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Plot: Miko's latest prank sets off a chain reaction of events that leaves no one safe from the act of being jump scared

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“Does anyone else think this is a terrible idea?” Raf asked, shifting somewhere in the dark.

“Oh I thought it was a bad idea two hours ago. I’m just here for the vibes at this point.” I replied, flinching when Miko’s gum bubble popped.

“Jack, your foot is digging into my stomach.” Miko whined.

“My feet are against the wall.” he grunted back.

“Then whose feet are touching me?” she demanded, reaching over and apparently pinching the offending foot because Raf yelped.

“Sorry.” He grunted, and I heard him move, his elbow now pressing against my back.

My phone lit up again, the call silent.

That was five for me, three for Jack and Miko with two. Raf was in the lead with six from Bumblebee and one from Ratchet.

I was trying to not take offense that the old medic hadn’t called me yet.

Miko’s idea, as they often were, was dumb and weird and we shouldn’t have agreed, but here we were hiding in an old vent shaft waiting to see how long it’d take the bots to find us.

At first it had been a question of how long it would take before Ratchet noticed we were missing. Then it expanded to how long before the bots realized it. Now it had descended into taking bets on who would get the most calls before drastic measures were taken by the bots.

Ratchet had been so distracted, and with all the others out on a scouting mission, it had taken a good hour before they’d gotten back and noticed us gone. That had been thirty minutes ago and while we’d heard them pass us a couple times, they weren’t frantically tearing the base apart yet.

I had no doubt that when they did find us, Ratchet was going to threaten us with his wrench for ‘wasting time’.

It had been kind of fun. First came the task of finding a place big enough for all four of us, then getting into comfortable positions. And then when we’d gotten bored of being quiet (which had only been a minute) we’d started to talk about our anime hot takes.

It was also decided that Miko was banned from ever choosing a light-hearted romance. How could she not be traumatized after Fruits Basket?

Miko’s phone lit up, which had her cheering before we all hissed at her to be quiet.

“That’s three for me.” she cheered in a whisper, pumping her fist.

Doing so caused her elbow to slam right into Jack’s nose, which caused him to yelp and jolt. Jack jostling scared Raf, who jerked his own elbow into my spine.

“Why was this the one place we all agreed on?” I groaned.

Our grumbles silenced when we heard pedsteps approaching.

“Miko?” Bulkhead called out. “If this is that ‘hide and seek’ game again, it’s not cool anymore. We’re all getting worried.”

The green titan walked right past us, completely unaware we were so cramped right near his feet.

“How long are we going to let this go on?” Raf whispered.

“Until I win.” Miko declared.

We fell silent for a few moments, me glancing to my phone when the screen lit up again.

“Aww man, you got six.” Miko whined.

“No. It’s just a text.”

“From?” Jack asked, pulling out his own phone to check his texts.

“Ratchet. ‘Tell Miko if she does not end this foolish prank now, I will tie her down and force her to learn Cybertronian anatomy’ with two angry face emojis.”

“Ratchet knows how to use emojis?” Raf asked into the silence that followed.

Miko’s phone lit up again. “Ha! That’s four. Just three more and I win.”

“That’s if you survive whatever Ratchet has planned for-”

“Found you.”

The four of us screamed, limbs tangling with one another as we had no space to flee.

What ended our mass attempted scramble and subsequent shouting was the blast of a loud horn and the crash of metal.

Although it was completely dark in the vent, we turned to one another, checking if we’d all heard it.

“Did Optimus just… honk his horn?” Raf asked slowly, voice a whisper.

“No.” my guardian called back, suspiciously still on the other side of the vent.

Jack, being the closest, pushed the vent up and stuck his head out. “Are you ok?”

Metal scraped as the Prime pushed himself to sit. “I am well. How are you?”

“Cramped.”

Offering a digit, Optimus gently pulled Jack out, and then Miko, then Raf, then me.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?” I asked as I dusted myself off, suppressing a grin as I did.

“It was the best way to assist in your evacuation.” he answered back, hurrying to stand and rushing down the hall before any of us could say more.

“Ok but he totally crapped his aft and honked, right?” Miko asked.

“Yeah.” “Definitely.” “Oh yeah.” the boys and I replied.

“Miko!” Ratchet’s death roar echoed around the base.

“Good luck, kid.”

---

As Ratchet got settled into his lesson, Miko literally tied to a chair with, and it’s painfully ironic, ratchet straps, us three excused charges were ordered to remain on the catwalks.

Raf and Jack had started a Mario Kart game, Bee and Arcee cheering them on. Bulkhead was situated beside Miko, for emotional support, and Optimus was pointedly ignoring us all, sulking in a corner as he pretended to read something on his data pad.

With nothing to do, I had time to sit and think. An evil idea formed, one that would make Miko proud.

“Hey Raf.” I whispered, sliding up next to him. “The base has cameras, right?”

Humming a reply, he overtook Jack, only to get wiped off the rainbow bridge by Princess Peach.

“Can you access them?”

“The main server has everything stored… on… Jack that’s cheating!”

Vacating quickly to avoid his rapid Spanish swearing, I settled as the computers and searched the cameras.

It took me a while to find the right camera, and a little longer to wind it back to the moment, but my hard work paid off when I watched as Optimus approached our vent, pausing when he heard us, bending down so he was on his hands and knees and stick his helm down.

There wasn’t volume, but I didn’t need it when he suddenly jumped like a damn cat, launching himself into the wall and slamming onto the ground as gravity reminded him he cannot defy it.

Ok, maybe having audio proof that he did in fact lay on his internal horn in surprise would have made it better, but this was still golden.

Extracting the video, I sent it to the human group chat.

Was this going to ensue chaos and end up biting me on the ass? Probably. But it’d be oh so worth it.

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“It’s no longer worth it.” I sighed, watching Miko stalk ahead of us with a bat raised high.

“What do you even plan to do with that?” Jack asked. “They’re twenty feet tall and metal.”

“It’s a precautionary, in case they-”

Bulkhead leaped from around the corner, yelling “Boogiddy boogiddy boo!”

Throwing the bat so it hit him right between the optics, Miko turned on her heel and bolted with a shrill scream, Jack inches ahead of her. They bolted back down the way we’d come, disappearing into the restroom once again.

“Ow.” Bulkhead said, in the most monotone voice I had ever heard from him.

After I sent the video to the group two weeks ago, Miko had somehow turned it into a game of figuring out how each bot got scared.

Ratchet’s lights and sirens would go off, Arcee’s engine revved, Bee had just made some demonic screeching sound with his beeps all blending together and Bulkhead, and I don’t have to equate it into human terms, backfired.

It had been amusing, for the first day, until the bots decided to get back at us humans.

Given their size, and freedom to use the internet to play whatever audio they wished through their speakers, we were all living on eggshells.

Miko was beyond paranoid, having been carrying around a bat and insisting all humans in the base accompany her everywhere.

Raf had been an easy target for about an hour, before he’d put on headphones and now refused to take them off.

Jack was close to breaking, the constant anxiety of expecting them to be right there edging him closer to insanity.

I was surviving, somewhat. Optimus had taken it personally after Miko had been a narc and showed the video to everyone so he was eager to enact revenge. At this point I was just pretending to be frightened so he felt like he accomplished something. It was getting old having to act startled every time he shouted my name while cruising down the road though.

Walking right under Bulkhead and stepping over the bat, I found Ratchet at his usual station, reading an earthly text.

“When will this end?”

“You started this. Now you must suffer the consequences.”

With a groan, I flopped onto the couch, not even flinching when Jack and Miko’s screams once again echoed down the hall.

“You invent a time machine yet?”

“Working on it.”

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bengewatch · 4 hours ago

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All Is Fair In Love And War

Miko brings a Nerf gun to the base. The results are what you'd expect.

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Optimus Prime had seen many things in his lifetime of war.

He believed them to be the most vile and mind altering he would ever see.

He didn’t count on meeting human teenagers.

Walking into the control room of his Earthly base, he paused at little Miko seated on the couch, fiddling with something very colorful and suspiciously weapon shaped.

Before he had the chance to question her, Arcee’s engine roared as she entered the base.

Climbing off his guardian, Jack removed his helmet, halfway through a laugh. “That’s a good one Arcee. I’ll try remember that tomor- ow!”

The young man cried out, reaching for his stomach and dropping to his knees.

A soft pop had sounded moments before he’d complained, coming from the catwalks.

Standing, Miko had the weapon aimed at Jack, cackling like a crazed cyber fox. “Ha! Got you!”

Looking around at the bewilderment of the other Bots, Optimus felt his spark stall in his chest. “Miko? Did you just shoot Jack?”

The young girl turned to him with a smile. “Yep!”

What in the All Spark?

Arcee instantly dropped to her knees, servos hovering above her charge as she tried to see how best she could help her injured human. “Jack? Jack, are you ok?”

At the same time, both Bulkhead and Ratchet rushed Miko, both demanding to know what she had done and why she had done it.

If Optimus was not still in shock, he would have been impressed with Bulkhead’s ability to actually reprimand the girl, his anger enough to have Optimus take a step back.

What could have possibly caused this reaction? How could one human shoot their own teammate, their friend?

The amount of explaining he would have to do to Agent Fowler was not something he was looking forward to.

“I’m ok!” Jack’s small voice carried over the loud shouting of the two Autobots, effectively silencing the room.

Standing, Jack showed no signs of leaking his life force or hint of discomfort. In fact, he was smiling, voice light with humor.

“It’s a Nerf gun.” Jack supplied, bending to pick up a tiny blue object that lay at his feet. “It’s foam so it doesn’t really hurt. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

The room was silent a moment more, Ratchet breaking it while throwing his arms in the air with an exasperated cry. “Why would you humans create something like that?”

Jack shrugged, retrieving his dropped helmet and making his way up the stairs. “Because it’s fun?”

“It’s fun to shoot other humans?” Arcee chimed in, crossing her arms and raising a brow.

“Kinda?”

“You are all such primitive savages.” Ratchet muttered, moving back to his consol.

Turning his attention back to Miko, he found her bottom lip quivering and eyes wide and wet. “You yelled at me.” she whimpered, taking a step back from her guardian.

If the big wrecker at the ability, he would have shrunk about five times smaller as the panic overtook him. “Aww, Miko I didn’t mean to… well I mean I did but I thought you’d shot Jack and well… I kind of lost it and…”

To save him from his confused blabbering, the human raised her small gun again and fired, the foam bullet bouncing off Bulkhead’s helm rather insignificantly.

Blinking, Bulkhead looked down at his charge in bewilderment. “You shot me.”

“Yes. And now I feel better.” Turning to Jack, who had finally made it up the stairs, Miko hurried over to him. “Do you think I could get Raf and Y/n?”

“You can try.” the older boy answered, flopping to sit at the couch.

For a quiet Sunday morning, the humans did not have many plans. The only one this largely affected was Ratchet, as he was stuck with the little “urchins” (a new word he had learned and found fitting for their human companions).

“Are you going to stand there all day, OP?” Miko’s voice reached him, and the Prime realized he had indeed been standing in the entryway for a while, still in a state of shock from the teen’s earlier actions.

Moving wordlessly, the Prime settled beside his medic at the consol, logging into the databases to begin scanning for energon.

“Every day you make me suffer with these humans is another day your aft is on the line, Optimus.” the medic warned lowly. “The next time they do something stupid, I will leave you to deal with the consequences of allowing them to remain here.”

Empty threats, of course. Everyone knew the grouchy old medic would be the first to jump into the line of fire to protect these young lifeforms.

“I will keep that in mind.” Optimus replied, surprised he’d managed keep the smile from his voice.

For a good while, it was a regular day. Jack and Miko kept their conversation quiet, the toy gun letting out a soft pop every now and then as they took turns firing it. Their guardians wondered off to get a start on the day’s chores, leaving them under the watchful optics of Optimus and Ratchet.

It was almost peaceful, if you forgot the whole ‘trapped on another planet while their species faced annihilation and eternal war’ thing.

And then the sound of an engine approaching put his processor into overdrive.

Bumblebee arriving, with young Raf and you.

Miko hurried to reload her gun, charging to take cover behind the sofa.

She was actually going to try and shoot her fellow humans, again.

This small child was a wonder.

What did Optimus do? He knew now that the bullet would not hurt, but he couldn’t just stand here and condone the use of violence against a fellow comrade.

But it had caused the young one so much joy, and Jack had seemed to be having a good time with her.

Allow for a moment of comradery, or play Big Bad Prime and intervene?

Bulk and Arcee came rushing into the main hanger, eager to see how this one would play out.

It seemed he was the only one who was debating intervening.

While violent and concerning, it was, after all, child’s play. One he could not understand, for how could anyone willingly encourage a child to want to fight, but it had still seemed enjoyable to them.

Ultimately, you were his charge, and he had sworn to protect you from dangers both of his world and your own. Optimus couldn’t just stand by.

“Y/n-” he started, but he was too late.

The pop sounded, Miko firing directly at you both.

Faster than Optimus’ advanced optics could track, the fake projectile shot towards you.

But, you were faster.

Without looking up from your phone, your one hand shot out, catching the blue foam bullet inches from Raf’s face.

“Don’t aim at faces, Miko.”

Stunned to silence, nobody knew what exactly had just happened.

You’d caught the bullet. Not even glancing away from your screen, you’d caught it milliseconds before it would’ve struck Raf’s glasses.

How had you seen it? How had you moved so fast?

Young Raf stayed frozen, looking from Miko to you, and then to the bullet you had just saved him from.

“Aww man! No fair!” the Japanese drama queen wailed, dropping her arms to her side. “There’s no way that was fair. Someone warned you.” Turning to Arcee and Bulk with a glare, she pointed to each. “Who told Bee to tell them?”

“No one, Miko. We didn’t say anything.” Bulkhead defended, raising his servos in surrender.

“I’m just that good.” you snarked, snatching the gun from Miko’s hold and reloading it.

Drawing back the compressor, you took aim with one hand and fired, the empty soda can on the table a good few paces from you jumping in the air from the impact before clattering to the floor.

Jack, who had unsuccessfully aiming at the exact can for a good while, turned to you with an open mouth and wide eyes. “How?”

“My cousins and I play all the time.” you replied, handing the pseudo weapon back to Miko.

The younger human looked awestruck for just a moment, before she got that look in her eyes. The one everyone on base knew to fear. “So that means you have more?”

Optimus didn’t like the returned look you gave her.

---

“Sunny, I’m pinned down! I need backup!” you cried, rolling to find cover behind the sofa.

“I’m coming Rouge!” Raf, Sunny, replied, running to join you.

“Bean Stalk, flank them!” Miko ordered, jumping up from behind the fort of pillows and firing at the couch.

“Roger, Pigtails.”

For humans, children on top of that, you were all surprisingly good at pretending to be at war.

Optimus briefly wondered if he had been a terrible influence on you all.

At least this was keeping you engaged and out of trouble for a few hours.

Decked out in stolen helmets and tactical vests that you’d found in an old storage room that were way too large for any of you, you all looked ridiculous. But the smiles on your faces were hard to find fault in.

‘Capture the Flag’, Jack had called it while helping Miko build a fort of pillows on one end of the catwalks, you and Raf taking the sofa and maneuvering into a point of cover. The objective to be to get to the other team’s chosen item and bring it back to your home base without being shot or losing your own item.

With the chosen items being a rolled up piece of cardboard, which you’d called a ‘toilet paper roll’, and an empty water bottle, Optimus did not see how these items would be special, but that did not seem to be of importance.

It was a rather ingenious way to teach children about warfare, though entirely unnecessary and saddening that beings so young were already introduced into a world with such horror.

This was round three of the game, the first round having ended with you and Raf the victors, while Miko had behaved rather dramatically after being shot and distracting Jack long enough for Raf to sneak by.

Round two had ended with a ceasefire, both sides running out of ammunition before a move could be made.

And now round three was under way, both sides hungry for a win.

The surrounding bots were cheering on their companions, Optimus claiming neutrality but secretly rooting for Raf and you.

Ratchet was, thankfully, in his berthroom on a mandated day off. Though with the amount of noise these plastic guns were making, he would not be resting much longer.

While Miko rained down foam bullets on you and Raf, Jack was slowly and silently creeping up to your base.

Classic distract and invade. A smart move.

Now, if he were in this situation, he’d have someone, probably Bumblebee, placed on a watch duty to spot exactly that. But with only two soldiers per team, you’d need to get creative.

“Where’s Bean Stalk?” you called to Raf, each taking turns to fire back at Miko each time she needed to reload.

“No eyes on target.” Raf replied, switching guns to a smaller one that shot faster but less rounds.

Glancing around, you caught his optic.

Neutral. He had to stay neutral, even though he could clearly see the young boy sneaking up on you from your left side.

Apparently, he didn’t need to say anything, for Optimus’ large windows acted at the perfect reflective surface.

Rolling, you jumped onto the small table, now standing above Jack who was in the process of crawling beneath it.

Adhering to the ‘No Face’ rule, you shot him in the leg.

But, you had been reckless. In taking the high ground to get a good aim on Jack, you had left yourself open to Miko.

With a flinch at the small bullet hitting your shoulder, you sighed and stepped off the table.

Perhaps, while he would never admit to wanting this game to become a regular thing, you would allow him to give you some pointers at a later date. If only for your own safety should this scenario become a real world situation.

Unlikely, but with Decepticons you could never be too careful.

“Do you think we could convince the bots to play laser tag?”

Foam bullets he could looked past, but Optimus would have to draw the line at lasers.

“It’s that or paintball.” Jack replied.

Remembering what happened last time Miko had tried to do anything with paint, Optimus was now more included to side with the laser tag.

“How long do you think they’ll keep this up?” you asked, removing your helmet.

Frowning at the bullets flying across the catwalks, each missing its target but adding another round of ammunition to the enemy, Jack shrugged. “’Til Ratchet gets fed up.”

By the sound of a berthroom door being thrown open with more force than necessary, something told the Prime that might be happening soon.

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