A/N: Here's a short Christmas special for you all!
Disclaimer: Oh TFP, oh TFP, your rights are sadly not mine, oh TFP, oh TFP, I wish they were, but they're not.
Arcee slowly onlined her optics and stared at the ceiling of her room. The beginning of another day, best get up and get it started. She stretched her arms as she sat up and noticed something was off, there was a fuzzy tickly feeling all over her. She looked down and immediately saw the cause, there were long silver and gold fuzzy (dead?) snakes wrapped all around her.
She started picking them off but they kept breaking and getting caught in her joints, guess she would have to get some help with this.
But before she had made it to her door she heard a loud pained scream coming from Ratchet's room. Her decorations forgotten she flew out the door down the hall and into Ratchet's room where she saw...Ratchet? At least, she thought it was Ratchet. Same build, same voice screaming in horror, same height, same optics, but this Ratchet wasn't orange and white, he was...red and white?
The medic was covered in red and white stripes spiraling around his person, if he didn't look so horror-stricken she'd say he looked kinda pretty.
"Get. This. OFF ME!" Ratchet screamed at her.
"Calm down, Ratchet, I'm sure it'll wash right off."
But before she coud say anything else she heard muffled yelling coming from down the hall.
"Hang in there, Ratchet, I'm gonna check on the others, I have a feeling we aren't the only ones like this."
She ran down the hall and turned the corner. She was met with the sight of a sparkling Bumblebee, a green and red-clad Smokescreen, and a rathar large bush.
Now, Bumblebee wasn't a sparkling like a young Cybertronian, but he was literally sparkling, like, covered in glitter kind of sparkling, that's right, he was covered helm to pede-tip in gold glitter, and for some reason he had a yellow triangle stuck behind his head.
Smokescreen was dressed in a red and green tunic with a matching pointy hat on his helm, a little bell decorated the hat as well making it jingle every time he turned his head.
"You too, huh?" The bush said with a voice that sounded a lot like Bulkhead.
"Yeah, it seems we've all been pranked, who was screaming just a little while ago?"
Smokescreen coughed, "Um, that might've been me? What? I saw Bumblebee like that and thought he was some kind of ghost or spirit!"
"Oh whatever, do you guys know who did this?"
"It's not that hard to figure out, Arcee, who else besides us has access to the base?"
"Of course. Figures the humans would do something like this, especially a certain female human."
Bulkhead laughed nervously. "Uh, hey! What about Optimus? Do you think they got him too?"
"Scrap! I'll be right back." She spun around and raced for Optimus' room.
"Hey! Wait! We need help unwrapping Bulkhead!" Smokescreen yelled after her. Bumblebee also beeped something about glitter sticking to everything but she was too far away by then to hear.
She skidded to a stop in front of their leaders room and knocked on the door.
Optimus opened it just a crack and peeked out at her, and after seeing the state she was in, opened the door all the way revealing that he too had been pranked by their human friends.
Now, Arcee was no expert when it came to human holidays, but she knew a Santa Claus costume when she saw one.
"It appears that our human friends have decided that we should participate in their celebration of the holiday, Christmas. Their methods, however, should have been more thoroughly contemplated."
"Yeah," Arcee agreed. After a few awkward second of silence she added, "it looks great on you by the way."
"Thank you, Arcee."
Meanwhile on the Nemesis...
"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"
The loud screech was brought to the attention of two Vehicons who were patrolling the halls, and of course they couldn't resist checking out the source of the noise.
After running up and down countless halls (the Nemesis was pretty echo-y and it was hard to pinpoint the source) they finally found the room where the screams were coming from and peeked in.
Their senor officer, the second in command of the entire Decepticon fleet, their (beloved?) commander, was sitting in a tree.
Well, sitting wasn't the right word for it. Trapped was the better word for this situation. Starscream latest punishment for failure was evidentally being tied to the top of a giant evergreen tree with a string of lights. Everyone else in the room was obediently ignoring him, per Megatrons orders they guessed, but that didn't keep Starscream from making his objection known, and quite loudly at that.
The two Vehicons resumed their patrol down the hall after getting an optic-full of the humiliating sight.
"Megatron sure is getting creative with his punishments, isn't he?" One said.
"Yeah, but then again, his name is STARscream." the other said and laughed.
The first Vehicon laughed along with him for a second but then stopped. "I don't get it."
A/N: Back to the regular old chapters now.
