Soundwave Meets the Internet
"So you see, my liege, the mech has been acting quite strange."
Megatron nodded his helm when the Vehicon finished his report; obviously it involved Soundwave and his new 'addiction'. For the past few days, Soundwave had been acting odd. Walking around wearing Cybertronian sized shutter shades and a large scarf. His armor was also extremely different. He had changed it to a mix match of multiple different hues and shades of purple and black.
Megatron growled and sent a com to said mech. "Soundwave, report to my throne room at once!"
There wasn't a reply. Megatron frowned, he knew Soundwave would obey; the mech was the most loyal. That was why he put up with his TIC's constant annoying shenanigans.
A few minutes had passed when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in." Megatron ordered. He took a swig of his high grade; he was probably going to need it. The silver tyrant raised an optic ridged when Soundwave stepped into the room. Besides the shutter shades, oversize scarf and mix matched armor patterned, Soundwave had also added a salt and pepper fedora hat, tilted on top of his head.
"What in the name of Primus…"
"Did you need something, sire?" Soundwave asked. He was adjusting his scarf when music suddenly started to play. It was some sort of raging beeps and whirls. It almost sounded like two bots interfacing. It warped several times until Soundwave answered it.
"What's up? Oh, no I can talk. No, just chatting with meh boss."
Megatron felt his optic twitch. This, this was horrifying. Soundwave was not only looking like a human, but he was acting like one too! What was going on with him!
Soundwave's laughter broke the silver mech out of his thoughts. "Yeah. Oh, hang on I need you to send a tweet." Soundwave suddenly ran over to Megatron's cube of high grade and produced a cell phone from his subspace. A few flashing clicks and Soundwave was immediately punching in some buttons on the cellular device.
His phone rang again.
"Whatcha think? … Yeah it's pretty cool too…. What! What do you mean you've never had high grade?"
Megatron had enough, "Hang up." He growled. That caught the smaller mech's attention.
"Um… Sorry, chica, I have to go. Yep, ttyl." Soundwave hung up and immediately stood up straight to his lord.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, Soundwave, but you would be wise to quit it." It wasn't just a warning, it was a threat. If this mech can't take an order, then Megatron will have to teach him a painful lesson.
"OH, I get it." Soundwave laughed. "You don't know the new trend, do you?"
"New trend?"
"Yep, it's called hipster. Basically, you don't identify yourself and you do what you want. Dress the way you want to and act the way you want to also."
Megatron growled, "Well, that's different here."
"I know, "Soundwave chimed with a dismissive wave. "But, I really like it. It's the new me."
"Well, the new you, needs to learn his place." Megatron stood up, his fusion cannon whining to life.
"W-Wait, my liege, please listen to reason!"
"And what reason is that, Soundwave?"
Knockout felt he was everyone's sparkling sitter. First Soundwave's acting up and now Lord Megatron is missing. Somehow, Knockout knew they were connected. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.
The red mech requested access to Megatron's throne room. When he was allowed in, the medic was extremely horrified and what he found.
Megatron and Soundwave, both, sitting together, reading books; Soundwave was reading the Twilight series and Megatron was obviously enjoying the Hunger Games. The two bots, however, were also clashed in odd forms of armor and clothes. Hats, shutter shades, and mix-matched armor.
Megatron was the first to notice the new presents. "Aw, Knockout, what a pleasure to see you. Why don't' you take a break and sit down with us for some nice ration of Energon."
Soundwave nodded in agreement, "Yes, join us, Knockout, you can read this lemon between Bella and Edward with me."
Knockout didn't know what this 'lemon' was, but it definitely wasn't the fruity kind. The medic turned and ran out the door, leaving behind two confused Decepticons.
"I wonder why he left." Megatron pondered.
Soundwave shrugged, "I guess he just couldn't handle the new generation of cool." This earned an amused chuckle. "I guess he needs a new style."
AN: Lol, bet you guys thought I forgot about this story, huh? Well I didn't, I was only trying to figure out how to pull of this chapter. I'd like to thank leafar98 for the suggestion on Soundwave being a hipster. And I'm sorry for anyone who thinks what I wrote is the wrong definition. I tried looking it up and I did my best. Of course I don't own anything that was mentioned here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this story! Please send me a request on what you want to happen in the next chapter! :D LOVE YOU GUYS!