scrappy

tremble in fear before the mighty Scrappy. and also please be nice. it's sensitive and delicate of spark.

[scrappyscraplet]

can i pet the Scrappy?

If Scrappy gets a nibble in return~

[scrappyscraplet]

you can really tell we're all human writers because the knee jerk reaction to adopting an adorable robot that can rip your face off and go from cute to horror movie real quick is coming through very strongly. which i approve of. but it is still VERY funny.

[mnemoiisms]

Well, either it does understand somewhere deep in its tiny little helm was its processor compatible with mnemosurgery?, or it just knows the word Sit.

Either way, the clamps and lid are lifted off a box, a processor plucked out to be idly tossed for attention, and he's rolling it across the room for a little enrichment while he works.

Kind of want to get the evidence of intruders out of sight as soon as possible. Once they are sealed, stored, and labeled? No problem. They are donated parts for business. Until then? ... Felony.

[scrappyscraplet]

The processor rolls and rolls and Scrappy charges after it, only to discover--

A feast! A much bigger feast for Scrappy! What a delightful, scrumptious meal, all for Scrappy! Oh, what a generous person! Truly, Scrappy must have done a great many good deeds for such a wonderful person to give him such regard!!

Before his doting patron can change his mind, Scrappy dives in, devouring the frames before him with all the gusto of man emerging from the desert into an oasis! A feast! A feast for Scrappy! All for Scrappy!

[mnemoiisms]

Lenses watching the little creature merrily munch its way around and around the processor, all the way to the center and nose around the floor when the last part is sadly ground up in its gullet, and Trepan is looking over at the little thing ... quivering pitifully before him.

He's seen stray cybercats beg with less showmanship.

"... Sit, if you'd like another processor." He has plenty other options, and Helex can be as disappointed as he likes. No one seems ready to speak to the manager if its a scraplet...

[scrappyscraplet]

Those massive optics, somehow miraculously on the verge of tears, suddenly cleared to something bright and eager, and his little limbs suddenly sprawled out in a very... very flat approximation of 'sit'. Its helm lifted, massive optics fixed on its glorious, kind, compassionate benefactor, and oh... Oh, another snack! A new snack for Scrappy!

Please, snacks for Scrappy! Can't you see he's starved?? He's never eaten a day in his life!! Take pity on this poor little soul!! So alone in the world!!!

[scrappyscraplet]

I made this as a gimmick to eventually be killed and then resurrected at random for Evil Whack-A-Mole for dash chaos no one can predict coming and also to troll the mutuals but I fear the gimmick is becoming far too serious... After all of my efforts to remain incognito...

[scrappyscraplet]

“…”

Just very gently setting a processor down near the little thing and taking a step backwards to give it space.

Its head whips directly around, massive optics fixed on the processor, and a single line of drool escapes its mouth before it is zooming at the speed of sound to the processor.

Delight! Joy! Love and peace on Cybertron!!! Its favorite delicacy!!! Oh, such a good person!!!

[mnemoiisms]

Well, he wasn’t sure if these things optics could get any bigger but from how it seems entranced by the offering and get nibbling, seems Trepan should have gone into a field of nature rather than the mind.

Hopefully, he can continue his work cleaning and sorting in peace. Don’t question the various storage crates. If anyone asks? They are spare parts for the Relinquishment Clinic…

[scrappyscraplet]

Oh, how delightful, how scrumptious, how divine~

What a wonderful processor snack for a hungry little scraplet. This feast knows the way to its tiny little spark... In fact, the feast may have made its spark even bigger! Like the Grinch!! What charity! What magnanimity! Truly, a wonderful being!

The processor, now gone, and suddenly, the disappointment at its disappearance is crushing. Big, sad optics look up at its marvelous benefactor, and it trembles like a pitiful Chihuahua. Oh~ The torment never ends! The snack has disappeared!!

[radio-bubble]

A feeling of dread crept through Razorwreck's circuits as the scraplet stopped and didn't follow the box. That feeling only intensified when the tiny terror slowly turned its head toward him and his spark stuttered in his chest.

He had a section of plating (a piece of him) in his hands, and an angry scraplet charging him.

The choice was obvious as much as he hated it. He threw the plating down and ran.

[scrappyscraplet]

Oh!! What a delightful offering for Scrappy!!! It immediately is distracted by the plate and chows down on it, shredding it to nothing, and by the time the distraction is gone, so is Razorwreck.

Ah... Perhaps if it ever finds him again... There will be more delightful offerings for Scrappy...

It also takes cash or credit!

[scrappyscraplet]

“…”

Just very gently setting a processor down near the little thing and taking a step backwards to give it space.

Its head whips directly around, massive optics fixed on the processor, and a single line of drool escapes its mouth before it is zooming at the speed of sound to the processor.

Delight! Joy! Love and peace on Cybertron!!! Its favorite delicacy!!! Oh, such a good person!!!

[scrappyscraplet]

*A dark blue seeker would crouch down with some scrap metal in his hands* come on little guy, come here, I have plenty of snacks for you.

(Bitstream from @tfdaycare is here)

Snacks??

Oh, joy!! So much joy!! Scrappy is scuttling himself right over for the snacks!!

[radio-bubble]

The scout can do this if he kept his helm on his shoulders and his processor from panicking.

He snagged a box of screws and began to drop them one after the other at measured distances. He backed out of the supply room and down the hallway, toward the nearest wastechute he could remember.

He pitched the box of screws and stepped to the side to give the scraplet room to follow.

[scrappyscraplet]

It came to a full stop when it saw the box of screws go down the waste chute. And, then, it slowly turned to look at Razorwreck.

How cruel... Why would you throw its snacks... Does this mean it's time for the main event?

Its jaw popped open, and the screech started up before it charged.

[scrappyscraplet]

"Aww... It's okay, Scrappy. Look, there are plenty of empty oil drums begging to be eaten!~" *Ah yes, nothing like a banquet of empty old metaloil barrels.*

[reply to @dollofiacon]

Oh~ Bless her, bless her, she even knows it's French and loves a good sauce! What a wonderful Super Scraplet! An angel!! A divine being!! What kindness!! Such compassion for the poor little souls~

[scrappyscraplet]

Why will no one give this poor, unfortunate soul a nibble? Don't you know it's starving? The cruelty! The abandonment! Oh! Oh! Poor, poor Scrappy!!

[scrappyscraplet]

Noooo, touch the scraplet, give it a little nibble~

[scrappyscraplet]

Breakdown: The power of Primus compels you!!

Scrappy: What is a god to a nonbeliever?

[scrappyscraplet]

"THE POWER OF PRIMUS COMPELS YOU!"

What's Primus? Is it edible?

[breakdownhammer-tfp]

"Uuh, sure! But I'm not edible, okay??"

[scrappyscraplet]

Lies??? Lies to Scrappy??? You lie to Scrappy??? To the banquet hall for you!!!

It immediately pops into position and gives chase.

[breakdownhammer-tfp]

"SLAG SLAG SLAG SLAG SLAG FRAG FRAG FRAG FRAG FRAG! HEEEEEELLP!!!" Breakdown shrieked in pure unadulterated terror. The bulky Decepticon ran for his own life and spark, knowing full well he was... Well, scrap.

[scrappyscraplet]

Oh! Oh, a thrill! Oh a chase!! How delightful!!!! How fun!!! But why was its meal so slow?? That's no fun!! It's hungry but not so hungry it doesn't want to work for it!!!

Time to nip! Nips for Breakdown! Little nips at the heel! Faster, please and thank you!!

[scrappyscraplet]

Pestilience?? How rude!! What did Scrappy ever do to pretty seeker??? Is it a crime to want a little nibble??? Such hostility!!!

[scrappyscraplet]

"THE POWER OF PRIMUS COMPELS YOU!"

What's Primus? Is it edible?

[breakdownhammer-tfp]

"Uuh, sure! But I'm not edible, okay??"

[scrappyscraplet]

Lies??? Lies to Scrappy??? You lie to Scrappy??? To the banquet hall for you!!!

It immediately pops into position and gives chase.