Transformers Prime Imagines

A Word With The Author. (TFP Crew & Enigma)

"Hey guys! The book just reached two thousand reads! How cool is that?" Enigma said, lifting her phone up proudly. Megatron slouched over to her left side, peaking onto her device.

"Huh, you should be thanking me." he smirked, playing with the author's blue hair. Enigma gave him a flat look, unimpressed.

"Why?"

"Well, it's due to me that you're gaining views, obviously." He replied, messing up the femme's already-wild hair. Enigma huffed, swatting his servos away.

"No, you should be saying thank you to the loving reader storyaboutHP  for her constant support. She and I happened to share the same love for you, ya big doofus!" the girl sighed. Optimus nodded, leaning onto Enigma's right shoulders with a pleasant look.

"Indeed. She has been very supportive. Besides her, there were quite the other followers too." Optimus noted, gently taking my phone and scrolled down. "-like this lady, menameDanny. She has been so sweet too." The Prime added. Enigma chuckled, nodding along.

"Yeah, she's very cute. There's also-"

"Butterflymed! She's the best!" Smokescreen yelled, tumbling over Enigma's coffee table. The rookie was stuffing his face with...

"Is that my pack of gummy sweets? Smokescreen, I needed that!" Enigma groaned, snatching the empty pack of sugary treat. Smokescreen shrugged, wiping his fingers on his jacket before taking over the lady's phone without a warning.

"This beautiful femme has been requesting for my one-shots! Thank you, I know I look good sweetspark!" he winked at the trio on the sofa. The three of them shuddered, Enigma gagging in the middle.

"Please, save the narcissism for Knockout." Enigma said, shaking her head. Ratchet trudged over, his lab coat touching the ground as he sighed.

"Anna-"

"Enigma!" The author corrected, pouting at the confused medic.

"Isn't that your real name?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the femme human.

"Yeah, but we're on camera now. I'd prefer you to use my pen name please." Enigma sighed, standing up and pointing towards the camera. Ratchet rolled his eyes and tossed the item on his hands towards the short lady.

"Here, do something with that." He muttered, taking a seat on the other sofa. Enigma tilted her head in confusion, looking down at the tablet he had just thrown-

Oh.

"Right...Kinda ironic, ya know? My first book and now I'm more focused on this one-shots than anything." Enigma chuckled, mindlessly tapping on the screen. Lightblade came down from the staircase with an eye roll, draping over the railing with a dissatisfied grunt.

"You gave me a badass drawing of myself and one finished book and then all of a sudden you're focusing on this book instead, this ain't fair!" Lightblade whined, pouting at her creator. Enigma sighed, snickering at the identical-hairstyle femme with amusement.

"Sorry baby. In my defence, I'm still working on your plot." The writer said, shrugging. Miko bounced over the couch without a warning, knocking the petite femme's wind out of her lungs.

"OOF!" Enigma choked out.

"ANNNNAAAA!!!" Miko dragged, tugging onto the author's hoodie with much force.

"The name's Enigma damn it, we're on screen!" she hissed, prying away the Japanese girl's hands. "What do you want kid?" she sighed, looking down at the teen.