AN: Hey, I'm so sorry that I never updated this, I've just been so busy that I actually forgot about it, sorry! Wow Behind the camera got off fast! I didn't expect so many amazing suggestions so fast! I have a few of my own here but I'm only going to write suggestions first...don't worry I'll always give you the credit if you suggested anything here. I've also decided to write any comments about the suggestions as well...because I want to.
Anyways! On with the stories!
G1 universe - suggestion by SS (Not sure if that is your exact name or a nickname. This was actually quite hard to write, but a brilliant suggestion)
"What do you mean Sideswipe accidentally hypnotized some of the bots? Wait you guys can be hypnotized? Really!? Wow...who did you hypnotize then? WHAT!? What do you mean by 'Prowl, Ratchet and maybe red alert!? You told them to do what!?" Spike was currently on his phone, he had no idea where Sunstreaker got his phone number from or how he managed to call him when he didn't even own a phone...not that he could even use one as his servos crushed Spike's last phone when he was curious about 'inferior technology'.
"Hang on, I'll be right there...wait why do you need me!?"
Spike had honestly no idea what was going on. The second he took a step in the Ark, he knew something was wrong. The scanners that would scan anything when anything happened were offline. They had been set up by Red Alert and had to be controlled manually, which meant that the security officer sat in the dark monitoring the screens ALL day.
Instead, there sat Red alert on a bot sized sunbather his helm resting on his servos and his legs resting on top of each other. Yes that was right, you didn't just misread something, Red Alert was relaxing. The bot who would fritz out if he didn't scan that tiny molecule of dust that so happened to be swept up by the wind and into the base, the bot who would go haywire if someone didn't inform him that they were stepping outside the base to go and dust the entrance. Yes, Red Alert was relaxing.
"Um, hey R-red Alert?" Spike greeted with unease.
Moving his head to look at Spike, he greeted back with a lazy smile and a wave "Oh, sup small spike!" He snickered slightly.
Spike froze slightly before shaking his head.
The second odd thing was the fact that Ratchet was waving his fist at Sideswipe his faceplate was that of pure rage...and yet his voice never got louder than that of when he would just be speaking. It was safe to say that Spike regretted entering the Ark that day. He really regretted it.
"You pile of slag, how dare you break my most treasured machinery, I'll have you rebuild it by servo you son of a glitch." He spoke calmly. Ratchet, spoke calmly.
Grinning, Sideswipe yelled "HEY, PROWL! Ratchets threatening me, isn't there some rule against that in the good Autobot handbook!?"
A servo, clearly Prowl's waved the childish Autobot off and a bored voice called, echoing across the Ark "Not my problem! Speak to Prime, he's the boss."
Ironhides head popped up round the corner "Hey, why's Prime running round the base with his arms up in the air yellin' bout' him being a plane?"
"I'M A PLANE! WEEEEE!"
Spike fainted.
Movie universe - suggestion by AspenDragonLord (I was seriously hoping that someone would suggest this, but I wasn't sure if you meant the bots or the humans.)
"Mikaela, do you remember when you had the flue just a week ago?" Ratchet was walking with her and Sam down to the med bay, something about the bots being sick.
"Uh, yeah. But why are you asking?"
Ratchet sighed "Because, it turns out that we can get sick from organic bugs." And with that he opened the med bay doors to a horrible mess.
Ironhide and Sideswipe were fighting over a bot sized bucket as they purged, aiming for the bucket as it was swiped away from each other. They both laid spread out on two separate medical berths, their limbs were floppy and slow and they tried to stabilize themselves
The three sister were both laid out on the same berth as they were quite small, Elita had her back resting against the wall and was hunched over, head in a bucket as she purged the remaining energon out of her tanks, Arcee was sat with her legs crossed on the end of the berth, she too had a bucket however instead of purging, she was sneezing out this odd coloured robot snot.
Chromia was expressively babbling on about something, her lazy movements almost causing her to fall off the edge of the berth.
"I always told the pink unicorn to stuff it up his rainbow skittle hide and yet he always called the pineapple onto me" she leaned over Elita and continued talking. "So-so I said to this here potato, to go frag his unscented wife of a candle and -" she was interrupted when she purged into the bucket and Elita started finishing her sisters sentence. Go linked minds!
The twins were both sneezing into buckets, It looked more like a snot race than anything else. They were groaning and moaning to each other.
Optimus however was the worst, he kept trying to get up and was blabbing about something.
"Autobots, we-we must take over Megatron's pink twin in a race for Autofish glory! We must not fly to their dolphin plans and we must tickle our human allies as Megacat will clearly aim his chicken gun at them and give them rust sweets." He was trying to give an inspiring speech.
Emphasis on trying.
"Holy shit." Was Sam's response.
G1 universe- You know I didn't know which song to choose, but after listening to sweet Caroline (the one by Neil Diamond) I chose it because I just couldn't get the thought of jazz singing it around the base.
Jazz was drunk. Well that was the theory anyways. No would bat an optic if the twins overcharged, if Ironhide ended up in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean...again, or even if Wheeljack woke up in the air ducts...again. But, Jazz never drank, so no one knew what to do. Well, that would be if anyone knew at all-
"Where it began..." A soft, cheery tune rang out from behind Ratchet startling the medic in his demanding research. Looking round, he stood straight from hunching over a device the team had recently found and put down the delicate tweezers. He turned his helm round, confusion and slight curiosity to what or who was singing that song.
He was met with silence. He turned back to his work, tweezers back in servo.
"...Was in the spring...And spring became the summer..." The voice clearly skipping some verses, mumbled again from behind him. Again, he turned round lifting a brow in confusion, he was met with an empty med bay. Shaking his helm, he turned back to his work. Hunching over and picking up the tweezers again he paused to make sure than the mysterious voice wouldn't continue. Silence, right, okay. Nodding he moved back to do his important work.
"SWEET CAROLINE! DAH, DAH, DAH! GOOD TIMES NEVER SEEMED SO GOOOOD!" Jazz's voice sang loudly from right behind the MCO making him yell and crush the delicate tweezers in his servo. He turned quickly in shock, leaning against the workbench, servo resting on his chest plate. Just in time to see said mech zap out of the room.
"-So as I was saying, if we really needed to recharge when we needed energon - pass the wax please, thanks Mia' - then I guess we could use oil, but everyone knows what affect it had on Jackie'. I never thought that mech could get any more...eccentric." Elita's voice carried over to Moonracer and Chromia so that her friends could hear her over the pouring showers of the femme shower room. They were discussing on their plan to visit some of the places on their new home, Earth.
"Yeah but why don't I just bring some, I mean it suits my alt mode. We aren't that short on energon are we?" Moonracer spoke from the middle stall as she picked up her large towel to dry herself.
Shrugging, Elita replied "I guess so, but you like collecting things, who knows you may find a big rock you like. Everyone wants a big rock at some point in their life."
Chromia gave her friend an odd look at the peculiar answer and was about to answer when-
"SWEET CAROLINE, GOO-" The teleporting Jazz was cut painfully short when both Moonracer and Chromia swivelled round in a duet of shrieks and slapped the poor mech in the face in an impressive mirrored slap.
Elita, continued waxing herself and in an almost bored tone greeted the intruder "Oh, hey Jazz-"
She was cut short when the mech collapsed to the floor.
"Oh, goodnight Jazz!"
