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Orion Pax's Vlog Pt.2

[11 year old Wheeljack has a bad day]

"YAHHHHHHHH-"
"Will you SHUT YOUR PRIMUS DAMNED MOUTH FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!"
Wheeljack was cut off in the middle of a battle cry as Ratchet promptly screamed louder.

Orion winced, rubbing his audials as Wheeljack dropped the stuck he was holding and crossed his arms sulkily.
Soundwave face/visor palmed before standing up from his crouching stand.
He walked over to the camera and looked at it,
"I don- don't really understand the point in having a sha-camera recording us recording a pr-project..."
He said uncertaintly, picking the camera up and tapping the lense.
Orion hastily took it off of him and wiped the lense clean again.

"You move about too much, and this could get us extra credit!"
Soundwave still seemed doubtful.
"I don't think extra-credit is going to bring up my D- in Drama."
Wheeljack commented, walking over after picking up the stick once again.

"I don't think anything is going to bring that grade up, escpecially after you stripped the given camera for spare parts."
Ratchet answered, seeming angry at Wheeljack.

"What can I say, it was too tempting!"
Wheeljack said back,
"But anyway, I'm getting 'A's in almost all my classes so it doesn't really matter"

"OF COURSE IT MATTERS! YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOUR GRADE WILL END AS!"
Ratchet really seemed angry now, obviously in a bad mood.
It was probably from Wheeljack hitting him with two sticks like Katanas.

"Calm down guys, exams are almost over!"
Orion was still inspecting the camera as if Soundwave had caused some unknown damage to it.

"I think I'm going to go to English now, I know it's technically a free lesson but I'm bored."
Wheeljack said, not wanting to talk to Ratchet anymore.
"Take the camera will you? I want it to stay safe in English."
Orion was reluctant to hand it over but decided to anyway.
"Pfft, you think Wheeljack's going to keep that safe? He's an idiot! It'll break in minutes with that afthelm handling it!"

Ratchet didn't seem to notice how hurt Wheeljack looked at that, turning away to look at a poster on the wall he hadn't noticed before.
"Wow thanks Ratchet."
Wheeljack promptly picked the camera up from Orions servo and walked off.

He didn't say anything for about 3 minutes, instead walking around slightly louder than necessary.
Finally he gave a loud sigh and glared down at the camera.
"Why is it always me Ratchet gets mad at?"
He seemed quite upset, more upset than you'd seen before.
"It isn't fair. He only ever yells at me, and he never throws wrenches at the others. What's different between me and the others?"
He abruptly stops as a loud noise comes from up the corridor, and snobby accents could be heard faintly in the background.
"You gotta be kidding me..."
Wheeljack hisses as someone yells his name.

The voices come closer and Wheeljack goes to walk away, but a green servo closes around the camera and Wheeljack his shoved away and into another bot who grabs his shoulders harshly.
"What may this be ay?" A strangely accented voice comes from the guy holding Wheeljack back.
"Wait! No- give it back!"

The now-three people laugh and the person holding Wheeljack starts dragging him away and to what looked like a locker.
"Have fun Freak!" The guy shoves Wheeljack into the locker before throwing the camera into it too.
The door slams shut so hard the camera makes a high pitched whine at the noise, and Wheeljack sighs again.

The only light available was through thin strips that had been put in the locker, and that was barely enough to make out the shape of Wheeljack.
"Wow."
That was all Wheeljack said before something hit his helm and he made a disgusted noise.
"EW WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS ALL SLIMEY AND-"
He cut off when he saw what it was.
Someones lunch that had probably been there for weeks.
Wheeljack groans and starts kicking the locker door, ignoring the camera.
"Why now!" He exclaims, leaning against that wall and kicking the door once more in anger.