Title: Inaccuracies
Rating: K
Continuity: G1ish
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own, Transformers or Kreos. Not even one. :(
Prompt: 1. Choose a Transformers Kreon. ( wiki/Kreon) Their bio is your prompt.
Prowl found his bondmate giggling at the screen of his terminal in their quarters.
"Dare I ask?"
"Heheh... well, remember those humans who were makin' li'l toys o' us?"
"Hm. To which humans are you referring? There have been multiple corporations we have allowed to use our likenesses for human children."
"Mm. True. These're th' people who make li'l buildin' blocks."
"Hm. Yes, I do believe I remember them."
"Yeah, well, their newest set came out th' other day, an' Ah was jus' lookin' them up, an', well..."
Prowl stepped forward and peered over his bondmate's shoulder at the screen. A small, blocky, black and white figure was frowning out at him. After a second of examining the figure, he determined who it was; himself.
Then he turned to the bio to the left of the picture. "My biggest fear is 'shapes that aren't bricks'?"
Jazz snickered.
"And my most prized possession is my graphing calculator? What, exactly, would I use a graphing calculator for? My processor is much more superior than a simple human graphing calculator!"
"Ah know. Now take a lookit mine."
"... When, exactly, did you and Sunstreaker decide to switch personalities? You do not enjoy fighting Decepticons."
"Oooh, it gets better mah mech."
"... Should I be worried?"
"Very."
A couple clicks later, and a familiar yellow figure popped up onscreen. A cheery grin framed by pointy audio horns.
And a very... strange... bio. "'Sweet human parties'? 'Cruising at dangerous speeds'? 'Pulling pranks'? This sounds more like Sideswipe, or perhaps you, Jazz, than Bumblebee. And the rebuilding part..."
"Ratchet?"
"Yes, that is what I was thinking. Speaking of which, does Ratchet have a figure?"
"Yup. Here." A few more clicks, and another figurine popped up.
"He... makes you pay? And... 'energon-infused schematic of Optimus Prime'? What on Cybertron is that?"
"No idea," Jazz said with a grin. "How're you not crashin' on me, Prowler?"
"I... do not know. He fears spiders? Oh, Primus, please do not let Sideswipe get his hands on these." A shudder rattled Jazz's plating as his bondmate reached over his shoulder and clicked on another link. "Well, at least they got one profile right."
The saboteur quickly read over Cliffjumper's bio, snickering through the whole thing. "Got that right. Now, who's next?"
"Mm. Ironhide."
"'Optimus Prime's bodyguard since he was one brick high'? Heh. 'Hide's ancient! He's too old fer that t' have happ'ned."
"Agreed. Though, other than that, I believe his profile is rather... accurate."
"Heh. If there was such a thing's an 'Omega Black Hole Cannon'."
"Yes, yes, very true. Now, Sideswipe..."
"Sudd'nly's soundin' a lot like Sunny."
"Once again, agreed."
"Well... Any others y' wanna look at."
"No, I do not believe so. You?"
"Nope. Ah'll go 'n get Red t' lock down all sites involvin' these figurines. Like ya said, Ah really don' want Sides t' start readin' 'em."
