Chapter 3
"Are you sure about this?" whimpered Optimus, looking over the edge.
They stood near a huge crack in the plant. Optimus was shaking head to toe. Sentinel was smiling, already trying to climb down the hole. Elita was looking worried as she watched Sentinel climb down.
"Positive! Get down here, baby!" ordered Sentinel.
"Sentinel! No one's supposed to be down here?" called Elita.
"Don't you feel the adventure in it?" cheered Sentinel.
"I'm not sure…we should…" stuttered Optimus.
"Don't worry, Optimus, Sentinel's a real baby when he's pressured," explained Elita.
"Am not!" shouted Sentinel from down at the bottom.
"It's a long way down," whimpered Optimus, peering over.
"Not really," cheered Sentinel, pulling Optimus down by the leg.
With a wail, Optimus fell into the hole. He groaned, looking around. Darkness. He whimpered, sitting up. Sentinel slid in, standing beside Optimus. Optimus groaned, pushing Sentinel over. Sentinel hissed, leaping onto Optimus. The two began fighting. Elita came down and stood a moment to watch the fighting.
"You two are a bunch of babies!" snapped Elita.
"He started it!" replied Sentinel, leaping off Optimus.
"I don't believe Optimus would start anything…" Elita whispered.
"I'm about to start something," hissed Optimus, pulling Sentinel's arm.
"See…" mumbled Sentinel, as he was pulled toward Optimus.
Elita watched them battle each other once more. She was surprised to see Optimus winning most of the battle. He was pinned by Sentinel every now and then but punched the child off him quickly.
Finally, she got tired of the fighting, ripping Optimus from Sentinel. Optimus had been cut along the face. Sentinel stood up, showing a smaller cut on his hand. Elita pulled the two to her side.
"Now, I have to be home in less than a megacycle!" Elita groaned.
"This time, he started it!" huffed Sentinel.
"I admit I may have started that war. I apologize," Optimus groaned, rolling his optics.
"Where'd you learn to punch like that, baby?" Sentinel hissed.
"Stop calling me a baby!" ordered Optimus, punching Sentinel yet again.
"Wow. Optimus you got quite the punch," hummed Elita.
"You never answered me," snapped Sentinel. "Where you learn to punch?"
"Doesn't matter," sighed Optimus. "It's effective though. I don't like using my fists to fight though."
"Awww," mocked Sentinel. "You some kind of negotiator?"
"Talks better than fighting," shrugged Optimus.
"You'll make a fine Prime some day," assured Elita.
"Hey! I wanna be a Prime," hissed Sentinel.
"You'll…barely reach Prime," chuckled Elita.
"Hardy Har Har!" groaned Sentinel.
"Isn't it hard to get into the Elite Guard?" Optimus asked. "Don't you have to go through the academy and junk?"
"Your point?" huffed Sentinel. "I've already made it our goals, remember!"
"Right," sighed Optimus.
"Let's get out of here," Elita mumbled. "It's giving me the creeps."
"Then lets head back to your place and we'll get this though and over with!" cheered Sentinel, leading the way.
"I hate him sometimes," grumbled Optimus. "He's not very nice."
"He was never taught to be nice," replied Elita. "Maybe you'll rub off on him."
"Me!" gasped Optimus. "Why me? You're nicer."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy," hummed Elita. "You're really sweet and, when you want to, really brave."
"Thank you," nodded Optimus.
"No, thank you for a wonderful time," Elita hummed, following Sentinel.
"She called me sweet," whispered Optimus before chasing after his new found friends.