Disclaimer : I don't own it.
Note : This is an aside to the previous chapter, showing what happened with the painted 'cons when they returned to their base. *Snickers* Requested by sacred histories. And I just finished another Dancing Autobot chapter, which means I now have yet another video I can never watch again, without laughing my aft off! LOL
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(Normal POV)
As the two 'cons fled the Autobots who were interrogating them, they kept waiting to be blasted out of existence. Optimus Prime wore an almost evil smirk, and they knew that meant absolutely nothing good for them, thus increasing their speed.
The laughter of the ever annoying Autobots irritated both 'cons, who exchanged a look, but they both knew taking on the entire force was far too much for them, and they kept on their way. They'd head towards a heavily wooded area, in order to throw off the Autobots, before heading back to base. While they were 'successfully' interrogated, they gave away nothing important.
Now, here's hoping Megatron saw it the same way.
First, however, they were going to head to a small lake in the before mentioned heavily wooded area, and try to scrub off the infuriating 'paint job' the twins had given them, almost having run into trees when they first noticed it on each other.
"Slagging Autobot fools! How dare they??" The 'con with the pink optic ridges growled lowly, swerving around a tree and pausing at the edge of the lake before transforming. "Who do they think they are, I'll have their afts for this!"
The 'con with the bright green lip plates agreed whole heartedly, though he remained silent. He ducked his entire head underwater, noting with satisfaction that any and all aquatic life fled before his hideously pink cheeks and purple optic ridges. He grumbled silently as he scrubbed at his face hard, nearly removing his optic ridges in his attempt to rid them of the horrid paint.
He held his breath, scrubbing and scrubbing, then pulled back, cycling his vents to clear them of the water, and pulling a small trout out of his audio port, shaking out the water that remained behind. Tossing the trout carelessly back into the water, he turned to find his partner with his own head underwater, and was sorely tempted at the sight.
Hmm...Aft waving in the air... He powered up one of his cannons and took aim. Megatron will believe us better if at least one of us is injured. Aiming very carefully, he fired, laughing as his partner screamed and jumped about two feet in the air, landing in the center of the pond, where his smoking aft sizzled as it hit the water.
"What the frag?!"
With a shrug, the green lipped 'con smirked. "It was there." Rolling his optics, he rubbed at his face, and frowned deeply upon seeing the paint still on the other Decepticon. "It didn't work, slag it! They used permanent paint!"
The optics of the other 'con went from dangerously narrowed, to wide with horror as he grabbed at his own face, and attempted to look at his reflection in the lake, only to realize that while moving, the lake surface was far from still enough to make anything out. With a low, groan, he sagged down, sitting on his aft in the water, which came up to his chin. "Now what?" He winced a little, standing back up and rubbing gingerly at the aching point in his aft, where he'd been blasted. "You just had to shoot me..."
"Your aft was in my face. I did something about it. Get over it." There was another shrug. "Come on, we'd better get back." He shuddered a little. "And report to the others."
"Not without getting this pit-blasted paint off, first!"
"We don't have time! We're due back in twenty five earth minutes! Do you wanna be the one to keep Megatron waiting??" With a snarl, the 'con changed and led the way through the forest, keeping his sensors on full blast in search of any possible Autoscum spies. Those slagging twins are gonna pay for this! I swear! He growled and continued on.
It took them longer than they expected to get back, but then, neither of them really planned to make pit stops to try and scrub off the paint, or even cover it with mud.
"What is this, non-stick??" The 'con with the pink optic ridges rubbed at the mud caked on his face, glaring absently when the reflectiong in another pond showed him it wasn't doing anything to cover the paint.
"Heh, mud masks." The other 'con muttered, his face literally done up like he was in the spa. He even cut down a small tree, and cut two slabs of the trunk, so he had circular discs, and placed them over his optics, before reclining back.
The pink 'con stared at the other for a long moment, torn between simply offlining him for his nonesense, or laughing at the absurd picture he created. Shaking his head, he cycled his vents and turned away. "Come on, we'd better hurry. We're gonna be late as it is."
By the time they made it back to the base, both 'cons were exhausted. They grumped to each other as they climbed through the halls, and glared at the other 'cons who dared snicker and laugh at them.
"What the frag happened to you, two? You... You resemble clowns!" Skywarp smirked and snickered a little. "Hah, Decepticlowns!" He then paused, realizing he, too, was a Decepticon, and therefor he just insulted himself.
"Megatron's waiting. Move it, air head." He shoved past the seeker, who snarled in response, and entered the throne room where Megatron sat. Their leader looked upon them, blinking a moment and his optics narrowing. "I told you two to blend in, and this is what you do? How is dressing this blending in??" He got up and stalked forward, his lips twitching, though no one knew if it was from laughter or rage. "Imbeciles!"
"The Autobots did this to us!"
All sound paused in the room, as Megatron's head snapped around to the green-lipped 'con, who was bent low. "The Autobots... They did this... That would mean..." He stomped over and grabbed the 'con by the throat. "You let them close enough to do so! What else did they do?! Starscream, scan them for tracking devices!"
"Nothing, they interrogated us and let us go!"
Optics narrowed even more as Megatron growled and dropped the 'con. He glared at them a long moment, before holding out his arm, indicating he wanted a memory interface, so he could see for himself. The pink-lidded 'con hurried to connect himself to his leader, only to be thrown across the room moments later.
"Well, I have good news and bad news for you...femmes." Turning back to his throne, Megatron sat down and glared at them, though he had a dark smirk on his face. "The good news is, you didn't tell them anything of import and your scans are clear. The bad, you two look like utter baffoons, and you are forbidden to remove the paint until I say so!"
Both 'cons lowered, groaning in dismay as they realized they were going to be the butt of jokes until Megatron granted them permission to clean their faces. As they turned to leave, his voice caught their attention.
"And no more clowning around!"
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Note : I have no idea who most of the Decepticons are, so I figured... Make them land based, and keep identities out of there. You can decide to make them whoever you want.
Hope you like it.
R+R please.
Thank you.
Tenshi
