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If Anybody Ask...
Rating: K
Characters: Constructicons
Hook and Scrapper stared at their fellow Constructicons with incredulity. Slowly, the surgeon pinched the bridge of his nose, while Scrapper rested his head in one hand.
They just knew this was going to be a disaster. Why did they choose to listen to Megatron instead of their instincts? Ah, yes; their leader was unhappy and Starscream wasn't around to take the fusion cannon shot that would probably come around in no time.
And their gestalt brothers had said they would be fine. Right.
Bonecrusher snorted. Long Haul shrugged. Scavenger looked sheepish. Mixmaster wasn't even listening, lost in a daze and muttering about pretty shiny liquids.
"Five joors. Five slagging joors since we left you alone. The room was in a perfect state. And now... How could that happen in so short a time?" asked Hook.
Scavenger tried to smile weakly.
"Well, you see, it's quite funny. You see, Long Haul tripped on Bonecrusher's foot, because he was carrying too much and he wasn't watching the ground, then he pushed me and well, I couldn't grab anything fast enough to stop my fall, so I tripped on Mixmaster while he was adding something in his new experiment and well, perhaps he added a bit more than he wanted, because the flask fell into the mix and well, there was that smoke and it dyed everything it came across..."
"Nevermind," sighed Scrapper. "I'm sorry we asked. The four of you, hit the washracks, and try to not be seen by someone else. Now."
"As to why the Medbay is now neon pink and will probably stay that way for a while... If nobody asks, don't answer," added Hook while reaching for a cube of high-grade he kept in subspace for days like these.
It was going to be a long, long day...
Rating: K
Characters: Constructicons
Hook and Scrapper stared at their fellow Constructicons with incredulity. Slowly, the surgeon pinched the bridge of his nose, while Scrapper rested his head in one hand.
They just knew this was going to be a disaster. Why did they choose to listen to Megatron instead of their instincts? Ah, yes; their leader was unhappy and Starscream wasn't around to take the fusion cannon shot that would probably come around in no time.
And their gestalt brothers had said they would be fine. Right.
Bonecrusher snorted. Long Haul shrugged. Scavenger looked sheepish. Mixmaster wasn't even listening, lost in a daze and muttering about pretty shiny liquids.
"Five joors. Five slagging joors since we left you alone. The room was in a perfect state. And now... How could that happen in so short a time?" asked Hook.
Scavenger tried to smile weakly.
"Well, you see, it's quite funny. You see, Long Haul tripped on Bonecrusher's foot, because he was carrying too much and he wasn't watching the ground, then he pushed me and well, I couldn't grab anything fast enough to stop my fall, so I tripped on Mixmaster while he was adding something in his new experiment and well, perhaps he added a bit more than he wanted, because the flask fell into the mix and well, there was that smoke and it dyed everything it came across..."
"Nevermind," sighed Scrapper. "I'm sorry we asked. The four of you, hit the washracks, and try to not be seen by someone else. Now."
"As to why the Medbay is now neon pink and will probably stay that way for a while... If nobody asks, don't answer," added Hook while reaching for a cube of high-grade he kept in subspace for days like these.
It was going to be a long, long day...
An old fic, inspired by a bunny on the t_bunny_farm.
Title: If Anybody Ask...
Rating: K
Characters: Constructicons
Title: If Anybody Ask...
Rating: K
Characters: Constructicons
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