TF Crack-Fic
The Blaring
It had started out as a whisper.
It just barely touched his human ears, a tiny little squeal in the back of his mind. He thought it to probably be a dying crow on the roof of the house or maybe tires of a car screeching on the street in an attempt to avoid an accident. He smiled at the thoughts unconsciously. Yes, those seemed like good reasons and he was happy with those reasons.
But they soon vanished as the squealing became louder, more intense, and downright annoying.
Grumbling, Megatron attempted to muffle the noise by pulling the soft pillow he was lying on over his head, curling it around his ears, but that only made the squealing echo in his head. Not much better. Worse, actually.
The ex-decepticon growled and opened his eyes to the bright light filtering through the windows and cursed in three random foreign languages of the humans as his eyes burned with the sudden blare. He then cursed many times in his native Cybertron tongue before reaching behind him without looking, grabbing the blaring object, and hurling it across the room.
The sound whooshed through the air, echoing before the object smashed against the wall. The room fell silent and Megs groaned in relief, relaxing back into his pillow, just feeling himself slip off into a dream of wreaking havoc and—
BEEEEEEEPPPPPP!!
The sudden sound came back again and Megs opened his eyes, sitting straight up, as he stared at the tiny little alarm clock on the floor, still squealing out and beeping in between what one would probably consider pauses.
"Vile annoying human contraption, I command you to shut the hell up!"
Silence.
Megatron huffed a sigh before settling back down on the bed, facing away from the windows. He let out another sigh, a softer one this time, and put his face into his pillow, burying his eyes to shield himself from the infernal light. Yes, he now saw himself standing as high ruler, holding up a what looked like a gigantic human fork and was now pointing it at—
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP!!
Megatron nearly fell out of bed as the sudden sound blared into his sensitive ears again. Growling, he tossed the comforter off him and stalked over to the blaring alarm clock lying half broken on the floor. It was half broken and still working?! The hell was going on!?
"I thought I told you to shut up, you little nuisance!"
The alarm clock continued to blare. Megatron let out a scream of frustration, picked up the half-broken clock, and chucked it across the room again, hard enough to put that slight dent in the wall.
The alarm clock still did not shut up.
Megatron let out another cry of irritation, and repeated the same process. But after chucking it across the room fifteen times with it refusing to stop its blaring, it became apparent it wasn't working.
Megatron grabbed the blaring thing and ran down the stairs, yelling, "Starscream!" as he went, his fear of human contraptions and the anger evident in his voice.
Starscream didn't respond, but Barricade poked his head out of the kitchen, wondering what the hell was wrong with his leader. When Starscream didn't come as called and when Megatron spotted Barricade, the leader rushed to his subordinate's side.
"Please, Barricade... shut it up! SHUT THIS THING UP!"
He held out the half-broken contraption to the ex-deception, who took it silently with a mixture of confusion and surprise on his face. Also a bit of fear from what the hell his leader was on this early in the morning. Crack? Maybe drunk...
Sighing, Barricade reached up to the top of the clock and flicked the switch. Silence filled the kitchen and the loyal officer handed the clock back to his leader. "There..."
Megatron just stood there, gaping. Barricade sighed and rubbed his temple. "It's just a switch, Megs. A little flick of the switch..."