Goodness gracious, great balls of fire Bat-man, how long have I been gone? Wow, weeks huh? Hey my faithful audience, I know I've been gone for like ever, but I'm making my next chapter in the tale of the Huminated TFormers (that's TeeFormers for those who don't speak my lingo). Now this one's gonna be kinda tough as I can't think of a good reason for the Constructicons to maintain their oil addiction without changing it to alcohol or something. And since I felt like that would feel too weird I kept the oil. So now we've got humans drinking oil. Yeah. Please just roll with it. AP Bio has pretty much crashed my brain (but I'm getting better. Yay!). But enough about me and my problems, you came here to read so let's get to it.
PS: I'm well aware that I only have a very small following of like eight or ten people and therefore not really entitled to say "faithful audience". I just like to dream.
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There wasn't a cloud in the sky. This was unfortunate for any poor sap that had to be outside on this hot summer day. And in this case, the Autobots were those saps. Prowl used the crane to pick up a large pile of steel beams while Ratchet guided him from atop the elevated roadway (which Blitzwing had destroyed). Bumblebee used his stingers to weld some pieces of the road back on. He stopped.
"Okay, I'm officially bored," Bumblebee removed his welder's mask. "Hey boss-man! How bout a soda break?" he shouted at Optimus.
"You just had one five minutes ago," Optimus sighed.
"But I'm thirsty!"
"Look Bumblebee, the city needs to be rebuilt. Besides, it's partially our fault," Optimus reminded.
"Yeah, I guess," Bumblebee sighed. He looked down and saw Lugnut and Blitzwing sneaking across the construction yard carrying several crates of construction equipment. "But it's mostly their fault." Bumblebee jumped down.
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"Ungh, these supplies are severely hampering our ability to fly," Blitzwing commented as he ran behind Lugnut. "Perhaps we have taken quite too much?"
"What's your hurry?" Bumblebee leapt down in front of them and charged his stingers, "Got something that doesn't belong to you?" Bumblebee fired several bolts, but Lugnut's armor was too tough and merely bounced off.
"Kid!" Ratchet called, "Vamoose! NOW!" Ratchet used his magnetizer to wrap a nearby streetlamp around Lugnut's legs causing him to trip, fall, and crack the roadway's support as Bumblebee leapt out of the way. The shock of the fall then knocked down Blitzwing. Blitzwing burst from the pile of broken crates.
"I will destroy those little pieces of—!" Blitzwing's head twitched as if he was experiencing a seizure, he picked up a metallic slab, "A metal sheet! Shiiinyy," he sighed in a hypnotic state.
"No time for that Blitzwing!" Lugnut reminded, "We're on a mission! Remember?" Lugnut used his cybernetically enhanced strength to rip off the lamp. Lugnut grabbed as many crates and as much equipment as he could then flew away followed by Blitzwing.
"They're getting away!" Ratchet pointed.
"We've got bigger problems," Prowl stared up at the crack Lugnut's fall had created travel up the roadway's support beam. The crack crept menacingly up until it surrounded the feet of two construction workers standing on top of the roadway.
"I got it!" Bulkhead shouted. He grabbed the support beam and used all his strength and weight to hold it in place with the help of Optimus. They held it until they were sure the danger had subsided.
"No need to worry," Optimus told the two, "We'll fix this."
"Again," Bumblebee sighed.
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Later that night, the Autobots had almost finished repairing the roadway.
"I still don't understand why they would wanna steal all that equipment. Decepticons don't build stuff. They break it," Bumblebee stated.
"Hopefully, they won't break this overpass again," Optimus said. He set down his tools. "Let's call it a night Autobots." The rest nodded and made their way for the Auto-Rover except for Bulkhead who was still mixing cement. "Bulkhead, you coming?"
Bulkhead looked down at the solidified cement around his feet. "Ah, I'll catch up," he smiled. Optimus shrugged and walked to the rover. After the rover had driven out of sight, Bulkhead started tugging his legs. He struggled to break free of the concrete, but in the end all he'd managed to do was remove a shoe which stayed glued to the floor. In his attempt to break his other foot free, he accidentally knocked over his canister of cement mix. "Aw nuts!" he groaned.
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Meanwhile, across town, a blue light engulfed an excavator and a cement truck as an AllSpark fragment melted into their metal. Their metal bodies began to melt into pink globs. Then the globs began to take form. They grew bones then muscles, flesh, (clothes (for the T rating)), and organs until the blobs that were formerly construction vehicles had changed into two men sleeping on the ground. The taller man, sporting a yellow sleeveless jacket, hardhat, black t-shirt, and sideburns, rolled over onto the other who stirred.
"Wuh? Hey. Hey! HEY! Get offa me!" the other man, shorter by only a head and wearing a similar hardhat, brown polo shirt, heavy five o' clock shadow, and suspenders, shoved the taller man off, "Whassamatta witcha?"
"Hey!" the tall man retorted, "What's dah matta with you?! Cement-breath."
"Hey! My name's not 'Cement-breath'. It's uh…uhh…" the shorter man thought. Who was he anyway?
"You got li'l tattoo says 'Mixmaster'."
"Nah, too long. Just call me 'Mix'. Yeah. Mix."
"A'right. Got it. Mix. And you can call me," the tall man looked around until he found a large sign sitting over a pile of discarded assorted items. He read it, "Scrap."
"Aight now that's too short. How's about Scrappeh?" Mix suggested.
"I like it," Scrapper smiled. The two then cheered about their first accomplishments and did a dance of high-fives and elbow butts. "Wait, we couldn't do this before."
"Whaddya mean? Talk? Think? Move for ourselves? Nuh uh, I don't think so."
"Think maybe this is happening for…a reason?"
"Uh, yeah." Before the two could continue their discussion of existence, a red convertible drove by. "Whoa! Check out the chassis on dat one eh?"
"And dos tight li'l tailpipes," Scrapper gawked, "Yo babay! Ova 'ere!" The convertible then sped away.
"Haha! I love it when dey play hard ta get!" Mix cheered. He and Scrapper then ran after the car.
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Bulkhead stared at the hole in the ground he'd created while freeing his shoes. He looked back at the canister of cement mix then at the instruction sheet. He put on some reading glasses then read, "Mix one part dry cement, one part water, and one part fixative. So what's a part? oh, must be like a standard Cybertronian cubic unit. Now, four hundred and fifty-four standard units make one kilounit. So let's see, uh…carry the three…" During his mental math session, Bulkhead picked up a canister of what he thought was fixative and poured it into the mixture. "Oh wait, do I multiply or divide?" He shrugged and started mixing. The mix began to bubble. "Is it supposed to do that?" The bubbles then began to come up more violently. "Guess it wasn't a standard unit!" The mixture exploded, throwing Bulkhead back a few feet and knocking him unconscious. And also rattling a set of iron girders hanging overhead causing one to dangle right over Bulkhead…
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AN: Well it's late tonight. I'll try to update tomorrow, but there is little to no guarantee with my homework and Attention Deficit Author Disorder (a name for fellas like me who will work on a project and leave all of sudden because of—ooh, pretty! Must catc—
Anyway, I'll get back to work in the morning I guess. So long!
