Prowl sat in his office, going through the rounds of daily reports. His office was peacefully quiet, so quiet he could hear the patter of rain on the outside hull of the Ark. The occasional rowdy group of mechs walking by his office was the only thing that disturbed the quiet, the drum of rain, and the sound of him shuffling his data pads. Jazz often nagged him for shutting himself up in his office all day long (which didn't make any sense, how could he shut himself up all day long with shifts to complete, rations to get and rounds to do, honestly he could be so irrational), but Prowl enjoyed the peace. This was his time to think. He would sometimes go to the rec room between shifts to do his work, mainly for the change in scenery, but even when it was quiet in the rec room it wasn't nearly as quiet as his office. So during these times he preferred to, as Jazz would put it, shut himself up from the rest of the world.
The tactician was leaning back in his chair, taking a moment to appreciate the peace of his office, when suddenly:
"Prowl," a mysterious voice floated to him. "This is your conscience, we haven't spoken in a while, how are you?"
Prowl jumped and glanced around, looking for the mech hiding in his office. When he realized the voice had come from inside his head, his optics narrowed in suspicion. "Sideswipe I know it's you, I can recognize your voice," he said into his comm-link.
"Nooo," the voice said again, sounding mystical. "I am not Sideswipe, I am your conscience, I just happen to have Sideswipe's gorgeous voice."
"Sideswipe," Prowl began in a warning voice, but was cut off by the not-Sideswipe Sideswipe voice in his head again
"But speaking of which, I have a message for you: forgive Sideswipe and Sunstreaker for their previous prank, for they cannot help but be themselves. Punishment will only encourage them. Listen to the voice of logic and reason!"
"Sideswipe you are not getting let off that easy. And how did you manage to bypass the comm-link hailing tone?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, I am not Sideswipe I am your conscience."
"You are not my conscience," Prowl said flatly.
"Yes I am."
"No, you're not."
"Are to."
"Are not… argh!" Prowl growled, frustrated for letting himself get caught in that childish argument loop. "This conversation is over, Sideswipe," he said before deactivating his comm.
Prowl sighed and leaned back in his chair, relieved to be alone in his quiet office again.
"YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE!"
Prowl slammed his palms against his desk and stood up. He left his office, Sideswipe's irritating voice still chattering in his head. He needed to talk to Red Alert about some comm-link security codes.