The prank wars
The unlikeliest of retaliations
Ratchet stormed through the base, a mission ahead and a prank in mind. The threat Jazz had given was quickly forgotten, though with some force. Ratchet couldn't help but scoff at Jazz's poor attempt at trying to make Ratchet scared. The twins had been trying for years to scare the skid plates off him and it hadn't worked so far. The threats of children were pointless.
"Children, that's what those two are," huffed Ratchet, digging up something from the locked storage room in the back of the ship. This room was forbidden, and Ratchet knew it. This sole room was home to every discarded and forgotten prank parts leftover from the twins. It was prank graveyard, and all feared to tread upon it. Ratchet wasn't frightened as all, knowing exactly what to dig up.
"If they insist on acting like children, I'll give them something fit for their age," smirked Ratchet, finding what he was looking for and placing it under his arm. He checked the time quickly. He only had a megacycle and a half, or the equivalent to one and half human hours.
"Best be getting to work," chuckled Ratchet, locking the door behind him.
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The twins had sentry duty from noon till five, a long five hours of nothing but staring at the horizon in hopes of something exploding nearby or Decepticons being stupid enough to invade. Nothing of that sort happened, depressing the two as they reentered with drained beings. All they wanted was to relax in either the rec room or their own rooms. Along the way, Jazz stopped them.
"Boy, do you two look beat," hummed Jazz, folding his arms across his chest.
"What do you want, Jazz?" snapped Sunstreaker.
"We're tired," added Sideswipe.
"I want to talk to you two about this stupid prank war you have with Ratchet. You guys are going way too far with this junk," complained Jazz, shaking his head.
"I'll stop ya right there," sighed Sideswipe, waving a finger.
"We are not about to give up on tormenting Ratchet now, especially when the gettin's good," nodded Sunstreaker.
"I'm not saying you have to stop pranking the mech but you need to take the notch from war to play," Jazz instructed.
"Or what?" the two snapped, crossing their arms.
"Or else," resorted Jazz. The two didn't back down. "You've been warned."
Jazz stormed away with heavy steps. The twins exchanged looks, almost worried of what Jazz might do in order to stop this war. The doubt quickly passed as the feeling of dreadful tiredness returned and they continued their way to their rooms. Reaching the two rooms, the two again exchanged looks. They were tired to the different rooms now. Nodding in mental agreement, they turned and both entered Sunstreaker's room, seeing as it used to be both of theirs.
Opening the door, they both froze in sheer horror too much for their processors to handle. They didn't even have the mental power to scream for help or mercy. They simply stared at the newly decorated room that lay before them. They recalled the bright Carebear wallpaper from an earlier prank from the past. It covered every square inch of the room, not including the furniture which was painted in bright pinks and purples.
The two entered slowly, still in too much shock for an exchange of words. At first they thought it might've been Jazz but the room soon hand Ratchet's handy work written all over it. The two frowned, near snarling in rage. That's when the music kicked in. they recalled the music too, the Puff the Magic Dragon music, from another of their earlier done works. The tape was old but played as it used to, at a volume too loud to ignore.
Together, they finally screamed, racing out of the room and across the hall into Sideswipe's. It was also covered in Carebears and Puff the Magic Dragon music blaring from every direction. They yelped once more, collapsing upon their knees in between the two open rooms. Jazz and Blaster arrived first, soon followed by Ironhide who closed the rooms. The two hugged onto each other violently, afraid to let go of one another. Jazz knelt down beside them on one knee, a smirk upon his face.
"Can we end this war now?" he hummed.
The twins hesitated a moment, gathering themselves from the terror that had just experienced. Sideswipe pulled himself away first, standing up with a quick leap and frown upon his face. He stood over Jazz, tall and proud with revenge in his optics. Jazz sighed. Sunstreaker soon leapt up as well, standing by his brother. The two held their hands upon their hips, frowning and glaring forward.
"We won't leave this war with that evil medic winning! It'll look like we lost and my pride won't let that happen!" declared Sideswipe. "Sorry, Jazz, but this is either gonna end in our favor or not at all!"
With that, Sideswipe ran off in search of a new HQ while the horrible, unspeakable things from their rooms were removed. Sunstreaker followed in great strides. Jazz groaned, standing up and snapping his fingers. Both sides refused to come to peaceful terms. This meant he would have to take the end of the war into his own hands.
"Whatcha gonna do?" hummed Ironhide.
"Play a card they weren't expecting," shrugged Jazz, walking away. "One they can't argue with."