anyway?"

"Bumblebee's." Riella yawned. "Of course. Relax, would you?" A second later the image practically exploded in red.

"GAAH!"

The blue femme studied Prowl's hands gripping her arm with interest. "Something the matter?"

"Uh…no." Prowl let go, blushing and turning back to the screen. "I thought…you might be scared."

"Well, I'm not." Riella settled herself more comfortably on the couch and reached for her energon cube. "Although this is so pointless that I don't know why I'm still sitting here."

Optimus looked at her in wide-opticed horror. "How can you do that at a time like this?"

Riella shrugged. "I'm hungry." She took a sip from the cube. "What, were you hoping I'd share?"

"No!" Optimus glared back at the screen just in time to see further splatters of blood. "Oh, Primus…!"

Ratchet arched an optic ridge at Riella. "So much for "it'll be fun, you'll love it" and so on. I don't think they're loving it."

"Really, I hadn't noticed." The femme glared at Prowl until he removed his hand from her wrist again. "I wonder why?"

Bulkhead glanced at her, dentas gritted. "Those are humans! Being ripped apart!"

"It's a movie." Ratchet showed just the slightest trace of a smirk. "Sure, they're getting splattered all over the place, and there are body parts and blood on everything in there, but just remember, it's not real. At least not most of it."

Bulkhead made an odd sound and clamped a servo across his mouth. Riella shook her head, smothering a giggle. "Ratchet, that was mean."

"It's not like I wanted to watch it," the medic grumbled. "He had it coming for agreeing with Bumblebee that this was a good idea."

"No argument here." Riella took another sip of her energon and glanced at Bumblebee, who was practically buried in couch cushions. "Want to switch movies?"

"Uh, sure!" Bumblebee, optics flickering nervously, grabbed the DVD and carefully switched it with the other. "This one's got songs! It's gotta be better."

Two hours later, Riella was tossing her empty energon cube into the trash compactor, humming under her breath. "Reeeepo Man, Reeepo Man…"

"STOP it!" Bumblebee practically shrieked, turning on yet another light. "DON'T sing that! Brrr!"

"But it's catchy," Riella fake-pouted. "Fine. I'll sing something else. 'Not the debt doctor, with the hungry scalpel, here's my prognosis, will they live?'"

"RIELLA!" The shout came from every 'bot – except Ratchet, who shared a brief evil smirk with the femme. Finally, it was payback time for having to watch those movies.

Tonight was going to be fun.