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TorikaBlayde: Hello ppls, guess who's back?! Whisper Soo late, I was planing my revenge for Red, and at last, he finally got what he deserves. Hahahaha () I've also got my TBD back () Dances around happily
Red Alert: Walks in covered in bandages. He had heard everything except for the last bit Geez I don't know . . . Who's back Tor-
TB: Glares at Red Alert and growls
Red Alert: Sees TB's glare and hears her growl Hehe, TB
TB: I am you big piece of walking junk metal!!!
Red Alert: Sor-ry if I forgot, and anyways, who would remember anything after they've been the prime target of attacks from your TBD. I swear . . .
TB: Don't swear, it only gets you into trouble. () An unnaturally happy look crosses her face
Red Alert: Point taken; anyways, I guarantee you scrambled up a few of my circuits. I'm still surprised I can walk and talk.
TB: Unnaturally happy look still on her face, but added with a huge grin Well, that's what happens when you mess with me ()
Red Alert: Well at least you're not on a hallucinational sugar high now. Wipes forehead thankfully
TB: You never know ()
Red Alert: (o.Ô) All mighty god; please, please have mercy on my poor pitiful soul Starts to pray and beg
TB: Hehe, I made Red Alert loony. Starts to dance around in circles, singing. Loony, loony, loopy Red. She then stops suddenly I don't own anything that you know of, I only own the things you haven't. Oh and thankyou for the reviews, I loved them.
CodeRed73- To get one thing straight. I love Red too, but what's that saying again. . . Ah yes, I remember now! () You always hurt the ones you love, and plus, I think his too layed back, so a few hits in the head should set the bot straight. Oh and one of your guesses was right ()
Steph . R & Steph- With Starscream and the pencils, it was the only thing I could think of at that moment (which was 12.00 at night), and plus, it's better than him being scared out of his wits or something else worse. I also love him to bits, so I couldn't do anything else. And to Steph Cowers in fear Please, please don't hurt me!
Oh and to everyone else – Thankyou very much for reviewing, you have all made my day, erm, um, break. () Sorry it took sooo long to put this up, but not only did I have major writers block, but my parents took off the Internet, AND the skool blocked fanfiction.net. Why do all these things happen to mee!? Sighs Anyways, good news now, I have the net back and I'm ready to type, soo. . . onwards to the story!!! ()
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Meeting Squwables
==' Where we left off '==
"Oh. Um, well, to the e-mail."
"Oh yeah! Who'd he send it to?"
"You wouldn't believe it! He sent it to . . . . . ."
==' Now on with the fic '==
I I I I I I I v
((Sorry! () Still keeping you in suspense ()))
I I I I I v
"You wouldn't believe it! He sent it to Hotshot!" Zacks face was that of a person who was unbelievably shocked, much was the same with Tori, basically, she had the Pop 'n Drop (My creation: eyes pop out and jaw drops. The Pop 'n Drop) going on. He watched on, trying to keep a straight face (who would?), but in another 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 seconds, he was gone; bursting into a fit of laughter.
"He, WHAT!!!" The girl screamed, now pacing the hall. "This is no good, I thought Hotshot would have been the last, oh no, this spoils my plan like way big time. And you," She glares down at the face of Zack. "Shut up!"
Zack stopped laughing, his face red with holding his breath. Tori quirked an eyebrow at this, but only succeeded in Zack bursting out into more laughter. "Stop it!" She yelled, but the only answer she got were more hysterics.
Sighing, she shut the com-link and ended the transmission, she then turned down the hall and smiled. "Onwards to my next victim." The girl cried out happily and started to skip down the hall towards Hotshot's quarters.
Hotshot walked down the long, large and maybe dangerous hall, his heavy footfalls the only thing you could hear until he stopped and turned around. Was it just him, or could he hear these strange sound floating over from down the hall. He shrugged, turning back around. Must have been his imagination.
Continuing on with his walking, whistling a tune he had heard on his radio, he was almost to his quarters, well, that was until the howl of pain and the cluttering of metal soon reached his audios. Sighing the yellow mech turned around and looked towards the source of the sound, his eyes growing wider and wider. It was none other than Sideswipe, rushing up to meet him, screaming bloody murder all the way; Hotshot tried to dodge him, but as he did Sideswipe collided into him, sending them both onto the floor in a heap.
"Agh, Sideswipe! What is it with you!?" Hotshot screamed from below the dog- pile Sideswipe had made.
A sheepish grin crossed the other mech's face as he scratched his head. "Ah, sorry bro. I didn't see you there." He grinned.
"Of corse you didn't!" Hotshot screamed again, trying to squirm out. "You were too busy with insulting your invisible friend!" He finally shoved Sideswipe off him.
"Was not."
"You were to!" The yellow mech shouted and then looked down at his extremely large watch. "Oh man, I gotta go. I'm late for handing in my paperwork." With that Hotshot picked himself up from the steel floor and started to run down the hallway Sideswipe had just come from, he then looked back at the sorry heap of Sideswipe. "Ah, I'll see you later Sideswipe." He called, and then turned forward. "Maybe when you're a little saner." He then disappeared around a corner.
Sideswipe watched as Hotshot disappeared, he had missed his last words, but anyways. He slowly stood up from the floor and shook himself off, he then started down the hall in the opposite direction, unaware of what might happen to Hotshot.
Hotshot ran the rest of the way to his quarters, he was late, oh so late. Nothing else interesting happened in the halls, unless of course if you count a random guest appearance by none other than Hotshot's twin cousin. Ignoring this, Hotshot continued towards his room, once reaching his quarter's door, he said his magical password: "Chocolate is my friend" and the door swooshed open.
Entering, the mech then walked over to his clustered desk and picked up his large stack of papers. As if right on cue, his computer then chimed: "You've got mail", scaring the poor bot into throwing up all his papers.
Glaring at the screen, he walked over and double-clicked on the small envelope. Sitting down on his large swivel chair, Hotshot then read the e- mail.
The first time – No reaction
The second time – Still no reaction
The third time – He was squirming in his chair
The forth time – He was chuckling now and then
And the fifth time – He burst out into uncontrollable laughter, falling off his chair and started to roll around the room, scattering his paperwork even more.
5 Minutes Later
"Ahahahahaha." Smashes into something. "Owie. . . Ahahahahahaa."
This happened for about half an hour, until of corse, he ran into something else and started a fresh new wave of laughter.
((Damon: O-kay. Rolls eyes at the bots stupidity
TB: It's not like you are any saner. Rolls her own eyes
Damon: What did you say!? (Imagine saying that in a very high pitched voice after sucking in a few helium balloons, that is what he'll sound like ())
TB: Nothing, nothing at all. Now on with the story.
Damon: I know you sa-))
Anyways, when Hotshot finally got over his fit.
Hotshot is still rolling around.
I said, when Hotshot finally got over his fit!!
Hotshot stops and stands up, his hands behind his head. "Hehe, didn't hear you the first time."
Sighs and rolls eyes
After Hotshot finally got off the floor, he then walked back to his computer. Sitting back into his chair, he then looked around the room, a sly smile spreading across his face as he turned back around and clicked on the reply button.
He then started to type. . .
Dear whomever,
I remember that time as clear as a bell, of corse, it's me of course. Chuckles
Anyway, right now I'd be typing up a list of my favourite songs from then, but I've decided otherwise. Instead a more interesting story came into my tiny mind, and therefore I will start this story now.
I was a warm and sunny day, a first for all our beginnings. That day was our first show and tell ever and so everyone bought their favourite toy or, in Red Alert's case, a whole computer hard drive. Well anyways, amid all the toys from our favourite show Cybertron Street, was Scavenger's lovable soft toy teddy bear which he had named Squwables.
It was funny how it started, first we all introduced our toys and as Scavenger introduced Squwables, it was then that the commotion started.
I will now retype the incident as how I saw it.
Cyclonus: Hey look, it's Mr Twinkle Bear Cackles
Scavenger: Growls His name is Squwables, NOT Mr Twinkle Bear!
It was then that the verbal fight between us Autobots and the Decepticons started up. The verbal fight soon turned into fists and then into throwing projectiles and of corse firepower.
But what was funny about it, was that that Scavenger and Cyclonus were standing in the middle of it all, one arm and leg of Squwables in their own hands, fighting over the soft toy.
Cyclonus: He's mine
Scavenger: No, he's mine
Cyclonus: Mine
Scavenger: Mine
Cyclonus: MINE!!
Scavenger: Noo, he's MINE!!!
It was then that Squwables tore in half, making both Cyclonus and Scavenger fall to the ground with half of Squwables each. It was soo funny to watch, they both looked down at the torn toy and then, exactly at the same time, the both burst out screaming and crying. It was SO funny!
Oh, gotta go now. Important work to hand in chuckles
Hotshot
Hotshot then sent the e-mail and signed off. Chuckling quietly to himself as he started to pick up his papers, and then walking out with them once he had them all neatly stacked. The mech bearly even knew of the other in his room that was recording everything, even the stray "Pick the Nose" moment which had happened when he was stuck on a spelling mistake.
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So everyone, I hope you like it. Sorry if it isn't as good as my first chapters, but I just have to get back into the swing of it. Winks Flames are welcome for both the bad chapter and the long wait, but the only thing they give me is intergestion. () Oh and I need a few ideas for future chapters, I'm kinda running low on them ()"
Damon: Pops in and tackles/flies into TB's face You cut me off god dammit!!
TB: Hehe, gotta go. See you later ppls and please review. Runs away with the little demon hot (literally HOT) on her tail Ahhhh
P.S. Red Alert has just recently retired during the fic and I have now got a "vertically challenged" demon partner to make you all happy ()
TorikaBlayde: Hello ppls, guess who's back?! Whisper Soo late, I was planing my revenge for Red, and at last, he finally got what he deserves. Hahahaha () I've also got my TBD back () Dances around happily
Red Alert: Walks in covered in bandages. He had heard everything except for the last bit Geez I don't know . . . Who's back Tor-
TB: Glares at Red Alert and growls
Red Alert: Sees TB's glare and hears her growl Hehe, TB
TB: I am you big piece of walking junk metal!!!
Red Alert: Sor-ry if I forgot, and anyways, who would remember anything after they've been the prime target of attacks from your TBD. I swear . . .
TB: Don't swear, it only gets you into trouble. () An unnaturally happy look crosses her face
Red Alert: Point taken; anyways, I guarantee you scrambled up a few of my circuits. I'm still surprised I can walk and talk.
TB: Unnaturally happy look still on her face, but added with a huge grin Well, that's what happens when you mess with me ()
Red Alert: Well at least you're not on a hallucinational sugar high now. Wipes forehead thankfully
TB: You never know ()
Red Alert: (o.Ô) All mighty god; please, please have mercy on my poor pitiful soul Starts to pray and beg
TB: Hehe, I made Red Alert loony. Starts to dance around in circles, singing. Loony, loony, loopy Red. She then stops suddenly I don't own anything that you know of, I only own the things you haven't. Oh and thankyou for the reviews, I loved them.
CodeRed73- To get one thing straight. I love Red too, but what's that saying again. . . Ah yes, I remember now! () You always hurt the ones you love, and plus, I think his too layed back, so a few hits in the head should set the bot straight. Oh and one of your guesses was right ()
Steph . R & Steph- With Starscream and the pencils, it was the only thing I could think of at that moment (which was 12.00 at night), and plus, it's better than him being scared out of his wits or something else worse. I also love him to bits, so I couldn't do anything else. And to Steph Cowers in fear Please, please don't hurt me!
Oh and to everyone else – Thankyou very much for reviewing, you have all made my day, erm, um, break. () Sorry it took sooo long to put this up, but not only did I have major writers block, but my parents took off the Internet, AND the skool blocked fanfiction.net. Why do all these things happen to mee!? Sighs Anyways, good news now, I have the net back and I'm ready to type, soo. . . onwards to the story!!! ()
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Meeting Squwables
==' Where we left off '==
"Oh. Um, well, to the e-mail."
"Oh yeah! Who'd he send it to?"
"You wouldn't believe it! He sent it to . . . . . ."
==' Now on with the fic '==
I I I I I I I v
((Sorry! () Still keeping you in suspense ()))
I I I I I v
"You wouldn't believe it! He sent it to Hotshot!" Zacks face was that of a person who was unbelievably shocked, much was the same with Tori, basically, she had the Pop 'n Drop (My creation: eyes pop out and jaw drops. The Pop 'n Drop) going on. He watched on, trying to keep a straight face (who would?), but in another 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 seconds, he was gone; bursting into a fit of laughter.
"He, WHAT!!!" The girl screamed, now pacing the hall. "This is no good, I thought Hotshot would have been the last, oh no, this spoils my plan like way big time. And you," She glares down at the face of Zack. "Shut up!"
Zack stopped laughing, his face red with holding his breath. Tori quirked an eyebrow at this, but only succeeded in Zack bursting out into more laughter. "Stop it!" She yelled, but the only answer she got were more hysterics.
Sighing, she shut the com-link and ended the transmission, she then turned down the hall and smiled. "Onwards to my next victim." The girl cried out happily and started to skip down the hall towards Hotshot's quarters.
Hotshot walked down the long, large and maybe dangerous hall, his heavy footfalls the only thing you could hear until he stopped and turned around. Was it just him, or could he hear these strange sound floating over from down the hall. He shrugged, turning back around. Must have been his imagination.
Continuing on with his walking, whistling a tune he had heard on his radio, he was almost to his quarters, well, that was until the howl of pain and the cluttering of metal soon reached his audios. Sighing the yellow mech turned around and looked towards the source of the sound, his eyes growing wider and wider. It was none other than Sideswipe, rushing up to meet him, screaming bloody murder all the way; Hotshot tried to dodge him, but as he did Sideswipe collided into him, sending them both onto the floor in a heap.
"Agh, Sideswipe! What is it with you!?" Hotshot screamed from below the dog- pile Sideswipe had made.
A sheepish grin crossed the other mech's face as he scratched his head. "Ah, sorry bro. I didn't see you there." He grinned.
"Of corse you didn't!" Hotshot screamed again, trying to squirm out. "You were too busy with insulting your invisible friend!" He finally shoved Sideswipe off him.
"Was not."
"You were to!" The yellow mech shouted and then looked down at his extremely large watch. "Oh man, I gotta go. I'm late for handing in my paperwork." With that Hotshot picked himself up from the steel floor and started to run down the hallway Sideswipe had just come from, he then looked back at the sorry heap of Sideswipe. "Ah, I'll see you later Sideswipe." He called, and then turned forward. "Maybe when you're a little saner." He then disappeared around a corner.
Sideswipe watched as Hotshot disappeared, he had missed his last words, but anyways. He slowly stood up from the floor and shook himself off, he then started down the hall in the opposite direction, unaware of what might happen to Hotshot.
Hotshot ran the rest of the way to his quarters, he was late, oh so late. Nothing else interesting happened in the halls, unless of course if you count a random guest appearance by none other than Hotshot's twin cousin. Ignoring this, Hotshot continued towards his room, once reaching his quarter's door, he said his magical password: "Chocolate is my friend" and the door swooshed open.
Entering, the mech then walked over to his clustered desk and picked up his large stack of papers. As if right on cue, his computer then chimed: "You've got mail", scaring the poor bot into throwing up all his papers.
Glaring at the screen, he walked over and double-clicked on the small envelope. Sitting down on his large swivel chair, Hotshot then read the e- mail.
The first time – No reaction
The second time – Still no reaction
The third time – He was squirming in his chair
The forth time – He was chuckling now and then
And the fifth time – He burst out into uncontrollable laughter, falling off his chair and started to roll around the room, scattering his paperwork even more.
5 Minutes Later
"Ahahahahaha." Smashes into something. "Owie. . . Ahahahahahaa."
This happened for about half an hour, until of corse, he ran into something else and started a fresh new wave of laughter.
((Damon: O-kay. Rolls eyes at the bots stupidity
TB: It's not like you are any saner. Rolls her own eyes
Damon: What did you say!? (Imagine saying that in a very high pitched voice after sucking in a few helium balloons, that is what he'll sound like ())
TB: Nothing, nothing at all. Now on with the story.
Damon: I know you sa-))
Anyways, when Hotshot finally got over his fit.
Hotshot is still rolling around.
I said, when Hotshot finally got over his fit!!
Hotshot stops and stands up, his hands behind his head. "Hehe, didn't hear you the first time."
Sighs and rolls eyes
After Hotshot finally got off the floor, he then walked back to his computer. Sitting back into his chair, he then looked around the room, a sly smile spreading across his face as he turned back around and clicked on the reply button.
He then started to type. . .
Dear whomever,
I remember that time as clear as a bell, of corse, it's me of course. Chuckles
Anyway, right now I'd be typing up a list of my favourite songs from then, but I've decided otherwise. Instead a more interesting story came into my tiny mind, and therefore I will start this story now.
I was a warm and sunny day, a first for all our beginnings. That day was our first show and tell ever and so everyone bought their favourite toy or, in Red Alert's case, a whole computer hard drive. Well anyways, amid all the toys from our favourite show Cybertron Street, was Scavenger's lovable soft toy teddy bear which he had named Squwables.
It was funny how it started, first we all introduced our toys and as Scavenger introduced Squwables, it was then that the commotion started.
I will now retype the incident as how I saw it.
Cyclonus: Hey look, it's Mr Twinkle Bear Cackles
Scavenger: Growls His name is Squwables, NOT Mr Twinkle Bear!
It was then that the verbal fight between us Autobots and the Decepticons started up. The verbal fight soon turned into fists and then into throwing projectiles and of corse firepower.
But what was funny about it, was that that Scavenger and Cyclonus were standing in the middle of it all, one arm and leg of Squwables in their own hands, fighting over the soft toy.
Cyclonus: He's mine
Scavenger: No, he's mine
Cyclonus: Mine
Scavenger: Mine
Cyclonus: MINE!!
Scavenger: Noo, he's MINE!!!
It was then that Squwables tore in half, making both Cyclonus and Scavenger fall to the ground with half of Squwables each. It was soo funny to watch, they both looked down at the torn toy and then, exactly at the same time, the both burst out screaming and crying. It was SO funny!
Oh, gotta go now. Important work to hand in chuckles
Hotshot
Hotshot then sent the e-mail and signed off. Chuckling quietly to himself as he started to pick up his papers, and then walking out with them once he had them all neatly stacked. The mech bearly even knew of the other in his room that was recording everything, even the stray "Pick the Nose" moment which had happened when he was stuck on a spelling mistake.
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So everyone, I hope you like it. Sorry if it isn't as good as my first chapters, but I just have to get back into the swing of it. Winks Flames are welcome for both the bad chapter and the long wait, but the only thing they give me is intergestion. () Oh and I need a few ideas for future chapters, I'm kinda running low on them ()"
Damon: Pops in and tackles/flies into TB's face You cut me off god dammit!!
TB: Hehe, gotta go. See you later ppls and please review. Runs away with the little demon hot (literally HOT) on her tail Ahhhh
P.S. Red Alert has just recently retired during the fic and I have now got a "vertically challenged" demon partner to make you all happy ()