Chapter 9: Fright Night - Part 1
It wasn't super glue covering the corridor.
Wheeljack was experimenting with a substance about twenty times stronger, hence why it took four and a half days to get everybody unstuck. Nobody asked why he had it. Nobody really wanted to know. They were all terrified, though.
The Twins were pretty much hunkered down in their quarters when not on duty after that. Occasionally, one could be seen slinking out the door in the wee hours of the morning to get some Energon, though never both at the same time. In one particularly memorable security video, Sunstreaker dived out of view into a storage room as Blaster turned onto that hallway. He literally hopped out two minutes later with a bucket on his foot, a few rags hanging off his audialfins, and cleaner fluids dripping down his frame. There was no audio, but one could tell what unkind things he was saying.
(Someone had made a poster of the frame shot, which sold ten credits a pop.)
Unfortunately for the Twins, Halloween was around the corner.
So when the command staff called a meeting to discuss that year's activities, they had to be literally dragged out of their room, all the while being assured nothing would happen. Considering it was Jazz that was doing the reassuring, it didn't mean much to them. They sat in the back of the room, optics darting around, expecting to be attacked at any moment. Hoist and Grapple, the only two that they allowed near them, tried exceptionally hard not to laugh. They failed. Miserably.
Prowl, ignoring the ruckus from the duo, just continued on.
"Everybody, watch your high-grade intake. We don't want another incident like New Year's." He paused a moment and looked up from the 'pad. "How did you get Grimlock on top of the Empire State Building, anyhow? All the Aerialbots were passed out by then. And he was too overcharged to climb."
"I'm pretty sure I saw Skywarp flying around," Hound piped up. "He was, heh, really tipsy. Kept screaming something about...purple people eaters, I think?"
"I love that song!" Silence. Even Jazz looked shocked. Perceptor looked around. "What?" More silence. "Oh, frag off, all of you. I don't question your choice in music. Don't question mine." He crossed his arms, grumbling something about "funny" and "a classic."
"Right. Uh. Moving on." Prowl glanced at the 'pad again. "There's going to be a ten o'clock curfew. It's for your own good," he said over a loud boo coming from the middle row. "While we have excellent relations with the humans, their rescue teams do not appreciate having to be called when one of us does something stupid. Case in point, Grimlock."
"But that wasn't us!"
"Moving on!" He glared at the speaker. "Oh. Actually, I think that's it." Ignoring the "FINALLY!" from the back left, he turned to Prime. "Anything to add, Sir?"
"I know this is going to be asking a lot for some of you," a pointed look to the front row, "but keep the pranks to a minimum. I know it's Halloween, but tone it down a notch, will you?" A collective "Yes, Sir!" rang out. Prowl didn't believe it for a second. "All right. That's everything. Dismissed!"
"Remember the curfew!" Prowl shouted after the main force as they left.
They all ignored the curfew.
Rule #10 - Ding dong ditch is for human children.
Rule #11 - Whoever brought that hundred pound jack-o'-lantern in needs to get it off my desk. I do not appreciate the near-system failure it gave me. I am too old for this. - Optimus Prime
Rule #11b You're only as old as Smokescreen and Wheeljack, Prime. I'M the old one. And the same goes for my bunk. - Ironhide
Rule #11c - Ours too. - Smokescreen and Bluestreak
Rule #11d - You aren't funny. - the Minibots
Rule #11e - Whoever stole the chemical used to get the pumpkins that big needs to bring it back to my lab NOW. Seriously. It's not safe. - Wheeljack.
Rule #12 - For the last time, watch your high-grade intake. You're all grown mechs. Act like it, or I won't look away next time.
Rule #12b - That was a hell of a party. By the way, Grimlock's on another building. We need help getting him down. - Tracks
Rule #12c - Correction - THEM. Slag's with him. - Blaster
I know this is lazy. But at least it's an update...?
Also...I AM SO SORRY! IT'S BEEN 84 YEARS BUT I'M BACK!
The original chapter 9 was taking too long, and I realized that it was too similar to another story I'd read. Had to change it.
*high-grade - fanon word for their version of alcohol. (It may be used in the books, but they're basically published fan fiction, so...) They're robots...don't know how they can get drunk, but okay.
*overcharged - drunk, obviously
The "Fright Night" parts will be the only "holiday" chapters.