Disclaimer: I do not own them.
A/N: A bunny that I adopted a long, long time ago. If you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to tell me.
Chapter 4: Feeding
Megatron's second rule was very unfair. How was he supposed to get the energon when he placed it too far out of his grasp?
Shockwave had tried jumping to it, but he only ended up tiring. He tried escalating to it, but there were no good holds and he always ended up slipping. He thought of throwing something at it and see if he could knock it over, but he was afraid of spilling the energon on the floor.
Megatron had been very clear in his orders. He had to get his hand on the energon cube. Winning this game meant eating. Losing meant spending the cycle hungry.
"Big mechs get their own energon," Shockwave said to himself, repeating the words Megatron had said to him.
The sparkling's vocabulary had expanded greatly in a short amount of time. Megatron was pleased by this, and Shockwave knew a pleased Megatron meant a nicer Megatron. And a nicer Megatron was a Megatron that played with him longer than usual.
Of course, if he failed, Megatron would not be pleased. And to the sparkling that was a horrible thought. To go hungry and spend the next days bored out of his mind was torture.
He focused his processor back to the task at hand. His problem: the cube was too far away. The reward: food and a happy caretaker. The solution…
He chirped as the solution came to him. It was so simple the sparkling almost felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. With new determination, the sparkling began dragging a chair towards the cupboard. If he could get that box in the corner on top of the chair, he might be able to get high enough to snatch the cube.
"I am a big mech."