out of control | transformers [original]

i. chapter twelve

"What the hell are you two doing?" Mikayla deadpanned, looking at the two twins as they carried the girls down the hallway.

Mudflap & Skids had arrived on Earth not even a month ago- and the base was in a ruckus because of it. They'd already caused so much damage to their equipment- and never listened to orders.

"We's just having some fun, s'all." Skids rambled, smirking once they'd made it to the empty hangar. "Don't worry, you'lls be out before the morning."

"Out?" Em asked worriedly, looking at the two with confusion, "What do you mean out?"

Mudflap shrugged. "We just playing a game, you don't need ta worry nothing."

The girls exchanged a worried look, immediately on edge. Whenever they said that they didn't need to worry, the people involved should probably start to worry.

It was almost midnight, the twins taking them from their room just as the lights turned off. Everything was dark, and the security team wouldn't make a round in the main hangar until around two in the morning- so they were completely alone.

Each of the bots pulled out a weird looking bottle, big enough to hold.. oh no.

"What are you doing?" Mikayla asked warily at the airtight tube. She didn't get an answer, and as she was about to try again, there was a scream. The blonde had been roughly placed into the container- Skids popping the cap closed.

She couldn't hear anything else come from the container, and she paled.

"Soundproofed it." Mudflap explained as he raised his arm- going to put her inside, "So we's can't hear ya'."

The girl's eyes widened, "You mean air tight- woah!"

Suddenly she was shoved into the pitch black tube- hearing nothing. She couldn't see her hands in front of her either. All she felt was the motion of herself being placed somewhere in the base.

The brunette blinked. "What the hell."

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Jazz had gotten up relatively early that day, planning to pick up Em so that they could hang out for a bit. Today was the day that the trainees began attempting to specialize with weapons- and he wanted to test her luck with aim.

And of course, he hoped the little one wouldn't have to use this skill- he would always be there to protect her- but it was a skill he knew she had to learn.

Making his way down the hall, he noticed the recruits beginning to stir- some even feeling comfortable to give him a wave. Of course, he waved back. He always waved back.

The mech continued on his merry way, feeling necessarily upbeat. After all, he did get to hang out with his charge. He wondered momentarily if that was the reason that Bumblebee stayed with Sam- and now that he thought about it, he probably did.

Finally arriving at the end of the hallway, he tapped lightly on their door, waiting for someone to answer. For a few moments, there was nothing- and he wondered if they had even heard him.

So he tapped the door again, saying a pretty loud greeting for the day to match.

Again, there was nothing- and a bad feeling grew in his gut. He furrowed his ptic ridges slightly- opening the door and peering inside.

What he saw confused him, their beds were made- everything was clean & picked up- and their desk was just as messily organized as usual.

A thought came to him, and he sighed in relief. Maybe they'd just gone to get breakfast early.