Transformuary - Day 11
Prompt: "Crossover"
“ORDER IN THE COURT!” Stardust squeaked as he hefted a gavel that was over twice his size into the air before slamming it down against the podium. “I SAID ORDER!”
“Shit, we’re in court?!” Klikbait hissed over to Ricochet who made a face.
“I didn’t do it,” Ricochet said, straightening up. “I swear.”
Stardust pointed at them. “SILENCE!”
Onni tumbled through the ceiling and crashed into the ground with a groan. “Fuckin’ ow.” He then shot up with a delighted gasp. “Aw hell yeah! I can fuckin’ curse again! WOO!”
Klikbait looked around at the cell in bemusement “So, what’s happening, exactly?”
Stardust zipped into the air in front of his face. “Interdimensional mindfuckery is what this is.” He spread his arms out to emphasise the cell that was steadily becoming more and more crowded as more people tumbled, appeared or were portalled in. “All of the Julians of every known universe are getting sucked into here. For some reason.” He held up a digit with a smug expression. “I overheard the bad guys talkin’- I don’t think they realized I was already in the cell after their ‘test’ run.”
“Damn,” Corgi said from where he was eyeing Ricochet thoughtfully. “Are they stupid or what?”
“Stupid for sure,” Blossom buzzed as he flew up beside Stardust, who cupped his servos together around him with a gleeful expression.
“You’re even smaller than me!” Stardust said, delighted.
A black portal materialised midair and Spork hopped out with a cackle before he hacked up a blaster, which Deadeye snatched up with a disbelieving expression from where he’d suddenly popped into existence. “... pocket dimension?” He muttered before glancing up and pausing. “Uh.”
Multiple pairs of optics began to regard one another curiously.
Then-
“Just curious,” Morpho said as he leaned against the bars of the cell. “But do y’all ever buff?”
“Only when I don’t have a choice,” Corgi said, looking at him with tired optics from where he was now curled up on top of a bemused Ricochet’s shoulder plating. “Which means that Bee usually takes care of that when I’m napping.”
It was like watching a tidal wave of reactions as every version of Julian perked up immediately at the name.
“You have a Bee?”
“Bumblebee?”
“Bumbles?”
“Hold up,” Klikbait suddenly said with a weirded out expression. “I am feeling some crazy fuckin’ deja vu right now.”
“Same,” both Ricochet and Deadeye said, eyeing each other.
Wrath hunched over with a curious expression. “So, since we’re all different versions of ourselves, does that mean that we’re all with different versions of Bumblebee too?”
Stardust clapped his servos together. “Right! If you’re all with a Bee, raise a servo!”
Nearly everyone’s servos went up.
All except for Stardust and Spork, who looked at one another in solidarity.
“Haven’t found a Bee,” Spork said with an amused expression. “Just been focused on runnin’ from the evil dude who made me.”
Stardust sighed. “I have been far too occupied with my presidency and maintaining a society to even bother leaving. Though, it has been some time since I’ve heard from two of my citizens. Hm.” He rubbed his chin consideringly. “A curiosity for later- those two are normally good at keeping in touch.”
“Yer missin’ out then,” Onni said as he strummed his banjo that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. “That’s all I’m gonna say.”
“Where did you get that,” Cyclic asked, staring at the banjo. “I’m serious, where in the hell-”
Vespa reached over to pat him on the helm. “Vespa thinks that we shouldn’t ask too many questions here, all things considered.”
Another commotion broke out as they all realized that they didn’t know each other’s names.
“We can’t just call each other Julian as funny as that would be,” Crash said. “My tacnet would fuckin kill me.”
An argument later and the appearance of Amazon Prime and they all had shoddily made bumper stickers on their chassis with their names scribbled over the blank space available.
“Why do you even have these,” Klikbait asked Amazon Prime, who shrugged.
“I’ve been around for a good minute,” the Prime said. “Some people collect stamps. I collect bumper stickers.”
“Makes sense,” they all said, nodding.
Biteforce, from where he was chewing on Stardust’s discarded gavel, let out a growl as he lifted up his not-helm, the screen on his chassis lighting up with a grid view of the area they were all trapped in. “Ay, I think our jailors are comin.’”
Cyclic leapt up into the ceiling, managing to hide away from view as a multiple headed creature stopped in front of their cell, tentacles writhing through the air at them.
They took a collective step back with disgusted expressions.
“Ewww,” Arsenal said, cringing away. “What is that?”
Biteforce snapped his jaws over one tendril that came too close, and they watched as it separated from the creature’s body to plop onto the ground where it jumped and flexed before suddenly melting into a puddle of black goo.
“Augh,” Biteforce said, shaking his not-helm frantically. “Why can I taste that?!”
The creature didn’t seem to care that its tentacle had been severed, and they all watched as a new one took its place.
And then it was blasted backwards into a wall where it slumped down onto the ground with a gurgle.
They all whipped their helms around to stare at Deadeye who looked back at them.
“I have a gun,” Deadeye said. “What am I supposed to do? Not use it?”
“Is it bad that I genuinely forgot I could set myself on fire?” Klikbait asked no one in particular, but even that thought niggled at the back of his processor like an annoying itch.
“Not just you, actually,” Cyclic said as he jumped back down with a disturbed expression. “I think most, if not all of us have weapons we can use but… it’s like something’s keeping us from using what we have.”
Arsenal frowned and looked down at himself consideringly. “Let me try something.”
His chassis opened up, and then he let out a hum before pointing at Vespa. “Reach inside and when you feel something, pull it out.”
Vespa cocked his helm to the side before nodding and then he reached inside.
After a moment, he pulled out a rifle.
“...” they all stared at Arsenal, then at each other with wide optics.
“Infinite weapons glitch?” Onni said giddily as they all took turns pulling out their own weapon. The train spun his revolver and jumped when he accidentally fired a shot into the already dead creature across from them. “Oh shit- mah bad, guys.”
“Move,” Shadetrick said, motioning for them to step aside as he aimed his blaster at the cell doors
“I can help,” Boombox said as he began to vibrate the metal with his speakers.
He and Boombox worked together to weaken the bars until Wrath was able to snap them away, and then they all filed out with wide optics as they took in the massive building they were inside of.
“As far as kidnappings go,” Klikbait said as he kicked at a wall. “This is by far the coolest.”
“I just want to leave,” Wrath said pitifully. “I don’t like being here.”
Stardust flew over to give him a consoling pat on the helm. “You okay, big guy?”
Wrath looked up at him nervously. “Bad memories.”
“Ahh,” they nodded in understanding.
“If someone tries to stop us, I’ll just rip them apart,” Shadetrick told him easily. “The place could use some color.”
They all let out noises of agreement before they began to chatter about what fights they’ve all been in, their favorite method of attack and they poked fun at Onni for being a support main, to the train’s disgruntlement.
Some time later…
“This place practically screams super villain lair,” Deadeye said as they all stared up at the massive orb that hovered in the middle of the chamber they found themselves in, more of those creatures floating around, seemingly not having seen them.
Amazon Prime pointed at the orb. “Oh damn, I didn’t know this thing still existed.”
They all looked at him.
Amazon Prime looked back at them before waving his servos frantically. “In my defense, I didn’t realize we were in my universe. Orbs of mysterious origin that can transport people through universes are a dime a dozen when it comes to the multiverse, okay?”
Ricochet rolled his optics. “Okay, Amazon Prime, we hear you. Let’s just blow this shit up and go home. I’m missing quality movie time with Bee.”
Klikbait nodded. “I’m getting cravings. I want to be spoiled.” He pointed at the creatures that slowly began to turn towards them. “And I’m in a somewhat shitty mood so I’m going to burn these fuckers right now.”
He hefted up his flamethrower and shot out a blast of flames, sending one of the creatures shrieking into the cavern below.
“Whatever you do, don’t touch the orb,” Amazon Prime shouted to all of them as he leapt up towards the controls, punching one of the creatures away as he did so. “If you touch the orb, it’ll vaporize you.”
“But it’s shiny,” Morpho whined as he shot through the air at high speeds before transforming into a falcon and used the metal spikes on his talons to rip through one of the creature’s faces.
“DO NOT TOUCH THE SHINY!”
“I love family reunions,” Deadeye said happily as he shot another creature, sending it careening towards Onni who shot it full of holes, making it fly down into the abyss like a deflating balloon. “It makes life so interesting.”
“Family, you say?” Onni said with a shit eating grin as he reached up to grab his banjo before playing a familiar tune that had every Julian perking up with gleeful expressions.
Boombox landed beside him and fired a shot at an oncoming creature as he let his speakers blast out the chorus, successfully turning their group into a crowd of party animals.
“WE ARE FAMILY~” All Julians sang simultaneously, a few even dancing mid-battle as they took down their respective opponents. “I’VE GOT ALL MY SISTERS AND ME~”
Shadetrick sang along quietly and couldn’t help but wonder if his Bumblebee was watching the chaos unfolding around him, and that thought alone made him grin a little wider and he raised his voice to join in the cacophony as they all blasted, shot and blew up every single one of the creatures until the place was empty.
“WE ARE FAMILY~” they all sang, breathless and laughing as they gathered in front of the orb to finish the song. “GET UP EVERYBODY AND SING~”
Spork coughed up a cloud of confetti as the song drew to a close and they all whooped and hollered and high-fived one another.
Stardust and Blossom flew over to them and gave them a thumbs up.
“Orb is ready to go!” The two smallest of the Julians said. “Amazon just needs to sync up our spark signatures and then we’ll be poofed back home.”
“LET’S GOOOO!” They all crowed.
