Annabelle

Decepticons

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“Starscream!”

The young decepticon came tumbling in, hurrying. He didn’t want to displease his lord again. He had failed to learn the location of the autobot base, yet again.

“Please tell me you have something useful,” the grand transformer said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Lord Megatron,” he pleaded. “Yes, I have failed to determine the autobot’s location,” Megatron growled. “I have learned of a potential weakness,” Starscream cringed, praying to Primus it worked.

“A weakness?” Megatron thought for a moment, before turning to look at the decepticon. “Enlighten me,”

Starscream smiled. The autobots didn’t have a prayer now if they valued that disgusting fleshling.

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I was riding with Jazz on the way to walmart to get some more food. It was a beautiful day, and I was tired. I spent most of the night trying to stop my arm from bleeding. It was four by the time I got it, and I had to be up at seven.

“When are you going to tell us the truth?” Jazz’s voice came through the radio.

Oh shit. “What are you talking about?”

“Those scratches on your arm today aren’t from no run through the forest, now are they?” when I didn’t answer, he sighed. “Just don’t try lying to Optimus. He always knows. I’ve tried before, and it doesn’t end well.”

Before either of us had any option to say anything more, Jazz hit something. Hard.

“Frag,” he cursed, trying to regain control of the car. “I need to transform,”

I jumped out of the car and watched as he slowly moved his damaged parts together hearing loud groaning, and a lot of wheezing. As soon as Jazz stood at his true height, something hit him in his back. He groaned and fell down, turning to meet his attacker. I looked behind him as well, and saw the same decepticon that attacked Ironhide.

“Starscream,” he glared at the con, trying to stand, but his wounds were preventing him to do so. I ran over to his side. Jazz reached his hand out and grabbed me, hugging me close.

“Don’t worry Jazz,” the decepticon smiled. “I’m not here for you. Lord Megatron has  a high interest in the human pet you’re so desperately protecting.”

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“Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet, is anyone there?”

Optimus clicked open the com link. Jazz sounded frantic.

“Optimus Prime,” replied.

“It’s Annabelle!” Jazz almost cried. “They took Annabelle!”

Every autobot within earshot froze. It couldn’t be any clearer who they were. It was the decepticons, and they were attacking.

This time, they took Annabelle with them.