Tfo & wick crossover skits… cause I’m bored.
Just megatron being the adoptive father he is for vengeful dead children-.
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Tom, growling and croaking:
Megatron:
Megatron: can I have that in writing… or at least in signs?
Tom, rolling his eyes, signing: I’m trying to ask how old you are to… to see if you’d be able to out live us if we weren’t dead
Megatron: … fair enough, so our species lifespans are very long, so long it takes a whole planet to form--.
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*part 1*
Lilian, drawing on megatron: aaaannnnddd, there! All done!
Megatron, looks at the drawings on his left arm: it looks ridiculous.
Lilian: it looks fine! Pink is a good look on you!
Megatron: charming… where’s Sam?
Lilian: he’s getting something that’ll stick to your frame but it’s not permanent, not sure what but he’s admin about it.
Megatron: … ok now I’m worried.
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Tim: --and that is pretty much how I made these masks.
Megatron: impressive, very impressive indeed.
Tim: yeah, though at first it was a school project… but then Tom got hurt and I just… made another one to make him feel better.
Megatron, looks at Tom:
Megatron, back at Tim: his mask is a frown though.
Tim: I-i know. He’s admin about wearing the frowning mask.
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Megatron: --and that is pretty much how we came to be and how our religion started.
Benny:
Benny: … how big is this primus guy again?
Megatron: the size of a planet, if he was in bot form than he’d probably destroy planets if he could- aaannndd there he goes.
Sam, just walking by: … talking about primus?
Megatron: indeed, I just got him to at least talk to me without fainting too.
Sam: yeah, don’t worry he’ll properly process what you said and accept it eventually.
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Travis: c’mon! Pleeaaase!
Megatron: no.
Travis: c’mon! I wanna see you transform! That’s the coolest thing ever!
Megatron: Travis, I just got used to walking around this area without destroying anything I’m not going to transform if I feel uncomfortable.
Travis: but-!
Megatron my final answer is no. N.O.
Lilian: what do you transform into anyways? Is it a bunny!
Megatron:
Megatron: I transform into a tank little one.
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Caleb: hey! Wanna race?
Megatron: are you sure that’s wise?
Caleb: c’mon! One race, that’s it.
Megatron: … fine.
*many rematches later*
Caleb, heaving: so *pant* *pant* not *pant* fair!
Megatron, checking his digit tips: I warned you that you wouldn’t win this time.
Caleb: then I vote for a rematch!
Megatron: Caleb we’ve done this 7 times, let me have some peace and accept the inevitable.
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Tom, writing: … hey, what are good words that indicates love and death?
Megatron, also writing: mourning, acceptance, anger, depression, bargaining.
Tom: ok how do you describe both in the same feeling?
Megatron, turns with a weirded look: …. Now what are you writing about?
Tom: a tragic love story that ends in a horrible fate paired with religious trauma and a too little too late betrayal.
Megatron:
Megatron: one of them is already dead aren’t they?
Tom: 100% yes.
Megatron, amused: fair enough, try a murder that the dead person caused to their loved one before going towards the corrupted target.
Tom: ooo, that’s a good one!
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Sam, leaning against a tree: … whatcha doing?
Travis: hm? Oh just buying a mechanical translator… and calling Duncan.
Sam: why?
Travis, smirking & arching his brow at Sam:
Sam, confused:
Sam, lightbulb moment: oh! To help with megatrons translator emitter?
Travis: yep!
Sam: nice! … won’t there be side effects?
Travis: probably.
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Tim, nodding off:
Tom, asleep:
Megatron, knowing what that feels like: go to bed little one, your brother isn’t going anywhere. Not while you’re around.
Tim, turns to megatron: … aight. *finally settles down* g’night
Megatron, genuinely smiles small: sleep well.
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… Welp that’s pretty much done.
And no I don’t know what I’m doing, I’m just bored and I just gave you guys the moon knight equivalent of random bullshit… so-.