TFP-University

🕸 Two 🕸

It's actually freaky how well that picture works out.....wow. You'll understand further down, dear readers. Just keep those eyes 'n fingers scrollin'.

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Ugh. Megatron couldn't have picked a worse punishment if he tried.

Arachnid grumbled irritably to herself as she patrolled the halls of TFP-U, kicking herself for letting the humiliatingly mundane title of Hall Monitor befall her. Sometimes she just wanted to grab that goddamned faction warlord around the neck and slowly peel his spine out until he crumbled to the ground in a lifeless pile of idiotic--actually, scratch that--infuriatingly clever goo. Megatron wasn't stupid, no matter how much she wanted him to be--ooh. Even better; tear his internal organs out one-by-one until he was nothing more than a husk. Then again, she could always go Joker-style and rip his face off. Why did it have to be hall monitor?!

She hadn't even done anything that bad, just shoot some annoying jock in the face with her experimental web fluid during third period Chem. Admittedly, Arachnid wasn't really supposed to have any more experimental web fluid (she'd already been suspended for it once), and the guy had lost an eye, but who gave a rat's ass what random chemicals she threw in a beaker and called a web. She could've nailed Breakdown with a marshmallow and Megatron still would have found a reason to punish her.

No matter. It wasn't her problem she was so good at accidentally making acidic spiderwebs. Besides, she could handle Hall Monitor duty for a few more months. At least it wasn't the whole year this time. Arachnid groaned at the memory--she'd told the principal of their neighboring University that a few of his select students (she'd purposely picked ones from the Insecticon faction, since they were known for their destructive antics and short tempers) were allowed on campus for a week to see how the school worked. Believe it or not, Hardshellc had bought it, and her selections had overstayed their welcome by six days, that was how hard it was to control them. In the end, Orion, Megatron, and the Wreckers had to drive them out by sheer force. Wheeljack had almost killed one when it kicked Bulkhead a little to hard, and it had taken both Ultra Magnus and Orion to hold him back. Wreckers. Such savages.

Megatron had somehow managed to trace the source of the disaster back to her--probably through Hardshell, the little rat--and it had earned her a year of Hall Monitor and Janitor duty. That had driven her to the edge of her sanity. Thank God for rookie protocol--Smokescreen had been assigned the mop for the last two weeks of the school year. Arachnid had half a mind to thank him, but luckily her pride wasn't that damaged. Yet. Another few months of Hall Monitor might just do it.

Arachnid huffed as she turned a corner--
and spotted a girl she had never seen before heading towards the office, most likely to get her faction. She was strawberry blonde and lean bodied, a look of nervous irritation painted on her tan face. Her nails were short, polish chipped from where she had gnawed at them. Everything about her was just screaming "easy prey".

Ooh, a new whore to trounce!! This'll be fun!

Arachnid put on the most disgusted sneer she could muster and crossed the hall to lean against the side of the office, watching the girl carefully as she passed. She rolled her eyes to the side and stuck a foot out, the first insulting thing she could think of. Childish, maybe, but it would work for now.

The blondie sidestepped her foot without looking, shooting a warning glare at Arachnid as she slammed the door in her face.

Wait....that's it?

Arachnid scoffed in a surprised, less-than-dignified way. She used her (temporarily) best tactic and all she got was a glare?

Whatever. Arachnid wasn't in the mood to deal with new-girl shit right now. She shoved herself off the wall to continue stalking the halls, pausing for a minute to watch Wheeljack spar with Kup through the gym windows. He was good, Arachnid would give him that. A gifted swordsman and adept at the art of fighting in general, Wheeljack was a formidable opponent on any field. Arachnid would almost like him if it weren't for his personality. Ugh. Arrogant guys annoyed her to no end.