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15. Hot Shot's Diner
Well, this looks more like the Megatron's room I remember from a few years back, Demolisher thought as he looked around the Decepticon leader's 'throne room' that Optimus had kindly let Megatron claim as his when the Decepticon leader was in Iacon. Dents covered the walls of the room, along with several noticable spots where patched metal easily stood out. Near the wall furthest from the door, was a huge chair with the Decepticon symbol clearly engraved near the top. Sitting on the chair was Megatron, looking as annoyed as he usually did when there wasn't anyone nearby to yell at for any practical reason.
"Where's Starscream when you need someone to keep you occupied with a challenge?" the Decepticon leader sighed, still irritated about the fact that Starscream had chosen to stay behind somewhere, wherever that ended up being. Demolisher edged a little further away from Megatron, not wanting to take Starscream's place as a challenge. Beside him, Cyclonus giggled to himself quietly, completely unaware of what was going on since it had nothing to do with destroying something, as usual.
"BE SILENT, CYCLONUS!" Megatron roared without warning, making the both of them jump and snap to attention.
"Yes sir!" Cyclonus said, saluting to Megatron so hard that he fell over.
"Idiot," the Decepticon leader growled at him before glaring at Demolisher. "Get him out of here. And stay out yourself."
"Yes, Megatron," Demolisher replied. Pulling Cyclonus to his feet, they both hurried out the door...
"Hehehehehehehehe..."
"Be quiet, Cyclonus."
"Hahahahhah... hmhmhmhmhmhm..."
"..." Demolisher stepped around a small bot racing down the street.
"BWAhahahahahahahaha!"
"Cyclonus!" Demolisher said warningly.
"Sorry, Demmy. -hic-... I hate -hic- hiccups..." Cyclonus gave up trying to stop laughing. " I can't help it, Demmy..." he whined before giggling again. His friend sighed.
"I should've known you can't stop..."
"Can we go visit Shot-ie's diner?" Cyclonus asked.
"..." Demolisher gave him an odd look.
"What? Did I say something weird again?" Cyclonus snickered.
"Why can't you just call people by their real names?"
"Hmmm," Cyclonus said thoughtfully. "I don't know," he said a moment later, shrugging.
"That didn't take long for you to figure out."
"Awww, come on, Demmy! Why doya have to be so mean?"
"I'm a Decepticon," Demolisher reminded him.
"Oh yeah... hehehehehe... So can we?"
"I guess," Demolisher said slowly, not wanting to admit to that he wanted to talk to Hot Shot too. Sure Cyclonus was good for a laugh or two, but the little random bits of insane giggles got a little annoying after awhile. Besides, Demolisher thought, Hot Shot makes a really mean batch of cookies.
"YAY!" Cyclonus shouted, thrusting both of his hands into the air victoriously. "Snickerdoodles beware!" He let out an insane laugh before racing down the street.
"Figures he was thinking about the cookies," Demolisher muttered as he followed the copter.
Hot Shot's resturaunt was located on the edge of the city park, which was halfway in between the Decepticon 'base' and the Autobot Command Center. It was a realitively small, white and blue building, constantly busy with Autobots and Decepticons alike going in and out. Small bots would run in from the park with five credits and come out with a cookie, occasionally two if they were quick enough to get past Hot Shot's fast hand that quickly protected the plate that was constantly half-empty on the counter. Mother femmebots would walk past with their children, and tell them that they couldn't eat there today, all the while eyeing the door and trying to tell themselves the same thing. Most of them ended up coming in anyways.
Being the fastest Transformer on the planet, only closely-matched by his friends, Override and Blurr, Hot Shot was the only cook in the resteraunt, constantly running between the oven, to the stove, to the register, and back to the oven again. Only a few times during the day was he able to stop and get a rest from running around the place. That was when his friends came in to talk with him, usually ordering the same, simple thing they had every time they came in so he wouldn't be very rushed about getting what they wanted, and could spend some time talking to them as well. Now was one of those slow times in the diner.
In the process of wiping down the counter, he heard them coming from a few cityblocks away. Who wouldn't recognize that insane laugh? Hot Shot stuck another tray of cookies into the oven. The only reason Cyclonus would come was if Demolisher was with him or he just wanted to get on a energon/sugar high- not that Cyclonus needed help to get that. Sure enough, a few minutes later Cyclonus ran in, giggling madly like he normally did and bounded right up to the counter. Demolisher came in a moment later.
"Cookies!" Cyclonus snickered at the blue-yellow Autobot.
"Hi, Cyclonus," Hot Shot said, not suprised at all. He gestured to the spare plate of Snickerdoodle-flavored energon cookies on the counter.
"You heard me coming, didn'tcha?" Cyclonus looked dissappointed.
"Who wouldn't hear you coming?" Demolisher growled, coming over as well.
"That's true," the copter giggled before snatching a cookie off the plate. Hot Shot laughed.
"One would think you wouldn't need cookies, Cyclonus," he commented.
"COOKIES!" Cyclonus howled sharply, picking up the entire plate and heading to a booth in the resturaunt, chuckling to himself the whole way. Demolisher shook his head.
"I think he's addicted to your cookies, Hot Shot."
"I think he's addicted to himself, sometimes," Hot Shot replied. Demolisher couldn't help but laugh at that. "It comes close, that's for sure," he agreed.
"So, what's been happening recently?"
"Starscream," Demolisher sighed. "Megatron's still angry about the fact that he's not here."
"Starscream got delayed," Hot Shot picked up a cookie from his own plate and took a bite out of it. Swallowing it, he continued on, "His brothers didn't want him to... uh... leave..."
"Oh..." Demolisher picked up one of the cookies and examined it. "Do you know when he'll be back?"
"Nope."
"I hope it's soon. Before Megatron decides to use us as entertainment," Demolisher commented. Deciding the cookie in his hand was safe, he took a bite out of it, careful not to let any crumbs get into his fingers.
"You can always give him thirty credits and send him here," Hot Shot suggested. Demolisher snickered. "I don't think he's been here."
"Actually, he has. Starscream and Optimus dragged him in here a few months ago. Megatron's been coming every week since."
"Really?" Demolisher asked in suprise.
"Yeah. It's kind of funny... He tries to sneak in, but everyone recognizes him anyways," Hot Shot laughed. "You should see him..."
"I'd ask to go with him if I wasn't scared that he'll decide to have me for dinner instead..."
Hot Shot laughed again. "You'd just have to worry about him not eating you before he gets here. I'll give you a box of cookies for free to take with you to make sure he doesn't eat you on the way back."
Demolisher smiled at him. "Maybe I'll try that next week then. When does he usually come?""Thursdays. It's the least busiest here then, so there's less people to see him come in. He found that out on the third or fourth week."
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Hot Shot."
"No prob. Enjoy those cookies... If Cyclonus hasn't eaten them all by now, that is."
"I'll drag him back home and wring his neck if he has," Demolisher said with a playful smile at Hot Shot to let the Autobot know he was kidding.
"You'd be doing the world a favor," Hot Shot told him before turning to see Optimus come in.
"Usual maple flavored donut-bar, Optimus?"
"Actually, if you aren't too busy..."
"Since when am I ever too busy for you?" Hot Shot grinned at him. "So it's not the donut today, then. What would you like instead?"
"You wouldn't happen to have a spare batch of cookies that I could take with me, would you?" Optimus asked. Behind him, Demolisher and Cyclonus stared.
"I guess we aren't the only ones who like's Hot Shot's cookies," Demolisher noted as Hot Shot turned to get a box. Cyclonus giggled madly again...
Optimsuprimus001: There... happy now?
Shiori: YEP! (does a small dance) But I wasn't in this chapter, So now I want you to post chapter 16 now too... (sigh) I can't win them all...
Optimusprimus001: ... Its a never-ending request, isn't it? (howls to the other writers in the world) HOW CAN YOU WRITE STORIES THAT ARE 65CHAPTERS LONG?.!...
Shiori: um... patience and persistance?
Optimusprimus001: ... You aren't helping...
Shoiri: Sorry... (runs off to find Starscream)
