Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

2K Special With Megatron!

"Is it turned on?" Megatron asked his trusty communication specialist whom replied with a confirmation nod. "Good." He cleared his voicebox and waved at the camera.

"Hello readers." He began, smirking at the small recording camera. "How are you? No, no no..." he waved at the silent mech. "That's too weird. Again."

Straightening up, the silver gladiator spoke once again. "GREETINGS, FELLOW READERS! - too rough?" Megatron took a glance at Soundwave. The Decepticon TIC nods and displayed a startled emoji to convey his thoughts.

"Y-You're right...How about you give it go then?" Megatron sighed, pinching an imaginary nose bridge. "I can't seem to get this right."

"Just be-yourself."

"Hah! If I'd be so that femme would be bawling every day!" Megatron rolled his optics, scratching the side of his faceplate.

"Anna-is still-sleeping. This is- your-chance to-take over." Soundwave said.

"How about if we do it like the way you did?"

"Pardon?"

"The chapter where you stole her laptop." Megatron shrugged, tapping his digits on his face as he pondered on this situation.

"What-story-have you- prepared-for the-readers?" Soundwave questioned, slightly tilting his helm.

"Must I have to?" Megatron said, raising an optic ridge. "What's there to tell except that I'm currently controlling the feed? I just want to take over the chapter for today!"

"..."

"Fine, fine. Let me go borrow the laptop." He relented, shuffling out of the recording space.

"The laptop-is on the-coffee-table."

"Thanks."

The warlord was about to pick the small device up when another servo grabbed the side too. Looking up, the Decepticon leader was faced with a familiar red and blue mech.

"Optimus?"

"Megatron." The Prime nodded, hands still gripping the computer tightly.

"Are you going to let go?"

"I need to use it. Servos off, Pax."

"Don't start, Megatronus." Optimus rebutted, narrowing his blue optics at the contrasting red ones.

"Then I suggest you to let go." Megatron replied, gritting his dentas.

"I need it." Optimus coolly stated in his calm tone.

"Well, I need it more!" The warlord snapped, tightening his claws on the silver laptop.

"It's going to break if you don't let go."

"You first!"

"Please don't break the laptop." Ioa deadpanned, standing in between the two leaders all of a sudden.

"Where the hell you cme from!?"

"Oh, hello Ioa."

"Hi OP, hello to you to Megs." Lightblade rolled her optics. Glancing at the small tiny device, Ioa spoke up. "Why are you two fighting over the laptop?" she asked.

"I need it." The Prime and the warlord said simultaneously. Snapping their helms at one another, the two mech made a soft growl.

"Anna is asleep. You boys better be on your best behaviour or she's going to kick your asses." Ioa stretched her arms and walked off, taking a sit on the couch as she activated her holoform. Taking a swig of her ice-cold lemon tea, the snow-white hair femme grinned in delight.