Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Soundwave Takes Over

A/N: This is Soundwave writing. Anna does not know that Soundwave has stolen her laptop to write this. Enigma wishes to write a chapter but Soundwave has a better idea (she is also busy to know that her possession is missing). Soundwave would like to share this tiny drabbles involving the crew's craziness a few days prior. Soundwave hopes readers will enjoy this.

Soundwave playing recorded documenting now.

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Enigma is seen drafting out her stories for the team. Optimus and Megatron were by her side, watching patiently as the femme human scribbled onto her notepad.

"So, we need to get lots of Part Two up because the requests are piling in." Anna said, planning the stories out.

Optimus picked one paper up, inspecting the contents inside. Smiling, he pointed at an error, handing it to author for correction. "My royal AU comes first before the Reverse chapter." He commented.

Anna nodded, scratching the words off and rewrites the sequences.

"Mhmm-hmm, thanks." She replied, chewing on her gum.

"Anna, I think you need to finish all the part twos before you make another chapter. Your readers need to get the sequels before you continue with your endless amount of shit-posting." Megatron said, throwing a pencil up and catching it, repeating the process several times.

"I know, I know. AND THIS SHIT-POSTING YOU'RE REFERRING TO HAS YOU INCLUDED!" She hissed, grabbing the pencil. "Stop playing with my stuff." She huffed.

"I'm bored."

"Go and practice your lines for the Ioa series then."

"I would, but then I'm going to miss out on seeing the drafts of the stories." Megatron coolly replied, lying upside down on the sofa.

Anna sighed, ruffling the silverette's hair before focusing on her work. The silver warlord swatted her hands away, growling a little.

"Hey, I've just groomed this holoform moments ago!" he said, patting down his messy hair. Anna snickered alongside with Optimus, both shaking their heads at the proud gladiator.

A loud crash ensued, making the trio stop in their conversation as they gave one another a confused look.

"What was that?"

"I don't know."

"Beats me either."

"Should we go check?"

"It would be wise-" Optimus was promptly cut off when a stapler hit straight onto his face. It tumbled onto the ground with a thud. Hissing in pain, the Prime clutched his face as he tried to clear his blurry visions. By his side, Anna was panicking as she comforts the big guy, still in daze of what's going on.

Megatron was busy laughing his aft off at Optimus's predicament, falling onto the floor as he let out a series of boisterous guffaws.

"OPTIMUS!"

"Ow..."

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! O-OH MY PRIMUS!"

"Megatron!" Anna chided, glaring at the laughing male.

"S-Sorry- PFFT!!" he tried to hold his snickers, red eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Come on big guy, let's get you an ice pack." Anna urged, helping the thrown-off mech up and guided him to the kitchen. She didn't make it far when another flying object came crashing in, narrowly missing her head.