Ok, I'm really sorry for not updating sooner. School was crazy and I had so much to do. I now offer this chapter to appease the great readers of Fanfiction! Read long and prosper! (I don't own the original quote, "Live long and prosper," or Transformers.)
You'd be surprised at how quickly a person can get used to sentient Transformer toys living in their house. I soon found out that, since we had no Optimus Prime at the moment, G1 Prowl was our Autobots' leader.
This was greatly irritating to little mini G1 Ultra Magnus, who was rubber or something and couldn't even transform. But, being small, chibi-ish, and silly-looking, he could do nothing about it. (It just wouldn't do to have such a funny-looking little chibi as the leader of our Autobots. Everyone except him agreed with this.)
The G1 Ravages were surprisingly well behaved most of the time, at least when they weren't exploring everything they could get into. It turned out that one, with faded coloring, was actually a female! She and the other were like brother and sister.
The two apparently enjoyed catching any bugs or spiders that got into the house, so I enlisted their help in ridding our home of the little things.
(No insects, bugs, or spiders were actually harmed in any way, merely tossed out the door to freedom.) Cheetor was the one Transformer on the Autobot side that was almost always nice to those two, because they're felines like him.
The two Bumblebees acted like brothers, and playfully argued whose yellow coloring was better. Sillies.
The two Arcees were like sisters who were completely opposite. TF Animated Arcee was kinda shy, but very nice, and eventually forgave me for the Zorra incident. Movieverse Arcee, however… Well, let's just say that her favorite activity is target practice. With moving targets.
Beast Wars Airazor and Silverbolt managed to convince me to make wing extensions for them to actually fly. The fact that their wings were a bit too small for actual flight had been irritating them for a long time.
I also had to do the same for our two helicopter Decepticons. (By the way, I found out that Choppy's real name is Spinister, but I still prefer calling him Choppy.) In return, the two promised not to use any swear words, at least in my presence. Yeah, yeah, I know: never trust a 'con. But I'm trying to be unprejudiced here.
One time, Zorra got out of her cage in the middle of the night, and G1 Sunstreaker told me to blame the Decepticons. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I found out later, from TF Animated Grimlock, that it'd been Sunstreaker who had opened the cage door as a prank.
So I let all of our Decepticons throw Leggos at the yellow prankster for a minute. The Scrapticons, who I call Scrappy and Scrapt, preferred trying to build more Scrapticons out of the Leggos. And Movieverse Arcee used those for target practice when she was feeling least destructive.
Later on, I found some of our mini Beast Wars Transformers: a red T-rex, a blue and brown triceratops, a purple pterodactyl, a white tiger, a gray wolf, and a brown eagle. They got along well with the Ravages, other minis, TF Animated Grimlock and Snarl, and our little purple cassette 'con.
So, Freefel and I enjoyed our family of small Transformers. Until one day…
When I showed them Fanfiction.
Ooh, what will result from this? I'll try to update soon, OK?
