#maybe I can make it a quintuple-drabble...

[radarsteddybear]

Torn between wanting to just post this missing scene fic already and wanting it to feel more...idk. Complete, maybe? Like there's a point to it? Except I'm not quite sure how to accomplish that, so it continues to languish in my WIP folder.

[heliopauseentertainments]

Fic Request: Skybyte just wanted to go to the bookstore and get his copy of [whatever poetry book] signed by the author, but this big blue dork [or little green dork, it's Mims/Ultnar Megsuna] just keeps disrupting the line!

This was surprisingly fun, also getting to write Skybyte is a joy. He's just so wild. I'll crosspost this to AO3 and DW in a little bit.

Quintuple drabble!

Title: Book Signing Continuity: IDW1 Rating: General Relationship: none, background MiniMegs Characters: Skybyte, Minimus Ambus Summary: In which Skybyte tries to get a book signed. Crossposting: In a reblog Fic under cut.

Skybyte had been trying to go out more these days. It had been so long since their homeworld had known peace that he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with it. Holing up in his rundown apartment in the cheap areas of Iacon outside of Metroplex during his off-hours wasn’t how he wanted to spend his time though. Besides, if he went out, he could support rebuilding the creative community. Something productive to do with his time.

Singing at a local bar with acquaintances like Jazz had been somewhat successful, but today he was going to try something different, something more dear to his spark.

Clutching a favorite datapad of poetry he’d purchased from the local bookstore under his arm, Skybyte waited patiently in the line winding around the interior of the store. The author, having luckily survived the turmoil of the past four million years, was having a signing today. Though the line moved slowly, Skybyte found that he didn’t particularly mind. Instead, he occupied himself with cheerful thoughts such as how nice it would be to shake hands with the author, maybe talk about poetry, maybe talk about his own poetry, and how they would bond over it and become great friends and maybe—

“Hey!”

A green and white minibot had bumped into him, seemingly fiddling with the bollards used to demarcate the signing line. Probably trying to cut in line! The nerve!

“Excuse me! Manager!” Skybyte raised his hand in the air, waving it around to garner some attention to his plight. As soon as he thought he had caught the optics of someone that looked like a staff member, he pointed his index finger at the line-disrupting fiend. “This mech is cutting in line!”

“I beg your pardon?” The little green mech paused his fiddling and looked up at Skybyte. Now that he could see the mech’s face, he noticed a distinguished black mustache that seemed to twitch in indignation. “How dare you accuse me of such a crime? Cutting in line. Nonsense. Only the lowest low-life would cut in line!”

The mech stood up on his toes and pointed a retorting finger at the center of Skybyte’s chest.

“I am merely adjusting the line markers for everyone’s benefit. It’ll be more efficient and then we can all proceed to the signing in an orderly fashion—”

A booming voice called from further back in the line. Skybyte didn’t want to look. He recognized that voice.

“Minimus! Please!”

Despite the volume, that was said very much in a tone that implied someone else was being embarrassed by someone’s action. This “Minimus” put his hands on his hips and turned to call back to the source of the voice, presumably the person he came with.

“Megatron, if the line isn’t straight, we’ll waste time meandering about racks and bric-a-brac—“

“You are making a scene.”

Skybyte coughed deliberately into his hand before jabbing his index finger in accusation at the green minibot.

“Manager! This mech is causing a scene!”