I wonder how Prowl puts up with Bee and Bulkhead's idiocy and the fangirls at the same time.
Anyway, since nothing really happened with Nanosec's episode, this is mostly the fans settling down until the next Decepticons show up.
At any rate, this is the newest chap. I hope you like it.
Sigma and Optimus may have been badly stressed, but the fans and their OCS were having a marvelous time.
For example, Bee was having a lovely time with his fan club.
"So let me get this straight. YOU GUYS will worship the ground I drive or walk upon, and throw yourselves over a cliff if I say so?" The yellow bot asked.
"Uhhh…well, duh. We ARE your fan club, after all." One replied.
"SWEET. Alright, first order of business: Help me repaint myself. I mean, you saw what we did in the episode with Nanosec, right?"
"Yeah, the old fart made you get burned up!" The fans shrieked indignantly. "But on a side note: Thanks for saving half of Detroit, y'know?"
-
Ratchet was glaring at the fangirls, who stared up at him like eager sparklings, Kappa front and center.
"Can I help you?" He asked impatiently. He was running some scans on the city, just to be sure nothing was out of place.
"Nope. We just wish to know how your stuff works. Care to show us?" Kappa asked.
"No."
"But…"
"No."
"Aww, come on!"
"No."
"We'll keep asking until you say yes."
"Bring it on."
-
Bulkhead was learning so much from the fans.
For example, Pi had shown him how to make an OC. It wasn't that hard. It was like making a holoform, but the holoform had a mind and body of its own.
Several fangirls were drooling over Bulkhead's OC, Owen, who looked rather confused at all the attention. Pi couldn't help but laugh. "Well, well, well! It looks like our Autobot friend has created a fan pleaser on his first try! I'm so proud…"
Bulkhead wasn't listening. He was too busy protecting his creation from the fans, who were freaking the pair of them out.
-
Prowl sat on the roof, thinking hard, no, VERY HARD about what Sigma had said.
The fangirls had breached his room and had set up tree houses in his room, and he'd escaped to the roof, his last resort of a sanctuary.
"Prowl?" And there went his privacy.
Sigma sat down beside him. "Yes, Sigma?" He asked
"Um, listen...Sorry about the whole 'scarring you for life' thing." Sigma said, sweatdropping.
"It's ok…I've been thinking about what that Deceptifan said…" Prowl said, wincing.
"And?"
"And the results aren't exactly logical. Tell me, do you have anyone in your group aside from you who'd be willing to hear what…unusual scenarios I've thought of?"
"Oh, you want Dakota, Head Author of All Fanfiction." Sigma replied brightly. "I'll go get her."
-
Dakota wore a simple white t-shirt, and black rimmed glasses, but her eyes betrayed her devious mind. As she and Sigma sat, listening to Prowl relayed his troubling thoughts to her, she squirmed excitedly. The fangirl was a ravenous yaoi supporter, and Prowl's scenarios were nothing short of BRILLIENT in her eyes.
Once Prowl had finished with the last thought, Dakota toppled over, overwhelmed with all the possibilities. "Is she going to be alright? Her nasal passage is bleeding." Prowl asked, standing over the stunned fangirl.
"Eh, she'll come to in a second. It takes a while for her to process all that slash, you see." Sigma replied, shrugging.
-
As Dakota dashed downstairs to inform her writer's guild to start typing, a robotic falcon hovered above the Autobot base, optics flashing red again.
"Erm, Lady Nijira?" Tracker said, sweatdropping.
"WHAT IS IT, YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF PARROT CRAP? I'M BUSY."
"Uh, ze threat of ze 'Yaoi Treatment' isn't vorking. In fact, their fic vriters are eatink it up like energon goodies."
"Oh really? Well, it won't matter. We've got Lockdown in our base and most of his trophies are out of the drink." Nijira replied. "But he's whining and crying about his wound and his favorite trophies, which, apparently, are STILL in the drink. UGH. This is exactly why I hate mercenaries."
"But Lady Nijira…vhat about ze ozer Decepticons?"
"What about them?"
"The fans are gettink restless, ma'am. If zey don't get a canon Decepticon sightink soon, zey'll walk out, and our plan's shot."
"Relax, Tracker. That freak spider lady's due here in the next episode, with Lugnut and Blitzwing coming a bit after. Why they changed the episode schedule, I'll never know." Some grumbling could be heard in the background.
"Ju mean BlackArachnia? Oh, I'm a fan of her vork. A big fan!"
No one cares, bird butt."
"Oh."
"Now, I need you to find Ghost. She's got something of mine, and I need it back."
"Jes, ma'am." Blip.
-
Turning back to the disembodied head of Megatron, she said, "It would seem, my liege, that your followers…"
"I heard you the first time." Megatron snapped angrily. "Ugh…why were they on my ship again?"
"The cartoonists chose them, sir."
"Oh. Well, at least Starscream's assumed dead. I never liked him."
" 'Assumed', sir. He isn't actually dead…at least, our sources say he won't be."
While Megatron went into some rant on how he'd kill Starscream once he got his hands on him, Nijira booted up the webcam on her laptop. She felt like talking to her idiot brother, who'd been grounded before the trip.
Hmmm...A clever combo of Writer's Block, a not so awesome episode, and lack of inspiration make this a relatively short chapter…
CURSES! There'll be more next week, promise!