My Darkness One-Shots

Modified

Starfreeze and Optimus from T-Night's:

A Prime's Fate

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"High-grade? None of us do high-grade," Bumblebee said. Ratchet snorted, obviously offended.

"Why in the name of the AllSpark would I give you high-grade?" he asked. "It's bad for the gears and processor and not to mention makes even the most honorable bots act like scoundrels. The side effects are horrible, and-"

"Alright! You're not giving us high-grade!" Skywave said. "But it sounded like you were for a minute, there."

"It's just a test," Ratchet said, swirling the vial gently in his servo. "It's a type of high-grade, but much, much better. No side effects, it only lasts so long, and it absolutely will not make anyone do anything stupid. I hope, anyway. If they have too much, then perhaps they will, but to distribute it evenly, no one should have more than I say. Anyway, this is to basically help this team relax after many cycles of hard work."

"That sounds great," Skywave said. "Are you going to have any?" Ratchet started laughing.

"Of course not!" he snorted. She lifted an optic ridge. "Fine. Maybe a little."

"Hey, O.P!" Sideswipe called. "What about you?"

"You deserve it," Bumblebee said. He leaned over to Skywave. "This might be the Prime opportunity to get him to laugh!"

Optimus hesitated, then held his servo out. "Where's Star?" Skywave asked.

"Wandering," Arcee said. "So, it's like what the humans call laughing gas?"

"Exactly," Ratchet said as he handed her a portion of it. He sat down once it had been distributed.

"To finally defeating the council and retrieving Starfreeze and Optimus," Skywave said. Bumblebee pushed the servo holding the modified high-grade out along with his. The others followed along, then awkwardly sipped it. Sideswipe took the first initiative and downed the rest of it in one gulp. Ratchet choked on his.

"This is pretty good," Cliffjumper said. Arcee let out a small snort. "What'd I say?" This apparently made her start laughing harder. "'Cee? Should I be concerned?" She started laughing hysterically.

"That's the effect of the modified high-grade," Ratchet said, focused rather intently on his serving. Arcee was guffawing by now, on her back, legs and arms flailing in the air. Cliffjumper stared at her.

"Sorry, little one," Sideswipe said. "You're too small for this." Cliffjumper glared at him. "What? It was gonna happen at...some point..." He suddenly fell forwards onto his face plate and Strongarm pointed, laughing.

The others started to fall into states like this, even Ratchet. The medic tried to get up and walk away before it happened, but he collapsed on the ground, giggling like a mad bot. Optimus watched it all go down, no one noticing that he actually had consumed his portion, mostly to honor Ratchet and his hard work in making this for the team. Only later would he even begin to get affected.

"What is going on down there?" Starfreeze asked herself. It sounded like a human football stadium during a game! She hurried down, Wildstrike suddenly flying past her, laughing like a maniac. Starfreeze didn't have time to ask her why before she disappeared around the corner, her laughter fading a moment later.

Starfreeze peered around the corner, blinking at the chaos. Sideswipe and Strongarm were wrestling with each other, quite ferociously at that, Cliffjumper and Arcee were practically dying of laughter, Skywave and Bumblebee were making some sort of tower; Starfreeze didn't know how they got into that position. Wheeljack was on his front side, shouting muffled things into the ground as if he didn't know his face plate was planted firmly on the ground, Legend and Windblade were singing with maximum voice cracks, Ratchet was banging his helm on the edge of the command center and giggling like crazy, Grimlock was doing strange acrobatics, and Fixit was pressing random buttons. Ultra Magnus was talking to Smokescreen, but both would start laughing at random moments, and Jazz and Bulkhead were building something; Starfreeze didn't even want to know what it was. Dalia was changing shapes like mad and Silverhunter was staring at her with her intake open like a sparkling. Denny and Russell watched it all with pots and pans on top of their heads for protection.