Dear Dark Delver,

In the world of the Grand Uprising, BlackZarak was a notorious Predacon created to serve under the Builders of Cybertron. A particularly vicious and aggressive bot named for his resemblance to the Decepticon superweapon MegaZarak, BlackZarak became infamous when he fought in the gladiatorial Games, deliberately sabotaging his allies on the Predacon team so that he could claim all the glory as the last Transformer standing. I believe this act of naked cruelty delighted and amused many a Decepticon Builder in the audience, and BlackZarak became a minor celebrity even beyond his status as a Champion of the Games; he was even taken on by the energon magnate Double Punch as something of a mentee (or, as others described him, a pet).

This reputation eventually proved to be his undoing, however. When he was selected for a Champions' Cull that forced him back into the arena, BlackZarak found himself with no trust or support from the other Predacons, and he was quickly killed by a coordinated attack from the Maximals Fangwolf and Leobreaker.

Y’all enjoy my shit. I wrote it at fucking 4 AM. @prettylittledemonbitch @hugo-vinther @idreamonpaper @lilamina @everblazefoxfirekeeper @editedandwrittenbyhannah

A... present? For me? Fang just stared at the medium sized box in Tunani’s hands. The white box splattered in red and pink hearts seemed to laugh at him, teasing him with an awfully bright red top and dark red bow. Open me... you know you want too. Will I be a prank? Or a heartfelt item? Of course, you already know what I am... or do you?

This was all so new and old to Fang, it had been years since he’d gotten a Valentine’s Day present. Even then, he’d only gotten cards from Samuel, never an actual box.

“Take it from my hands already, I can’t hold my arms up forever!” Tunani exclaimed, shoving the box closer to his face, like that would suddenly make him want the box more.

“You’ve been holding the box for less than 10 seconds.” Fang pointed out, “Because of your impatience, I won’t open the box and you can’t put it down either. If you do, I won’t get you any candy.”

“What?! That’s not fair! I need candy! Yea I have like six boxes of it already, but a girl needs a steady supply of candy!”

“Six boxes? Your teeth are not falling out of your mouth Tunani, I’m taking all six boxes and rationing the candy to you. Simply having that much candy isn’t healthy.”

“No! Fannnnng!” Tunani wailed, she glared at him and tucked the bright box to her chest. “I’ll give this box to Conner instead! I’m sure he won’t take away my six boxes of candy!”

She spun on her heels and stormed off. Fang sighed and slowly followed her, his one long stride equaling two of Tunani’s. Tunani’s forgetfulness along with her habit of getting lost made for a very interesting search, Fang knew Conner was in the training hall, but would Tunani be able to find the training hall was the real question.

“Left.” Fang gently told Tunani when she went right at a crossroad.

“Shut up!” Tunani snapped, but she still followed his directions. The entire “search” consisted of Fang gently reminding Tunani which way to go and Tunani snapping at him. Eventually they, meaning Fang, found Conner.

“Daddy!” Tunani yelled as soon she spotted Conner, she ran to him and slammed into his middle. Well... being as small as Tunani is she can’t really “slam” into people, it’s more like she... flopped into Conner’s middle.

“Daddy! Fang is being mean to me, he didn’t accept my Valentine’s present and then he directed me here! Like I need help!”

“You do need help with directions though.” Conner pointed out.

“That’s not the point! The point is, he didn’t accept my gift and then he said he was going to take away my six boxes of candy!” Tunani stuck tongue out at Fang when she finished, she obviously thought Conner was going to side with her.

“Woah wait?! Six whole boxes of candy?! That’s too much Tunani and you know it, Fang will take four and leave you two.”

“I’m taking all six.” Fang deadpanned.

“Fang will take all six boxes of candy.” Conner corrected, “Tunani, you know having that much candy isn’t healthy and I want you to live a long healthy life, okay?”

Tunani blushed and bashfully nodded. “Whatever you say daddy.”

“Good lord.” Fang mumbled. Conner patted Tunani’s head and turned her around.

“Now go, I’m busy.”

“Aw! Can I at least have one shirtless picture of you? It is Valentine afterall.”

“Sure!” Conner said with a grin

“Absolutely not.” Fang glared at Conner. He grabbed Tunani and hefted her over his shoulder, he walked backwards out of the training hall just to make sure Conner wouldn’t take off his shirt and Tunani still see. It’s happened before, those two were a perverted team that Fang barely understood.

Once safely away, Fang put Tunani down. She immediately started to hit his chest. “Stupid, pale, idiot! Let me see Conner’s sexy abs, dammit!”

“You better watch your mouth young lady.” Fang popped her mouth. “You are a minor and Conner is a grown man, you should not ask him to do such things. It’s improper.”

Tunani kicked him on the calf. “I don’t care! Abs are abs and Conner’s abs are sexy! Don’t pretend like you don’t wanna see them too!”

“I don’t.”

“Lier, that’s not what you say in your sleep.”

“Mention that again and you won’t ever see a piece of candy again. You will go on a strict veggie diet.”

Tunani huffed and turned her back to Fang, she crossed her arms over the gift box and lifted her chin up into the air. Fang knew her anger would disappear in a few seconds if he distracted her, and since it was Valentine’s Day...

“I... I got you a present.” Fang whispered.

Tunani whipped around, stars in her eyes. “Really?! What is it? Can I eat it? What color is it? Did you buy it today or a week ago? Is it clothes? It is cute? It is—“

“—Stop!” Fang yelped. “Just.... here.”

He handed Tunani a plushie candy and waited.

“A... plushie... thanks?” Tunani, who made sure to carefully set her gift box on the ground, squished the plushie and inspected it with masked disappointment that wasn’t really masked.

“The zipper... open it and turn the plushie inside out...” Soft rustling came from Fang as he awkwardly shifted, he wasn’t used to giving presents.

Tunani nodded and did as told, she flipped the plushie inside out and gasped. “It’s a plushie Conner! Thank you so much Fang!”

She threw herself at Fang, hugging his waist. Fang smiled at her excited yelling, he enjoyed seeing her happy and excited over something that wasn’t food related.

Tunani released Fang and once more shoved her bright colored gift box in his face. “Here! Open yours!”

He chuckled, just like her to try the same old tactic. He took the box and untied the ribbon, setting aside the lid he smiled and grabbed the bag of chocolate inside. “Chocolate, I love it. Thanks you Tunani.”

He pressed a kiss onto her forehead and watched her skip down the hall with a huge smile on her face. “Now... time for my other Valentine.”

Fang went to the garage and climbed into his car, he started it and drove off. A few minutes later he walked into a store and exited with flowers and balloons. He placed the items in the car and drove to his destination.

Fang parked the car and grabbed the items, he exited the car and walked a few minutes before stopping. He tied the balloons to a vase, which he also put some water and the flowers into, then he knelt on the ground. “Hey... Happy Valentine’s Day. It’s been a long time since I visited, last Valentine in fact. I know I should visit more often, but we both know I won’t. I miss you a lot, I wish we could have been together longer. But I’ve done what you asked me to do, I’ve chased after my dreams and happiness has still found me unworthy of its presence. Even though there is one that loves me, I cannot truly feel the joy I should.”

Fang shook his head. “Enough of that, I just miss you and... I wish you were here. You died too early, we didn’t have the time we wanted or needed. Sometimes I turn around, ready to share a joke and you’re not there. And I just... I break inside. They say you heal with time, it’ll get better, just wait and see. But somehow, it only seems to get worse. Welp, that’s all I have for this Valentine’s Day, I hope they have parties up there. I remember you loved to dance. Until next time, love you.”

Dear Exclusive Elucidator,

You are correct, those individuals have their own unique histories. The first, Lifeline, was an Omnicon medic, who evolved into the same form as Arcee at around the same time. The two saw one another as sisters in a way, but Lifeline preferred to research Energon's applications for healing rather than take up a leadership role among her fellow Omnicons as Arcee did.

I get car sick when I’m not driving. To be honest, this was the real reason I refused to come on this road trip in the first place.

It’s also how I managed to save everyone’s lives.

(I’m changing how I link the previous parts)

Parts 1| 2| 3| 4|

I shifted my weight, anticipating the moment the massive steel door opened. I’d never seen Rend in real life, I hope she’s as awesome as they say. Slowly the door began to swing open and all conversation in the room ceased.

Beginning!

The soft, dull rasp of boots echoed through the air. Followed by gasps and terribly high squeals. Strange how they can reach those notes now, but not in choir. Not that I sing in choir... or in public.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to see Rend for more then a couple seconds if I stayed where I was. Being short, for a superhuman, sucked. Turning away from the almost visible Rend, I took three running steps to the left and jumped the twenty or so feet to one of the plethora of large windows that lined the walls of the ballroom. I could have walked, but jumping made me feel superior. I stepped up onto the sill and turned toward the steel doors, just in time to watch Rend step into view.

Surprisingly, she looked... like a really cool aunt, in a weird sort of way. Light brown hair, with silver threaded through here and there, pulled back into a ponytail, a bright smile that could turn mischievous at any time. Brown, almost hazel, eyes that sparkled with endless amusement and wisdom. A slightly crooked nose, probably broken a couple dozen times to heal like that. Smooth tan skin. Other than blue lip stick and colored in eyebrows, I didn’t see any other sign of makeup. That was surprising.

Most older superhumans used a crap ton of makeup, due to public pressure, to look young, sexy, and energetic. At forty-three years old, Rend was still slayin’, a true queen. She turned the dark blue and gold sundress she was wearing into a red carpet outfit.

Wait... was she wearing combat boots? Hmm, a sundress with combat boots... Normally I would be semi-criticizing, but the boots were cute and she totally pulled it off.

Rend made her way down the walkway, waving and greeting. Blue Breeze, her guild, leaned over and whispered something, pointing out Conner, who had Tunani on his shoulders so she could see. Rend nodded.

“You!” She said, pointing at Conner. “You’re the guy who took that terrorist group ‘Challengers’ into custody, right?”

Startled, Conner froze before nodding, “Yes ma’am. I led the team that took them down. It was a group effort, I couldn’t have done it by myself.” He proudly told her, making eye contact with all those who were in the team.

All except for me.

I didn’t mind. I was used to being forgotten and left out. But that didn’t stop the small twinge of hurt I felt.

“Well, Conner I was wondering if you’d like to be one of my bodyguards for the escort to the ceremony.” She smiled softly, “I’ve heard that you’re the best around and I’d love to learn more about you. So, what do you say? Join me?”

“Of course!” Conner’s famous megawatt smile lit up his face, “Id love to accompany you.”

“Hold on now, what about me?” Tunani said, pouting, “If Conner’s going then I’m going too!”

Rend looked taken back, “Oh... well. If you can give me a reason to take you along, you come too.”

Tunani straightened—as much as she could without falling off Conner’s shoulders—puffed out her chest and proudly declared, “I’m his future wife!”

“Ahhh...” Rend struggled to keep from laughing, she failed. A cross between a bark and a chuckle poured from her lips. It had the potential to be unpleasant, fortunately it wasn’t. It was the type of laugh that made you want to smile and maybe snort. After she’d regained her composure, she addressed the deflated Tunani. “That’s a very valid reason. I don’t want to come between young love, you can come!”

Tunani, now inflated once more, squealed, wrapped her arms around poor Conner’s head, and started wiggling like jello cake on a speaker.

Rend had returned to walking and greeting with Blue Breeze close behind, when Tunani decided that revenge was sweetest served fresh.

Out of nowhere she popped up on the window sill beside me and yelled. “Hey Miss. Rend! Since I’m going can Black come to—EK—“ Her screech abruptly cut off as she fell out the window behind her, that I just opened and pushed her out of. All these months of doing that has made me deft at opening all the windows in the compound. I locked the window just as fast as I opened it. I hoped that Rend hasn’t seen, but the damage had been done.

Rend gasped at me, slowly covering her mouth. “Did you just...? Is she? Oh my gosh... oh my gosh!” Her eyes got impossibly big and she took a step... forward? She pointed straight at me. “You,” I knew that tone, it meant deep trouble. “I want you on my team. Anyone ruthless enough to throw that cute of a girl out a window must have guts of steel.”

Ok... that... that was unexpected. My face remained blank, but my brain exploded. Half of me was saying yes, but the other half said run. Guess which one I listened too?

None of them. I sat there in complete and awkward silence. Not answering her.

Her brows furrowed, she cleared her throat and tried again. “Ahem. Mr... Black, I presume, is there any reason for your silence?

Once more, no answer. She started to look concerned.

“Mr. Black. This is not an opportunity that’s just... given out. I’m personally extending this invitation to you. You’d be a fool to not accept.”

I tilted my head and softly sneered, as if saying Oh? I’d be a fool? Too bad, I don’t care. I knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, any other Hero would jump for this opportunity. To not take it is foolhardy. But i wasn’t a Hero, i was a captive forced to play their silly games and pose for whatever cameras they told me too.

“Are you deaf, or hard of hearing?”  Her words echoed on the outskirts of my mind. My head snapped up. What? She could Link?

“I seem to have finally gotten your attention-”

“No. Pick someone else.” I shot back at her.

“B-But i don’t want anyone else! The moment that little girl drew my attention and i saw you, i knew i had to have you on my team. Its just a week long road trip, plenty of fun!“

“I hate road trips. My answer is still no, it’s not changing.“ I stepped down from the window sill, and slowly approached her. “You really should be nicer when asking people to volunteer to die for you.”

The lights flickered, plunging the room into darkness. When they came back on I was gone.

I hoped she didn’t try and find me. The tone she had used when she called out unnerved me. Rend had used it a couple times on Live TV. It was the tone she used when she badly wanted something.

Rend always got what she wanted.

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    Well, i wrote this scene due to me and my very corrupted BFF’s having a VERY *cough-dirty-cough* interesting conversation about our OC’s and their love lives. Including people that have crushes on them, and future awkward scenes that should appear in our books. Not only will have have the original story on this post, i will also rewrite it and that will also be on this post. I’m 100% sure that Fang hates my guts just because i wrote this scene. I may go missing after this is posted, R.I.P me!! XD

   Gosh darn these high cabinets, who in the world thought that 9 feet high cabinets were a smart idea? The tallest heroes in the facility didn’t even reach 6′4 and that's with heels. Believe it or not, heroes are typically short, most of them falling under 6′0. so why the hell are there cabinets in the kitchen 9 feet in the air! Well, truth be told the only person who used the high cabinets was Alex and he only used them to stash his chocolate supply. Basically, I’m stealing some of alex’s chocolate, he doesn’t need it anyway, over weight pig. I, on the other hand, do in fact need some chocolate, if i could ever reach it!

    Straining my arm as far as it could go, wasn’t helping one bit. “Maybe I should climb on the counter,” I muttered under my breath, “ It would be easier and i wouldn’t have to stretch my- NO! I will not use the counter! I am not short, therefore I won’t lower my self esteem by using the counter to elevate me!”

    Confidence levels boosted, the quest to reach the forbidden chocolate intensified. Now I was on my tippy toes, my need for sweets canceled out the concern for my well being. “Come on! Almost.. there.” I whispered, stretching my arm to the max. My fingers lightly brushed the chocolate, but could go no further. 

   “Dang it.” I hissed, withdrawing my arm and planting my feet firmly onto the tile floor. I guess I’ll be using the counter after all. Placing my hands on the counter, I prepare to lift myself up, when a warm presence appeared behind me. A hand reached past my head, grabbing the bag of candy out of the high cabinet. Startled, i whipped around expecting to see Alex, but discovering a god instead. I had no idea who the hell this guy was, but he’s gorgeous. if Michelangelo‘s “i haven't researched this yet” had come to life, this guy was it. he was all hard edges, sexy hard edges. And lord was he tall, 6′11 at least, basically a whole head taller than me. Light brown hair barely covered his head, shaved short on the sides and longer in the middle. Long lashes surround his chocolate eyes, his eyes were almost the same shade of Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate. Ironic given the fact that he was holding a bag of dark chocolate. His tan skin gave the impression that he certainly didn’t spend his time indoors.

   “Where you reaching for this?’ he asked, tilting his head, which caused his lovely hair to sweep across his face.

    “Uh... yea,” i said still taken back, “But I wanted the milk chocolate, not dark.”

    “Oh?” Mr. Sexy Thing said, “ Milk chocolate coming right up.” Stretching his visibly muscular arm past my head again, which I really didn’t mind, he switched the dark chocolate for milk and handed it to me.

    “Need me to reach anything else handsome?” He inquired, lifting one of his manicured eyebrows, his chocolate eyes still latched onto mine.

    “Umm, no. That should be- wait...” The sudden realization slammed into me, leaving my answer trailing off into silence.

     “Did you just call me handsome?”

     He chuckled, “Yes, I did. Is it wrong to call people as they are?”

     “Well... I-I-I don’t, er. Y-y-you can’t just go around calling people handsome you know!

      “But I’m not calling anyone else handsome, except for you.” He countered, “I don’t go around calling everyone by their looks, only the few that catch my eye.”

     Only the few that catch his eye? then that meant... oh my! Heat flooded my face, starting from the bridge of my nose and spreading to my cheeks. He couldn’t actually be interested in me, could he? If it was one thing I’m not it’s attractive. I mean, my looks were no where near all the other guys, they always had girls hanging on them left and right. With me the only thing that hung around was silence. And this incredibly hot stranger called me handsome? Me, of all people. This was a joke wasn’t it, it had to be... right? Well, whatever it was didn’t matter, cause I’m going as far away from this sexy, complimenting, tall, dark chocolate eyed man, who, come to think of it, appeared out of thin air, as i can. People who randomly flirt with strangers, creep me out. So what could i do to advert this strangers attention? suddenly, an idea popped up in my head. Oh yea, this was perfect and simple, now all i have to do was put it into action.

     “Say, there’s another bag of candy I can’t reach, could you reach it for me?

      “Changing the topic now, are you?” He pointed out, taking a step so he could lean on the kitchen island.

      “I like chocolate more than i like conversations, chocolate tastes better.” I stated. Crossing my arms I gave him a pointed, raised eyebrow and all.

      “I suppose it does taste better.” Mr Sexy admitted.

       “You know, chocolate tastes better when it’s shared.” I slyly said.

       “Does it now? I guess I’ll have to find out. Where is the other bag of chocolate again?

        “Its over there, in that high cabinet.” I told him, pointing to the opposite of the door I needed to escape through. Pushing himself up, he lazily stalked up to the cabinets, opened up the one I pointed to, and began to search it. While he was searching for a nonexistent bag of chocolate, i edged towards the door slowly but surely nearing freedom.

         “I can’t find the bag, are you sure it’s up here?” The stranger asked.

         “Yep, I’m pretty sure it’s up there. Be thorough, the bag is small and easy to miss.” I responded, still moving towards the exit. The doorway was so close, i silently begged for the stranger to not turn around. Only two yards to go now, maybe i would escape without him noticing. Step by step I tipped toed towards the doorway, now inches from freedom. Upon reaching freedom’s doorway, I once more checked to confirm that Mr.Sexy was occupied searching for nonexistent chocolate. Seeing he was, I slipped through the doorway. Only to bump into - wait for it - none other than Mr.Sexy-man-who-should-be-looking-for-some-nonexistent-chocolate.

       “I knew you were planning something when I saw that evil gleam creep into your eyes.”

        Wha- what, how was he in front of me? Wasn’t he just behind me? Ahh... I understood now, teleportation. Teleporters were notorious for being flirtatious, since girls loved their “disappearing” act, which mostly including materializing with flowers or food for their audience. Once a teleporter set their sights on you, there was little chance of them changing it any time soon. There was only one way to rid yourself of a teleporter. Direct them to someone else.

       So who else would i throw him on except the hottest boy in the city, Conner.

ok so the rewrite will go down here, but im tired. so ill do it some other time. so. let me tag some peeps to read this.

@theguildedtypewriter @feathered-quill @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave @prettylittledemonbitch @quiteweirdbutstillamazingbastian

Just a small scene with the character @gloriousdevourerofstories based off me and her MC Fang. I really the friendship that her and Fang have. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. @gloriousdevourerofstories can testify to how much I suck when it comes to grammar.

Disclaimer: I DO NoT own any of these characters. These are all OC’s of @gloriousdevourerofstories

Fang would love this!

I shot up from my bed, running to the door, unlocking the numerous locks I have on it. Then as quickly as possible run past the shocked and staring faces.

I don’t understand why they stare at me like that. I mean, It’s only been 5 days since I left my room, not that long.

After passing all of the people that are so obviously over reacting to me being out of my room, I find who I’m looking for sitting at the “war” table. It’s not really a war table, they call it something else but its boring, and I may or may not have forgotten what they call it.

“Fang?!” My voice carries over to his ears and the ears of the two other people he is talking to. One of which is Conner. This will be even better than I thought.

And like the amazingly rude jerk butt-face he is, he doesn’t respond to my call.

So instead of using my vocal cords, which I haven’t used in five days, I walk over to him and am plan on slapping the back of his head.

He has other plans tho.

As I am bringing my hand down to connect with his scull, he grabs my wrist without even looking at it, or me, or even in my direction.

He lets out a long and exaggerated sigh. Why is he so extra? Then he speaks,

“What do you want (I would put a name here bUt SoMeOnE hAsNt NaMeD hEr YeT!!!!)”

“To tell you the difference between an nazi and a gay person.” I say in the perkiest tone I can, while I pull my hand from his grin.

“I don’t care.” He states plainly.

“If you would just look at me it would only take a few seconds.” I cross my arms jutting my hip out.

“I’m in the middle of something (NAME)” he again states plainly, “I don’t have time”

“It has taken longer for you to reject my explanation than it would have for me to tell you”

“Fine.” He is obviously annoyed by me, but that is what makes this so fun.

I bounce on the balls of my feet lightly while clapping my hands.

“What’s the difference between a nazi and a gay person?” I ask Fang, but he doesn’t answer, oh well, “About forty degrees.”

When I say that I raise mu arm in a nazi salute, them let my wrist go limp falling about forty degrees.

His reaction is instantaneous. He can’t contain the fits of laughter raking his body. He slaps his hands over his mouth in an attempt to stop his forbidden act of expressing his enjoyment of the joke.

Conner and the other man at the table also laugh but not nearly as hard as Fang.

Almost a minute latter Fang is still laughing. What the frack? It was just a joke.

Why won’t he stop laughing?

I look over and catch Conners eyes with mine.