"Good thing I'm the kinda guy who's willing to believe in miracles."
Originally posted to FFN a little after the 14th of November, 2016
Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]
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Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015
Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)
Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)
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Reign
"Primus, I need a break," Smokescreen muttered, wiping the energon away from his mouth. He turned to Megatron, smirking tiredly. "That all you got?"
Megatron snarled and lunged at the smaller bot. Smokescreen gasped, nearly collapsing as the warlord seized one of his doorwings in a vice.
"Do not think you can even hope to challenge me, Autobot," Megatron said harshly, shaking him. "You may have the Matrix of Leadership, but you are no Optimus Prime. You are simply an Autobot lackey who happened to be in the right place at the right time."
Smokescreen scoffed. "Tell me something I don't know."
Recall
There was actually very little Smokescreen could recall from his past. He could remember being handed off to a certain Autobot squad for nurturing - not like he'd received much nurture, seeing as Prowl was the head of said squad - but everything before then was blank. Which was strange considering that he hadn't been all that young when he'd been handed off.
If he thought hard enough about it though, he could recall some small things; a bright light, a vast room, murmurs and occasional shouts, and a smiling voice saying, "...hope indeed. Oh, newspark, you are destined for great things."
Miracle
Smokescreen pulled himself upward, using the restraints holding his arms to his advantage, then dropped his weight sharply. The restraints remained as firm as ever, and another stab of pain jolted through his already aching shoulder joints.
Smokescreen groaned. "Maybe I should change tactics."
The bot hanging beside him scoffed dully. "Give it up, kid. You've been at it for days now. What makes you think you'll make it out now?"
"Beats giving up," Smokescreen retorted. "Like you."
"C'mon, kid... No one's ever escaped from this ship. It'd take a miracle."
"Good thing I'm the kinda guy who's willing to believe in miracles."
Cavity
Smokescreen had come with complaints that his transformations felt 'uncomfortable', a problem that had been ailing him since sometime after escaping Megatron's warship. Ratchet scanned him, and discovered that there was a large cavity in the young bot's torso area. Ratchet was baffled, but he was forming a theory.
"Smokescreen," he said slowly. "When the Omega Key was extracted from your chassis, how did it feel?"
"Why?"
"Answer the question."
Smokescreen shrugged, scowling. "I dunno. Kinda painful, I guess. Like a part of my protoform was being pulled out."
"Well..." Ratchet muttered. "According to these readings, that seems to be essentially what happened."
Little
The sparkling held up the glitch-mouse, grinning proudly. "Can I keep it?"
Prowl's answer was short. "No."
"Please!"
"No, Smokescreen," Prowl repeated firmly. "We have enough of a problem with these pests as it is."
The sparkling's demeanor changed abruptly; his doorwings dropped and his smile fell. "Like me?"
This caught Prowl off guard. "What?"
Panic flashed across the sparkling's face, and he lowered his helm. "Nothing, never mind." He turned away, the glitch-mouse still cradled in his servos. "I'll put 'im outside."
Doorwings miserably limp, the sparkling trudged out the office, leaving Prowl to wonder what had just happened.
