Chapter 2: What Happens at Night
Author's Note:
I can't believe people are still following and adding this story to their favorites! Thank you all so much! Each time I receive an alert, I think to myself "That's it, I need to write up a new chapter and finally continue this thing!"… before I get pulled away again by something else, oi vey.
I really, really hope I can get back my writing muse, and the fact that people so patiently wait for this fic to be updated after goodness knows how long is really pushing me to start all over for my other old fics. I also noticed that there is an option now where you can actually add a 'book cover' for your stories, maybe I can draw something up sometime! I have to admit though, it's crazy for me to start again during this period of time (I just started studying in the UK after all and there's just so much going on).
So back to the story! And reviews are appreciated as always! (Pretty please?)
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With a sigh, he set his bag down beside his bed and started off to the kitchen, searching about for a floor rag and a dish cloth, noting that most of them have not yet been washed as he spotted the bucket that was filled with filthy, soaked rags in the backyard where the laundry area was.
Thankfully though, there were still a couple of clean ones, and so taking them, he headed back to his bedroom to clean up his sister's… own cleaning.
Speaking of her, it seemed that Terrie had gone out with their mother, most probably to buy some groceries for dinner that night, or to simply have tea somewhere.
Dropping the rag first at his feet, he idly started drying that small puddle she had left behind (Snorting to himself as he thought about how soaked she must have gotten while wiping his toys to even leave behind one), looking over his toys next before picking up one of them.
Well, at least she had done half of the work for him, she would do the washing and he would do the drying, and besides, it was just water, how could he be mad at her? This was nothing compared to the time she painted their parents' bed frame, thinking that it would have been a pleasant surprise for them… especially when their dad woke up…
… Yeah, not exactly a nice memory there.
Poor Terrie, her heart's in the right place, but seeing that she's still so young, most of her kind acts had gotten her into heaps of trouble, silly ol' Terrie.
Though it was nearly 6 by the time he had gotten back, Marcus was thankful that it was a Friday night, he wasn't even sleepy really, and so could take a little bit more time than usual doing this, before relaxing for the rest of the night.
Smiling just a little then, he was thankful his Optimus Prime figurine (The first one he had ever gotten) was not as soaked as the rest, and so quickly drying it off (As well as the spot it was normally placed in), the young man placed it down onto the floor beside him, continuing to work on the rest after that, wondering to himself about whether the little metal hinges will rust eventually if his sister kept this up…
Must be tired…
He suddenly thought when he was drying his twelfth toy; did they all… seem heavier than usual? It had been ages since he picked up any of them from their display really, hence why they were even gathering dust in the first place… nothing really made sense aside from the fact that he was just a little tired from school that day…
The boy was suddenly startled out of his thoughts then, a couple of his toys to the far left had suddenly fallen over, the loud noise had nearly made him drop Ironhide whilst he was still in the midst of wiping his chassis.
Breathing deeply to calm himself down from that sudden loud noise, he raised his brow… a couple of the Decepticon figures had fallen over, with the exception of the new Megatron model he had gotten only a few days back. His Starscream toy however was the only one that had fallen completely off the shelf.
"Crap."
Going over to it, he quickly picked it up and looked it over, sighing quietly in relief then when it appeared that it was not damaged in any way… For some reason though, his toy actually looked… disgruntled? Was that even possible? He looked around for a while, before looking back to it… he should probably have been a tiny bit creeped out by then, because he remembered this particular Starscream model having an evidently smug expression on its face when he first bought it.
These new models that came out recently were great, they were highly detailed, had a 'quality weight' to them, and had fair more expressive features as compared to his older ones (Of course that didn't mean that he loved them any less because of that), but sometimes…
Even Terrie is going to think I'm crazy…
Or maybe not, especially with the way she babies some of them when she thinks he's not looking.
He had quickly cleaned up the toy and placed it aside, deciding to just take down the others that had fallen over too and start on them next, sparing a brief glance to the Megatron toy as he did, and relieved to see that its expression didn't seem any different…
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By 2am, Marcus had finally knocked out for the night, after a really long, enjoyable session of playing video games (With Terrie happily watching him play as always until she herself was no longer able to keep her own eyes open), all seemed peaceful in the Vegs household…
"Count yourself lucky that you have survived up until now."
At the sound of that gravelly voice, specks of blue and red lights suddenly began appearing all over Marcus' shelf display, followed by rather noisy shuffling, which would have easily woken up any light sleeper, which the young man was obviously not.
"Yah Decepticreeps are goin' down ta'nite!"
Under the pale moonlight, little figures could be seen, rather quickly separating into two groups that stayed on opposite sides of the shelf. Optics were glaring fiercely, more shuffling and clacking sounds heard as a couple more figures from the shelves below were getting into similar positions.
Wistful snores were heard from the boy that was sleeping all the way at the other end of the bedroom, a couple of them found themselves stealing a glance at the figure curled up under the blankets.
"Pft, humans…" red optics were seen rolling just then, they will most definitely deal with this boy and his worthless family in due time.
"You will stay away from them!" snapped a considerably younger sounding voice then, almost as if he had read the other's mind, "When Optimus returns, we-"
"Return?" the gravelly voice cut the young one off right then, a low chuckle heard then that caused the group of figures with blue optics to tense, "Very, very poor choice of words there, Autobot. Especially since you and I are all well aware of how we even got here in the first place."
Taking a few steps forward, the tall figure went over to one of the stationary ones.
"Do not bother waiting, he is not coming." The smirk that had formed on his shadowed features could be heard even in his voice, "And even if he does…"
He took a hold of that lifeless toy then and flung it off the shelf, a deafening crash heard throughout the room right then as it landed down the ground below…
"None of you will be here to celebrate his return."
The bedside light was turned on just then by Marcus, and almost like a dream, they were all back in their exact same positions right before he had turned in.
Save for the Optimus Prime toy that was lying on the ground, one of its arms had broken off from the harsh impact…
"No…"
He was still rubbing the grit out of his eyes as he got out of bed and stumbled over to the first Transformers toy he had ever gotten, picking it up along with its arm as he wondered how it could have happened, he had put him at the back of the shelf, how could this…?
Dimmed blue optics gazed quietly at the boy as he tried figuring out what had happened while also trying to fix the old thing's arm back on… One of them sighed inwardly when he had decided to take it back with him to his bedside after that…
He will come, I know he will.
