Another music meme. I was on a bit of a nightcore kick at the time of writing this. To be honest, I'm still mostly listening to nightcore versions of songs. Also, I have a question for you all, my readers. Let me know your answer in a PM or a review.

Would you read a oneshot series, like this, centered on OCs?


1. This is Halloween – Nightcore version

Jazz grinned as he plunged the dagger into his target's sparkplating after ripping it brutally open. This was fun, exciting. He'd never tired of the dance. He cackled as he jumped off the berth and darted through the room to the small chamber hidden behind a bookshelf. There, in a small berth, he found his quarry and picked up its tiny frame.

"I am the shadow on the moon at night," he crooned to his little darling, the energon on his servos transferring to its body as he cradled it to his chest. With one last look to the greying frame on the larger berth in the room behind him, he darted out the window into the shadows.

2. Calling All the Monsters – Nightcore version

His steps were positively perky as he danced through the battle. He twirled and fell backward to avoid both a bullet and a sword aiming at his chest. "Gonna have to try harder than that!" he giggled crazily, deploying his own blades and slicing through a couple Autobots' neck cables.

"Haunting you!" he sang quietly as he pushed off another Autobot's body, using it like a launch pad. "Not screaming?" he asked. "I'll make you," another giggle escaped him, "Ya should fear the Demon, after all."

As he turned the corner into the Autobot base, he came face to face with a pretty black and white Praxian. "Well, 'ello there!"

3. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid – Nightcore version

His hips swung as he calmly trotted through the base, calm despite the song blaring through the hacked speaker system and the mechs running around in chaos around him. "Don't run from me!" he chirped with a frown. When a mech popped up behind him, he twirled immediately and plunged a dagger between the mech's optics, killing him cleverly with that one stroke.

"Halt!" shouted a mech, Praxian by the subharmonics.

Jazz turned.

4. Every Time We Touch – Nightcore version

Cautiously, Prowl approached the Decepticon sitting and humming on the ledge. He couldn't clearly hear the words the smaller mech was singing, but he could tell it was upbeat. Never mind that, though.

"What do you want?" he asked the creature.

"Aww, don't be like that, darlin'!" crooned the smaller as he leaned back. His visor flashed between red, blue, and pink before settling on black. "I just wanna chat. Don't tell me you don't like me?"

"You are an insane mecha who has killed many of my comrades; I would be crazier than you to trust you."

"Yet you're here anyway, darling, and alone at that." The soft smile almost made the smaller seem normal. Almost.

5. Hurry Up and Save Me – Nightcore version

Jazz hummed softly from where he was strung up in Shockwave's lab. The scientist's pet Praxian, a femme named Sparkwing, occasionally checked on him to make sure he wasn't about to keel over, but other than that, he hadn't had much contact with others for a long while. At least, it felt like a long while, but he didn't know, given that his chronometer had been broken.

"Your friends are here," boredly announced the femme in the corner as she hid behind a panel in the wall.

Jazz perked up, watching with a rev of his engine as his mate prowled through the door and quickly undid his chains.

"We're leaving. Now," growled his possessive mate.

"Of course, love," he crooned back.

"Mine."

6. Bruises and Bitemarks – Nightcore version

Jazz stretched eagerly, at least while the chains were off his frame. He stood up from his berth and trotted to his kitchen, where his love was waiting for him. His love's bright optics followed his swaying hips with rapt attention as he danced to an unheard song.

As he drank a cube of energon from the counter, he felt his love come up behind him. Jazz shivered and moaned as his audio horn was stroked and growled against.

"My love," he keened, desiring the things his love gave to him.

7. random drabble I decided to stuff here

Autobot rescue teams were combing through the wreckage of Praxus when they heard it-an awful, terrified scream that echoed across the destroyed city.

The depressed tactician who was coordinating the whole thing perked up at the sound and peeked out of the tent he was being forced to rest in. He knew that wail. Within moments, he was darting out of the tent and sprinting towards the source of the sound, able to track it expertly and familiarly.

He didn't care to listen to the panicked shouts for him to stop, only cared that he had to get to the mech who was screeching.

'I'm coming, darling, I'm coming,' he thought with dim optics and lowered wings.

8. Angel with a Shotgun – Nightcore version

He fumed silently as he nearly flew towards the Decepticon about the harm his Charge. "Don't you dare!" he shouted as he pulled a blade out of his subspace and locked it with the Decepticon's.

Prowl's optics shuttered as he saw the gleaming crystals chiming angrily on the small mecha's back. Wasn't that fascinating? He didn't have time to think of that! Quickly he stood up and drew a blade of his own off of his frame to help his savior kill the 'Con.

After they'd dispatched him, he turned to the other mech. "Who are you? Why did you help me?" he questioned quickly.

"Call me Maisuta; I'm your Guardian Angel."

9. My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne

Jazz sighs softly as he sways back and forth in his room, immersing himself wirelessly in the music playing from his computer. He closes his optics and shuts down his visor as he starts belting out the lyrics, not caring if his creators hear him, and entirely uncaring if the guests they are expecting arrive while he's at it.

"All the things you hide from me~!" he twirls and clasps his servos behind his back, swaying backwards so gracefully. He doesn't hear the door to his room open and even if he had he wouldn't have cared. "You were everything, everything that I wanted!"

His servos clutch over his spark as he falls back onto his berth, tears escaping from his closed optics as his voice softens at the end of the song.

"Beautiful."

10. Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne

Jazz tapped his digits to a beat only he could hear as he bobbed his helm back and forth, his optics closed and visor retracted for once in his life. He smiled as he listened to the murmurs of conversation around him, the Praxians in their city somewhat uncomfortable with him. He was a halfbreed after all, with Kaonite and Praxian heritage but somehow looking like a Polyhexian save for the sensory panels sticking out of his back.

His visor flicked over his face as he opened his optics to glance around. He stood up to head to his class quickly, a jaunty bounce in his step as he settled a smirk onto his face and sauntered through the halls.

He waved at a black and white pair of Praxians when they smiled at him, the only Praxians to do so.