'Non-Stop Nyan Cat! You've Nyanned for 7843797.16 seconds'
He couldn't stop…
'7843797.17 seconds.'
Oh, it was so addicting…
' 7843797.18 seconds.'
He could here pedsteps coming towards him.
'7843797.19 seconds.'
"Soundwave…"
A gentle servo rested on his shoulder plate, lightly squeezing.
' 3797.20 seconds.'
"Sweet-spark… how long have you been watching this?"
' 7843797.21 seconds.'
"I-I don't even know…" He muttered, tilting his head slightly to the left. "what day is it again?"
"Thursday… aren't you suppose to monitoring the Nemises' security?" Steve was starting to worry for his mate. He hoped that their sparklings didn't get an internet addiction like their carrier.
' 3797.22 seconds.'
"I am…?"
"Yes."
'784 3797.23 seconds.'
The servo on Soundwave's shoulder tightened in a comforting gesture. "Maybe you should stop, Soundwave. All you're doing is watching a pop tart cat farting rainbows flying through space… Why did humans make this?"
"I don't know… but it's so addicting… If you watch it long enough, then you'll be sucked into it, Steve."
No response.
"Steve?" He finally looked over his shoulder, only to see his mate staring at the screen, with his helm tilted and his optics wide with hypnotic interest. Out of instinct Soundwave looked back at the computer and found himself a victim of the video's mind control.
It was so addicting. This marathon of nothing but a cat in a pop tart outfit faring rainbows in space. Was this cat suffering from a chronic case of IBS?
Neither Soundwave or Steve could look away. Neither of them wanted to look away.
The Autobots didn't mind.
Megatron was another story and he was going to have a two new afts mounted on his wall once he goes into Soundwave's quarters…
AN: I know this is probably not my best work and I'm sorry. My mind was drawing a blank at this point and I decided to make it… well, you know. XP Not the greatest chapter, but hopefully it'll satisfy you. Anyways this idea came from 'Aramus13'. Thank you for being such a loyal fan of my work, I hope you like this chapter.