Chapter 12

"Well, Optimus is very, very pissed off at you, so why don't you stay with me?" MISCrasyaboutfanfics said to Elita as they walked into the room. "You can be my older sister's car, I"ll have someone around to answer questions until Arcee gets back."

"I'll think about it. Where's Barricade?" the femme asked.

He then drove in. "Sorry I'm late; Soundwave was looking for someone else to blackmail and I didn't want to be it so I got the pit out of here." He said. "And you're only supposed to fight with me outside, Autobot."

"Fair enough, let's see what the questions are." Elita replied, trying to keep her composure. She really, really didn't want to do this. "These are from Soundwave0107."

Grindor: Well, Ironhide and Swipe are ** off at my visit, but I don't care. Anyway, PEaches, if Optimus ever demanded your face, what would u do?
Breakaway: And Barri, by nee-naw, I meant your police sirens. And who is your favourtie Decepticon, to both of you.
Grindor: Hey, Barri. I have two kids. How many do YOU have? :P

"Well, I like my police sirens!" Barricade shouted. "No, I don't have any kids."

"Who is Peaches?" Elita asked.

"I am." Peaches replied, walking in her human form, then transforming to robot mode. "you know, one of us needs a color change since we're both orange. No way in hell would I give Optimus my face! Yeah, he's leader and everything but I have my limits on who I listen to."

"Okay, next questions are from Transformers101."

YOU DON'T KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN?!
Can you tell me where he lives?

Optimus: yeah, sorry, Elita, but I'm not very happy your alive again...don't think I don't know you were cheating on me.
Me: you tell her Optimus!
Optimus: no, I'm done...I said what I wanted to say.
Me: no funner. Anyways, have you ever had your arm reattached to your head?
Optimus: that was a stupid question. how many mechs did you screw when you were cheating on me?
Me: it is NOT. and your never going to let that go, are you?
Optimus: no, I'm not.
Prowl: you should.
Me: oh hi Prowler!
Prowl: I have a few questions. In the intelligence department who do you think would win? and who would you pair who with?
Me: one more-
Sideswipe: ever played any pranks?
Me: alright, one more-
Jazz: do ya still like to dance? *starts dancing*
Me: NO MORE QUESTIONS!

Everyone: ...
Me: high-grade for Elite and whoever else is there and this really good fruit punch for MISCrasyaboutfanfics.

"Fine, I'll take the fruit punch." the human teen said. "but I do have this to say; none of us have ever had an arm reattached to our heads, she thinks she has the same amount of intelligence as most Autobots and doesn't want to pair with anybody, Elita says only one and no she has never pulled any pranks and hasn't danced before! And, I am very sorry but Shadow pelase don't bite me for this"-she paused-"but Eltia says she's perfectly fine with being single and is only apologizing once, not 25 times like I had to do to Arcee! And she's staying at my house-if she wants to!!!!!!!"

"MISCrasyaboutfanfics, what are you doing?" Peaches asked.

"Yelling at them because I don't know what else to do and I didn't know what the heck happened otherwise I wouldn't have brought her back with this piece of the AllSpark!!"

"Piece of the Allspark? Give me that!" Barricade shouted.

"No!" the human fan fiction author shouted back. "Anyway Optimus, you better forgive me for not knowing that stuff otherwise you're not my favorite Autobot anymore!!!"

MISCrasyaboutfanfics ran out, muttering curses in human and Cybertronian, with Peaches just shrugging. "So, was it really only one mech that was screwed?"

"Yes." Elita replied, feeling guilty.

"Hey Soundwave, is she telling the truth?" Barricade called out.

Soundwave had arrived, then said "Afirmattive."

"Good, that's all we need to know, hey are you going to stay here since MISCrasyaboutfanfics is pissed off and isn't coming back to help us and what not?" Peaches asked.

"Negative."

"How could you leave me with these two annoying femmes?!" Barricade called out. "Honestly, it's not tempting to screw them because I don't feel that way about them."

"He just thinks we're stupid." the Pretender said sighing. "Now MISCrasyaboutfanfics is crying in the next room muttering stuff about 'forgot they're dfferent than their G1 counterparts' and some other stuff and she's trying to smash the walls and isn't being very successful. Also, if you send questions, please tell her to stop this stupid stuff. I can't worry Ratchet anymore when he's trying to take care of Flareup and Arcee!"

Soundwave changed his mind and decided to stay. After all, how bad could answering a few questions be?

"Now I really need the high grade." Elita muttered to herself, as she started on it.

A few hours later, she was out on the couch after a violent rampage.

"Peaches, stop typing!" Barricade said. "This chapter's over!"

"Sorry. I'm just getting very bored." the Pretender replied...