I think I like one word prompts. Anyway a little more insight on who Sideswipe is, but not really. So here's the second prompt.

Previous: Angsty

Current: Bored

Disclaimer: Not mine, but I will dream

Enjoy~


No Idea


"SIDESWIPE!"

The enraged howl proceeded a cackling red mech down the hall, said mech running for his life from an enraged medic. Covered in a multitude of spray paint. Sunstreaker's lips twitched as he watched his brother's mad dash for the entrance and freedom. Both he and Ratchet knew Sideswipe would make it.

They also both knew he had to come back at some point.

::Have fun being a dent free mech while you can.:: Sunstreaker snickered through their bond.

He received a wave of wicked delight in return before Sideswipe focused on escape. Sunstreaker leaned back in his seat, feet propped on the couch as he watched his art program. Everyone in the rec room was murmuring about Sideswipe's latest prank and wondering exactly what happened. An angry, cursing Ratchet stomped by, muttering under his breath. His rainbow hued paint job made Suntreaker's lips twitch wider.

Sideswipe was in for a hell of a medbay visit when he returned.

All around him the others speculated on just WHAT Sideswipe had done this time, when he had had the time to set it up, how he had done it without Red Alert catching on and why. Common consensus on the why was because Sideswipe was bored.

Sunstreaker had to snort at that.

Nobody paid him much mind anyway. He liked it like that.

These mechs had no idea what Sideswipe was capable of. The things he did now were child's play. Much like what Jazz did. Something to liven things up just enough to keep oneself from slipping into the abyss of boredom that was the lull in between battle when one was banned from most things on base.

Prowl was doing nobody any favors keeping Sideswipe locked from his vid games as a punishment.

Regardless, the mechs on board should consider themselves lucky. They hadn't known Sideswipe back on Cybertron before the war. Back then, boredom was merely a label, rather than a description.

Because woe be to the mech who came across Sideswipe when he was truly bored. And then he heard someone at large ask,

"What do you think he'll do next?"

Sunstreaker turned his helm slowly, looking up at the questioner. Smokescreen looked like he was opening a betting pool and he felt Sideswipe's amusement across the bond. Sunstreaker returned it, meeting Smokescreen's gaze evenly.

"How 'bout it, Sunstreaker? You want in?"

Several moans of 'That's not fair' and 'He'll know before any of us' erupted before Sunstreaker rolled his helm back lazily as if thinking. Then a chilling smile stretched across his face. Several mechs in the room shuddered in dread.

"Sure. I'll take a bet." He said smugly, willing to accept whatever rules to get one in. Sideswipe's dark interest pulsed at him and his smile widened.

Oh yeah. These mechs had no idea what bored was.


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