Flying Projectiles

Athena: THIS IS UTTER CRAP. YOU BEEN WARNED.

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Saber felt watched. She squinted and snapped her head up, staring around the cafeteria.

Sideswipe.

He was watching her.

"What?" she snapped. Sides continued to stare.

"What?" she asked again, annoyed. He had such a blank look on his face, and it was annoying the slag out of her. "What do you want, Sideswipe?" she growled.

Sideswipe didn't even grin.

At which point Saber found it appropriate to throw her energon at him and scream "Stop judging me!" before screaming wordlessly and stomping away. Sideswipe broke down into delirious giggles, and Ratchet beaned him with a wrench. "Stop staring at her!" he shouted. Then he retrieved his wrench and walked away from a very stunned, largely dented Sideswipe.

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Prowl didn't approve of this game. It involved throwing sharp things in the hallway at a specified target (in this case, a poster of Megatron), a crowd, and Saber. Primus, why did it always involve Saber? The youngling was trying to fit in, and she was doing a fairly good job at it.

However, every other week something like this would happen. There would be Saber, supposedly minding her own business... while playing some dangerous game, or fulfilling a dare, or (if this ever happened again, Prowl hoped he was far away) trying whatever concoction Sides and Sunny had whipped up.

And now there was this.

"What is the meaning of this?" Prowl snapped at the youngling, and glared at the crowd in general. "It's a game!" Saber chirped excitedly. "I named it 'Throw the Pointy Sharp Thing'! You told me to get a hobby last time I was in the brig for mutilating random objects. So I made this up. Everyone really likes it too, we've been taking turns," Saber gave him a rather unnatural smile, still holding a knife.

Ratchet, he messaged the medic, What are you feeding our new, young psychopath?

Sunshine and cyber-kittens, the medic snarked back, She decided she needed a useful hobby. Knife throwing improves aim.

Prowl, needless to say, wasn't impressed.

Ratchet, you're a bad influence, he griped over the messaging system.

Athena has a moment:

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must write hyperactive illegitimate child of a rabbit and carrot story.

WILL SEND TO YOU DON"T WORRY.

*scream and run away*

...

I wonder if I scare Jesus when he calms me down after praying.

Vivian channels Prowl:

Frankly, m'dear ditsy do, nothing scares Jesus.