[Authors note: I felt this might be needed, 'Vendor' aka: Mountain dew earth born cybertronian. He's like a baby when it comes to understanding humanity, because ever since Mission city he has been hiding out, getting money fed into him and not giving people there soda's. So! Earth Newb!
Alright, EverAfter-OUT!
Ps, dun own this except my oc's and Venders name…and his personality.]
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Chapter one: Out of Order.
It had had that label upon it for more than three months now.
A symbol of its failure in its position as a Soda-Machine. And why no one ever went through the process of fixing the thing or prying it open to see what was clogging the dispenser was anyone's guess. Seeing as it was as if it didn't exist on a normal day.
No one ever bothering to give a second glance to it or pay much attention at all to the machine as it sat idle and alone, with only the water bottle dispenser as company. The large poster the art class having throw together to let everyone know that it did not work plastered to its face.
"Out of Order"
Scrawled across the sheet and painted over to give it that flair of life so the high-school students would pay head to the warning. But, it still seemed the teenage brain was capable of ignoring most signs and would still put their money in the machine and pray that it would give them the drink they would request.
When it didn't they would mope like most and then press the button to get their money back. And of course, as always. It didn't return it.
It had been named 'The Gobbler' or 'Money Thief' by some of the more adventurous freshman. 'Stupid *Insert bad word here*' by some of the upper classmen and of course 'The Tarded Vender' by the seniors.
Even a few had gone as far as to quickly scribble the names upon the white sheet of paper serving as a warning or go as far as to defile the machine itself and etch or write with sharpie things their parents would shake their heads at.
However, whoever seemed to pay enough attention would realize about a day or two after their little messages would be gone. At least the ones upon the machine itself, even if they had engraved them into the sides on their breaks or when they played hooky. But of course who really paid that much attention to a machine with the label "Out Of Order."
No one… and that was how it was and had always been. And appeared as if it would still be. The humans ignoring the thing until one would try and fail to get what it was supposed to give them.
So, of course no one seemed to pay much attention to the boy pressing the flat, pristine, new dollar to the lips of the machines mouth to maybe appease it and let him have a soda. Waiting eagerly to see if he would be some magical exception to the curse this machine was.
It whirred, chinked and make noises a normal soda-machine usually didn't make. Making the boy just blinked, take a healthy step back and watch as it light up with the lights informing you that the dollar had been accepted.
However this was also normal, as if the thing seemed to enjoy teasing the teens with the prospect that it might just be working!
The only thing different about this time was the sudden can of coca-cola that shot from the front of the machine and exploded at the boys feet, spinning and spewing the fizzy, brown liquid all over the place and making him do a dance that was rather entertaining to watch.
At least to Lena. Lifting her head from the note book she had been dabbling inside and tearing her mind away from the notes to watch the laughing stalk the poor boy had become. Pant legs having been unable to escape the arsenal of soda. Eyes wide with shock and his current pose one of a person who had been trying to avoid gunfire.
Her view was quickly obscured however when a crowed of teens on their lunch break surrounded the boy to ask him what happened and how he had gotten the accursed thing to work. Standing up from her position on the far end of the gyms bleachers and leaving her lunch on the seat in front of her to watch him shrug and try to explain that he didn't know.
It would have made her giggle in silent amusement if she didn't realize with a bit of a haunted air. That machine was out of order.