V-13 has damaged their processor one too many times. Making data from our universe travel to their TFP mind. Now this unlucky vheicon can do things no other cybertronian can, because of the internet taking over.
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warning. writer has many mental...
YES! SOMEWHAT ON TIME! Made a drawing as well. Something wholesome compared to the sadistic stuff I recently commented. On a completely 'unrelated' topic, if any of you need any torture strategies or ideas for maximum pain, let me know. I can cook up some personal ones. >:)
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I just used my autisum and ADHD to randomly throw up some colors onto this picture.
Another note. This whole chapter is based off of a singular dumb idea I made and built off of. Any comment can help me submit more chapters. It can be as simple as something happening to your day or a funny quote. Heck, I will accept some OCs (with all of your credit and a link to your wattpad) if someone wants me too.
":Cybertronian language or Bumblebee.:"
"-Voice recording or video-"
"Normal talking. AND SHOUTING! OR EMPHASIS."
'Thoughts'
[Bond]
\Communications or phone\
(Quick note or comment from author.)
*Scene change*
"Talking. =sound effect=."
"~Flirt~"
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Vim just returned from a patrol with Stereo. They were casually minding their own business until a door was brown off its hinges right in front of them. they checked to see the cause of the commotion. Vheicon SS1 and SS2 was in the room.
Vim sighed. "You can't just decide to make new flavors without knowing what you are doing. You might make a plague."
"But J4-m35 was able to replicate your formula in a new way and he does not know am much as we do, V-13." SS1 retorted.
Vim slaps their face. "Safely dispose EVERYTHING and wash off. I'm going to find James before he dies."
The two trouble makers walked off with helms tilted down. SS2 speaks up. "But-"
Vim flicks the cons on the backs of their heads. "NO BUTS! You could of killed someone again. Do I have to remind you about what you did to daddy long legs?" Vim teleported off with urgency to the decepticon rec room.
The doors to the rec room slammed open. "DO ANY FELLOW GRAPES KNOW WHERE JAMES IS!?!"
"He went to the med bay. His plating started to warp." 3V3237 pointed out. Everyone else is wondering what the frag a grape is.
Vim's optics widened. "SCRAPLINGS THAT LOOK LIKE SPARKLINGS! Thanks Everet! Now I've got a life to save."
Vim faded and vanished before everyones eyes. Stereo just barely arrived at the door way. Everet pointed towards the med bay. Stereo twittered in appreciation before flying off to the medbay.
*at med bay*
Knockout was monitoring a vheicon with warped plating. Then another appeared before his face. It was Vim standing on the ceiling.
"KNOCKOUT! JAMES IS GOING TO BLOW UP OR SOMETHING! CAN I FIX HIM!
Knockout jumped. "Solus fraggin prime!"
Vim stretches their stabilizers to step onto the floor. "I will take that as a yes. Gonna take him to my ground lab. Didn't mean to startle you."
Vim and the warped vheicon disappeared as soon as Knockout blinked. There was a knocking at the medbay doors. Knockout opened them to reveal an over worked Stereo looking for Vim.
"Sorry.... just missed them....." Knockout blinked a few more times to clear his processor. "Their ground lab."
Stereo crowed in frustration. she headed off to find soundwave for a ground bridge.
*somewhere in the middle of Uganda, Africa.*
J4-m35 opened his optics. His visor giving off many warnings as he hissed in pain.
A small Vim patted his face. "Why in the would did you think it was a good idea to put Citipati fossils in anything. everyone knows their the first beings on this planet to have salmonella." (not a true fact. just something i put in for fun.) Vim paused for a moment. "Okay not everyone just me. But still why were you trying to make Or-energon on your own when i have a recipe that won't deform anyone upon consumption."
J4-m35 tried to respond. "=SQUALK!="
Vim tilted their helm at J4-m35. "You don't have a better excuse then that? are you sure you are programed to be a Decepticon?
J4-m35 shot his helm up. His optics scanned over his new frame. "=RAWRT!?!=" He fell over in shock.
Vim gave a deadpan expression. "No. I did not experiment with you. I just gave you pain killers and stopped your joints from falling apart until your mutating stopped. Try to catch up."
Stereo zoomed through a window. [You forgot to take me with you! ARE YOU STUPID!]
Vim rolled their optics. "My bad, it was a life or death situation. Anyways James turned himself into a TRUCKING DINOSAUR, because he wanted some Or-energon." Vim shook their helm. "What are we going to tell megatron."
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Yep. I cut it short. Rough week.
Please comment some crap. Vote if you support the vheicon community. Yes, I ate a spaghetti cube. Until next time. Have a good week or else, Soundwave will stop making memes.
