Tricks for TreatsTricks for Treats in Humor More Like This
"No way, Rumble. I want to be Optimus, you can be Megatron."
The purple mech shook his helm and tighten his grip on the sleeve of the coveted costume, "I don't want to be old bucket head! You be Megatron!"
Starscream chuckled as he watched his creations fight over the costume. His mate, Soundwave, was trying to get one of them to agree to wear the Megatron costume he had made. "I don't think your winning this argument, dear." the seeker said, placing a comforting servo on the blue mech's shoulder.
Soundwave sighed and gave up for the moment. "Lord Megatron, only agreed to let us celebrate this holiday if someone dressed up as him. At this rate it will have to be one of us."
"Well, it's not going to be me, I already have a costume. Besides, I would never give outdated slag-heap the satisfaction."
The Scent of a SeekerThe Scent of a Seeker in Humor More Like This
There were some times that Starscream wondered just what went on in the possessors of his fellow Decepticons. Some times he envied Soundwave's telepathic abilities. Then again, some things were better off left unknown and the tri-colored seeker was beginning to think this was one of those times. He stared at Ramjet and wondered if the white jet had done what he thought he had done.
"Did you just sniff me?" Starscream asked, raising an optic ridge.
Ramjet blushed and looked flustered, "N-no! W-whatever gave you that idea?"
Starscream was unconvinced. "Yes you did! You just sniffed my neck!"
The cone-headed jet shifted his weight from one thruster to another uneasily, "Uh, I think I hear Dirge and Thrust calling me Screamer, gotta to go." The white jet took off at a speed that Starscream found impress
Fanfic Preview: Movie Night Chapter 2-Robin Hood.This is a preview for the next chapter of my fic "Movie Night". Robin Hood is the theme this time, let me know what you guys think. Enjoy.Fanfic Preview: Movie Night Chapter 2-Robin Hood. in Personal More Like This
The fortress was well guarded, but then again most prisons were. Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, crouched in the bushes near the far wall of the building, waiting for the distraction to begin. Soon shouting could be heard coming from the front gate and the semi sprang into action. He ran up to the wall and lunched his grappling hook up toward the ramparts. Once the line was secured, he climbed up the wall and into the prison.
The inside of the prison was dimly lit by the glow of white neon lights and Optimus had a hard time getting his bearings. Bumlebee's cell must be around here somewhere. The red mech rounded a corner and ran into something, hard. The semi ended up on his aft and staring at the most handsome mech he had ever laid optics on.
The mech, a seeker by the looks of him, was silver-white and red in color with sky blu