Speedwriting Prompt Fills

by Exactlywhat

Well... I found the TF Speedwriting Community on LJ, and sorta kinda maybe started writing some. Figured most of these are pretty much one-shots, and it'd kinda be a waste of space to post them all as separate stories. So, here they are. *Note: this will always be marked as complete (even though it isn't), because every fill is its own story, and this isn't one continuous story.

86. Swears

Title: Swears

Rating: T

Continuity: G1

Characters: Ratchet, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Prompt: 4. A character demonstrates a previously unrevealed creative ability

Everyone always knew that Ratchet was creative with his curses. Just how creative, though, they only learned when the medic first met a mech by the name of Wheeljack.

"YOU STUPID FRAGGER!"

"That isn't all that new," Sideswipe commented to his brother.

Sunstreaker shook his helm. "Just wait. It gets better."

"YOU GLITCHING PILE OF SCRAP!"

"He calls me that, Sunny."

"I HOPE A HORDE OF ANTROIDS FIND YOU WHILE YOU'RE MEDICATED AND DISMANTLE YOU!"

"Um... Okay, that's new."

"SURE WOULD SAVE YOU THE TROUBLE! I'M SURE YOU DO IT ON PURPOSE! I'M GOING TO GET A VIAL OF ACID AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR INTAKES IF YOU DON'T LEARN! I'M GOING TO FIND AN ICK-YAK AND WELD YOU TO IT!"

"Wow, he's on a roll."

"YOU STUPID, FRAGGING, BOLT-BAT OF A MECH! I HOPE YOU GET INFESTED WITH ASTRO-TICKS! I HOPE YOU GET EATEN BY A CARNIVOROUS POLY-SLUG! THE QUINTESSONS WERE MORE PRODUCTIVE TO OUR RACE THAN YOU!"

"Ouch," Sideswipe said, wincing theatrically.

Sunstreaker grinned. "See? He gets creative."

And they continued listening as Ratchet ranted around his Med Bay, Wheeljack lying unconscious in one of the berths.

"YOU GLITCHING PIGEONOID! YOU STUPID, UNICRON-CURSED DEMON-SPAWN! I'M OF A MIND TO DISMANTLE YOU RIGHT NOW AND GRIND YOUR COMPONENTS DONW FOR ADDITIVES!"