A/N: A short, warm-up chapter because I've been having some weird writter's block where my ideas and words are not matching together, for some reason.
Starscream: Just say you're lazy, Anna.
Anna: SHUT UP! Anyways, I'll try to be as active as I can but no promises. I'm also typing on my tablet instead of my trusty laptop, so if the layout is off, I do apologise in advance~ Love yall bye-
Megatron: ANNA, I WANT ANSWERS! WHY AM I NOT SCHEDULED TODAY-
Anna: SHHHHH, DON'T SPOIL THE READERS!
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Ah, the wonderful music of drilling, hammering and thundering filled my audial receptors as I face the crowd of Decepticons in an Energon mine.
Oh, what an exquisite day... to bang my helm against the wall, that is.
First and foremost, I hate MINING!
If there is ONE fragging job in this universe (can't say world because apparently, there are other ones out there) that I'd not do, it's mining.
It's heavy and tiring, and OH MY GOD, GENERAL STARSCREAM IS SCREAMING-
"Lord Starscream, not General." I corrected myself mockingly, glaring at the Seeker from afar. "Stupid job, stupid life, stupid, useless carving tools..."
Mumbling to no one, I continued scrapping off smaller Energons off the wall, doing my best to fuck around the job.
"Get Energon, go back. Get shit from Megatron. Do stupid data work. More work. Sleep. More work. More screeching..." I droned, lazily picking on the rocks in front of me. "Wonderful life with the Cons, pfft."
My attempts on slacking off was short-lived as a Vehicon mech smacked me on the helm.
"If you wanna doze off, might as well be melted off for spare parts!" He said, shaking his helm dissaprovingly.
...In all honesty, I was forced here against my will. Not all Decepticons want to join their oh-so mighty, winning team.
But sure, be melted off for spare parts because I'm slacking off.
Bunch of unadulterated lugnuts.
"Digging myself, a grave..." I sang off-key, chipping off more of the fuel. "Digging myself, a grave..."
"When the road, get, tough ahead..." I kicked a large chunk out, carefully not to fall over and knocking helm first on the spiky Energons. "-you can just dig a grave and lie in instead."
"No don't go back to your comfortable bed." I growled as one stubborn-aft Energon stayed still in the crevice no matter how much i tried shoving it off. "You'll dig a grave with me..."
"Y-You'll...d-dig a grave...with...m-m-ME!" I yelled and pushed onto the damned piece.
Alas, my efforts are nothing but a waste because the FUCKING Energon is NOT MOVING PRIMUS DAMN YOU-
"(Y/N)! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" A VERY high pitched voice SCREECHED.
SHIIIIITTTTTTT-
"I-I uh...the Energon got stuck?" I gave the seething mech a dry chuckle. "S-Sorry for the commotion...u-uh, sir."
"GRR-GET BACK TO WORK! USELESS BOT YOU ARE!" Starscream snarled, not forgetting to give me a good slap to the faceplate.
...Why of all mechanical autonomous being, is this goddamn arse having claws?
WHY?
"Ow...Yes sir." I mumbled, wanting to return to my post.
"I AM NOT DONE-YET!" Starscream all but screamed in my audials.
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