Ch 1: Prowl

March 31st, 2300 hours

Prowl walked into his quarters and promptly face-planted. He liked doing reports, but not prying bots off each other in hand brawls across the ARK. The twins and a couple of the minibots were at it ALL DAY LONG. He barely got any work done was actual paper work…only 70 out of 80 reports! That was horrible!

He crawled over to his recharge berth, and went into recharge. Of course, he didn't notice a pair of violet optics staring at him through the darkness of the room. He didn't notice the snickering, nor the "Part one is good…"

He also didn't notice footsteps of a bot trying to quietly walk out of his room…

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March 31st, 2400 hours

Ratchet put down his tools and grabbed his energon cube from the counter. A good day's work, nothing to major (well, except for having to fix Cliffjumper and Sunstreaker. Again.) and everything was still in his medbay. This seems a bit tame for Sideswipe…, he thought, but shrugged it off.

The ambulance walked out of the medbay, turning off the lights just as a pair of black and red peds fell softly onto the floor, grabbed all of the doc's wrenches, and left.

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April 1st, 0600 hours

As soon as he onlined, Prowl knew something was wrong. He got up, but something was stuck in his elbow joint. He stood, and felt something locking in his knee. Internal scans found nothing wrong, so why…?

And then, he heard a loud below from the direction of the medbay. "WHERE THE FRAG DID ALL OF MY WRENCHES GO?" Of course, Ratchet.

Now, Prowl knew something was up. He looked in the mirror…and sighed. From helm to peds, he was covered in wrenches, all engraved with a "Ratchet" on the side. "Sideswipe…"

He tried to pull one off, but it wouldn't budge. That's odd, he thought, isn't it only super glue? He tried again, but with the same results. Then he felt something hit his back. He reached his hand back, and found he was hit by a datapad, that was now stuck to one of his doorwings. Then, he was hit by another. And then another, another, SO…MANY…DATAPADS…. One even hit him in the face. And this one, he could read.

April Fools, Prowl!

From- Sideswipe

P.S. Get ready…

A/N: BTW, if you didn't notice, Prowl is getting whacked by some of the hundreds of datapads he haas in his room because he is magnetized. That is also why he can't get any off...IDK if this is funny, but it would be interesting to see!