((I was so surprised by the amount of reviews I got for the last chapter. I especially like the suggestions for Airachnid and Breakdown's kid. I already have a favorite, but I'm not telling. Not yet. Don't worry, the Autobots will show up soon, in the next chapter actually. I hope you all enjoy this one.
DISCLAIMER:What I said last chapter.))
CHILD'S PLAY
July 29th, 2012
As expected, things did not go well with the other Decepticons when they saw their leader as he was.
"We should rip Starscream's head off!" One Vehicon shouted and several others chorused their agreement. Airachnid had stomped off to fume, Breakdown following, so it was only Knock Out and Dreadwing facing the entire Decepticon army. Worse, Megatron found himself perfectly content to lay on his stomach on the ground and chew on one of Knock Out's wheels.
"Killing that traitor is a pleasurable thought," Dreadwing agreed. "But with our leader, err, crippled, we should be more worried about restoring him to his former glory. Starscream's death can be postponed for another day." Dreadwing leaned in to hiss to Knock Out, "Can't you do anything to fix him?"
"Not without five hours of study, I can't," Knock Out hissed right back.
"Momma!" Megatron grew bored of chewing rubber and instead tackled Dreadwing, who didn't try to fight him off. "Will you tell me a story?"
Dreadwing could only stare at the optics that were wide in fascination and listen to the snickers. "Um, uh, Lord Megatron," Knock Out moved to get his leader off their SIC.
"Megsy," Megatron insisted.
"Right, Megsy," Knock Out corrected. "Momma is, uhm, busy right now. She-He-" Knock Out said quickly at Dreadwing's withering look. "-doesn't have time to tell you a story."
Megatron burst into tears which made several Vehicons whisper to themselves. "Why won't Momma tell me story?" His tantrum of pounding his hands on the floor somehow activated his fusion cannon, which cleared out a path of an impressive 15 Vehicons and left 5 of them for scrap.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you a story," Knock Out offered quickly, if only to prevent their leader from (accidentally) killing off more of his soldiers.
"Yay," Megatron stopped his complaints almost instantly. "What it about? Ooh, can it be about fairies? Or horsies? Or pink fairy-horsies?"
The snickers were growing louder. Knock Out looked back at the Vehicons sharply, which only made their laughter louder. He cleared his throat. "Once upon a time, there was a land known as, err, Pink-Fairy-Horsie-Landia-Thingy. And there lived in the land the most beautiful pink-fairy-horsie of all. And his name was Megatron." He tried to ignore the laughter. "Now Megatron was leader of all the pink-fairy-horsies, a wise and strong leader. A leader who helped them to control all of Pink-Fairy-Horsie-Landia-Thingy. But, unknown to him, an evil force was lurking." Megatron gasped at this. "An evil blue-dragon-zebra entered their land. And his name was Optimus Prime." Dreadwing's look was almost as troubling as the laughter. "Now Optimus Prime and his band of blue-dragon-zebras wanted to take over Pink-Fairy-Horsie-Landia-Thingy and defeat Megatron. But Megatron valiantly gathered his forces and prepared to battle the evil group. They rode out at dawn-" the laughter was now becoming defeaning and even Dreadwing was shaking his head.
"QUIET!" Megatron roared, leaping to his pedes and firing aimlessly into the crowd, taking out another 6 Vehicons and wounding countless more. "I CAN'T HEAR THE STORY!" Then he flopped back down and smiled sweetly. "You were saying?"
"SoMegatronand-hisforcesdefeated-Optimusforevertheend," Knock Out blurted out the ending. He stood up, marching off and giving Dreadwing a glare. "There, I covered your aft," the medic's tone was threatening. "Now you cover mine. Watch him while I go hide in shame." He left the bridge, passing Soundwave, who applauded sarcastically. Knock Out hissed at him.
"So I spend time with Momma?" Megatron's gaze turned to Dreadwing. "What do we do now Momma? Can we go play? Huh, huh? Can we?"
"Sure," Dreadwing nodded, a little weirded out. "What would you like to play?"
"Oh I have a special game, Momma. Follow me!" Megatron skipped out, past a watching Soundwave. Dreadwing sighed and followed.
His leader led him to the rarely-used war room, which had been abandoned after millenia in favor of plotting on the bridge. Even better was when Megatron pulled out a dusty box full of dolls.
Actually dolls wasn't the right word. It looked like miniature replicas of both the Decepticons and the Autobots, which would've been used in simulations to scout out how the enemy would move and what tactics to use. Dreadwing recognized Optimus Prime, Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and even Cliffjumper, whom, according to his intel, had long since been dead. He didn't see himself on the Decepticon side but rather Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Knock Out, and Breakdown. Megatron picked up the Starscream figurine and flew it around.
"They're cool, aren't they, Momma?" Megatron made Starscream slam into a wall repetitively. "I found 'em in this room a while back. They're my friends."
"Right," Dreadwing picked one up and examined it.
"Fwoosh, fwoosh! Boom!" Megatron imitated gunfire and explosions. He had the Autobots facing the Decepticons on the floor and was imitating attacks while bashing them together. "'Surrender, Megatron!' 'Never, Optimus Prime! You will not beat me and my mighty Decepticon army!' 'Oh yeah? Take that! And that!'" Megatron made Optimus hit his figurine and the two clashed, before Optimus 'beheaded' 'Megatron'. "Yay! Optimus wins! The Earth is saved!" Megatron did a little dance with the Optimus Prime figure.
Dreadwing merely stared. "My lord, where did you get those ideas?"
"Megsy," Megatron corrected. "And it's in the theme song."
"Theme...song?" This actually did fascinate Dreadwing.
"You know. Transformers! More than meets the eye. Autobots wage their battles to destroy the evil forces of the Decepticons! Transformers! Robots in Disguise! The Transformers! That theme song. I like it. I sure wouldn't wanna be that bad ol' Megatron when Optimus gets his hands on him."
Dreadwing blinked, honestly confused. At first, it seemed like Megatron knew who he was, that he was a Decepticon. Now he was acting like he was an Autobot and he didn't know who he was. Either he was getting worse or he was trying to mess with Dreadwing. Or both. It wasn't his place to question it, really.
A Vehicon came into the room. "Commander Dreadwing," he sketched off a salute. "The Autobots have seized one of our Energon mines. Our forces are severely outnumbered."
Dreadwing turned to look at Megatron, who was chewing on Starscream and making Arcee and Cliffjumper dance. "I will take a squadron out of there. You. You will watch Lord Megatron. Make sure he does not get out of your sight."
"Yes sir," the Vehicon nodded. Dreadwing brushed past him, leaving the Vehicon to stare at his leader. "So, uh, what do you want to do?"
"Let's play dress up!" Megatron beamed and dragged the unwilling Vehicon away.
~.~.~.~.~.
Dreadwing was the only one to return to the ship with leaking Energon. He gritted his dentas in frustration. Blasted Autobots! It always seemed like, no matter how many troops he took with him, he was always defeated. And he didn't know why.
He had bigger problems though. Once he'd landed and transformed, a Vehicon ran up to him. The Vehicon was missing an arm and had a cracked optic, along with pink smears all over him.
"I'm sorry, sir," he panted. "But he got away from me when I was trying to get the dress off."
"Dress?" Dreadwing raised an eyebrow. "Where is he now?"
"Bridge. He's-well, you'd just have to see for yourself."
Dreadwing made his way to the bridge where he saw a most horrid sight indeed. It looked like someone had flown through with a fetish for painting: the walls were covered in blue, pink, and orange paint, as well as stripes of green and splotches of red. Soundwave stood over to the side, his visor having had someone paint a yellow smiley face on it, one tentacle snapped in half. He was muttering curses under his breath.
And in the middle of the room sat Megatron. He had buckets of paint all around him and had painted himself into a rainbow, chewing on a Vehicon's arm while doodling a crude picture of a fairy-horsie princess on the floor. "Rainbow kitty that lives in the stars and brings me chocolate from the moon!" he sang merrily. "With a golden claw and a silver claw and diamond eyes too. Nyan Cat!"
"My Primus," Dreadwing swore aloud, gaping. Soundwave shot him as best a glare as he could.
"Momma," Megatron noted his SIC's arrival. "Hi Momma. Like what I did? I made everything pretty." He then threw a bucket of paint at Dreadwing, covering him in green and red paint. "Now you're pretty, Momma. Like a thousand tiny fireflies in the sky." Then he pouted. "You like it, don't you, Momma? Daddy didn't like it."
"The horror," Knock Out, with glazed optics, stumbled in. He was now a wonderful mixture of pink and red. "The horror. Too much pink. Pink everywhere." He looked at Dreadwing. "Run. Or he'll paint you too. The horror. The pink." He stumbled back out muttering inaudible warnings.
"Please tell me someone has a way to fix this," Dreadwing groaned. "Or are close to anyway."
"I love you Optimus Prime!" Megatron blurted out before falling to the ground and sobbing. "I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you!"
Soundwave swung on his pedes to face his leader. He nodded to Dreadwing before sending out his (still working) tentacles to latch onto the side of Megatron's head. The Decepticon leader froze as the tentacles pulsed, reverting the programming. Then the leader slumped down.
"He'll be unconscious for some time," Soundwave told him. "Long enough for you and the others to fix this mess."
"And you couldn't have done that earlier?" Dreadwing asked the question we're all thinking. Soundwave shrugged.
Megatron chose to contradict 'Wave's words, waking up at that exact moment. "What on Cybertron-" he stood up. "What happened?" Then he noticed Soundwave, Dreadwing, and the ship. "What happened to my ship? Dreadwing, who did this?"
"Uh," Dreadwing looked at Soundwave. "A sparkling, my leige. One of the Vehicons had a virus, called himself Megsy. Soundwave purged it but not before he did this to the ship."
"Very well," Megatron's tone was dangerous; he'd seen his own paint job. "Where is this 'Megsy' now?"
The Vehicon Dreadwing had assigned to watch Megatron in the first place chose that moment to come in and Dreadwing pointed. "There he is, my leige."
"Good," Megatron smiled a toothy grin. He advanced on the Vehicon. "I wish to have a word with you." He raised his fusion cannon.
"No, Lord Megatron!" the Vehicon protested. "It wasn't me! It was-" he didn't have time to protest before Megatron blew his head off.
"Clean up this mess," the Decepticon leader ordered. "I need to go talk to Knock Out."
Once he'd left, Dreadwing looked at Soundwave. "We never speak of this to anyone ever again, agreed?" Soundwave nodded quickly.
Dreadwing left to get something to get the paint stains off and Soundwave turned to his computer. With quick and fluid strokes he logged onto the main Decepticon YouTube account, DecepticonsRule!, and watched with twisted glee as a selected video was uploaded.
A video starring Starscream. A video no one was ever to see.
Soundwave would have the last laugh after all.
Autobots: N/A
Decepticons: 0
Starscream: 2
((Did anyone get the Skyquake reference? I've got to tell you, I love sparkling-minded Megatron, the little scamp. I also love Decepticon torture, especially Knock Out torture, as the conceited mech's got it coming. Devious Soundwave is another favorite of mine. He'll show up a lot, since he's a main character. Please continue to submit plot ideas/sparkling ideas and I'll get to them. Next up: what is the video concerning Starscream all about? What's his secret?
Keep the R's coming people.))
