As a little author's note, I would like to say one thing:
GK! I blame you for why my chapter isn't getting done! You breed PLOT BUNNIES!
Walking down the hall of the Nemesis, Knockout breathed out a tired sigh. He was bored.
Extremely bored.
And that was never a good thing.
Normally, he would be fixing Vehicons or Starscream (Megatron breaks him nearly every day, so he got to see Screamer's lovely face every day). Unfortunately, he didn't have anyone to fix. Then, he would normally pester Breakdown, but he couldn't even do that! Breakdown was off on Earth, fighting that lug head Bulkhead or something. I did not mean to make that rhyme… Bulkhead the lug head… Oh Primus, I am losing my mind….
Shaking his helm, he continued along the hallway. He could be down on the surface with Breakdown, but he had opted to stay, not wanting to risk his paintjob. That was before knowing he had no patients and nothing to do…
He sighed in exasperation, about to yell some profanity, but then he noticed a sound from down the hallway. It seemed intriguing, so he decided to investigate.
Silently approaching a doorway, he heard the faint sounds of a pulsing hum. His optic ridges scrunched together. These doors should be practically soundproof…. Leaning closer, he tries to make out the sound, but its muffled. Deciding to throw stealth out the window—Because honestly, who expects Knockout to be stealthy?— he simply pressed the button on the side of the door to see what was inside.
He could feel his optic begin to twitch at the sight.
"~Oh Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind… Hey Mickey! Hey, hey, hey Mickey! Hey, hey!~"
Knockout stared, slack jawed at the mech before him who continued to dance and sing along to this Primus forsaken Earth song, completely unaware of the audience.
"~Oh Mickey, what a pity you don't understand. You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand.~"
The mech swung his hips, optics closed as the music continued to blare on.
"~Oh Mickey, you're so pretty, can't you understand. It's guys like you Mickey.~"
Knockout stood in shocked and stunned silence. But what could he say?
"~Oh, what you do Mickey, do Mickey.~"
It's not everyday that someone stumbles across their gladiator warlord singing a feminine Earth song while dancing and swinging his hips.
"~Don't break my heart, Mic—~"
This was the point where Megatron had turned and saw Knockout standing in the doorway. They both stared at each other for a while, the song still playing, before the warlord finally made a sound, soon followed by Knockout.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
The screaming still going on, Megatron quickly turned and shot the poor speaker system to his side with his plasma cannon. Both mechs stopped yelling and stared awkwardly.
"So….." Megatron began.
"So indeed…" Knockout continued.
Another moment of silent staring. "What do you want—"
"I'm going racing," Knockout responds bluntly. "Actually, I'm going racing whenever I want for the next three months."
"Agreed."
More silent staring. "Well then," Knockout begins. "I guess I will be going."
"That would be wise," Megatron agrees, still too embarrassed to threaten him.
Knockout begins to walk away, but just before he leaves, he adds with a sly smirk, "By the way, my Lord, you have wonderful hips."
Laughing to himself as he walked away, Knockout couldn't stop thinking of the look of shock on the warlord's face before he fainted on the floor.
I am sooooo fragged in the head. I blame you, GK.
