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This whole ‘carving pumpkins’ schtick should have been very easy.
Should have been!! Easy!!!! So easy a sparkling could do it!
Megatron stared down at the barely digit-sized pumpkin, and the toothpick-sized knife he had been given.
He let out a low growl, glancing at his various...comrades as they worked at it.
Skywarp was cackling madly, stabbing a plasma knife into the vegetable over and over as pumpkin guts spewed. Thundercracker was torn between stopping him and stopping Starscream, who instead of stabbing, would just carve rough marks into the front with a dark laugh.
His own pumpkin, surprisingly, sat with a sharpie smile on it.
Soundwave was surrounded by his tiny cassettes. Two of them were chewing on the pumpkins, popping them between massive jaws, while the third kept screaming into the carved mouth of one to ‘see what would happen’. Soundwave, in the interim, was trying to follow Bulkhead’s hesitant instructions only for the vegetable to pop from being held too long.
Lugnut slammed a knife into the top of the gourd, smiling far too wide for any semblance of peace to be had.
Ratchet was busy pouring guts into a large bowl, grimacing as the others kept making a mess. Bee was happily sitting on Blitzwing’s lap, both of them taking this quite seriously as a ‘bonding’ event, except for the fact that the triple changer kept biting into his pumpkin, and Bumblebee...
Well.
Megatron had never seen such ferociousness from an Autobot.
He was rather proud, even if the resulting shock that burst from the pumpkin would flicker the lights.
Sari was right in the middle of the mess, chewing her way through pumpkin seeds and encouraging everyone to make the biggest mess alive.
That scoundrel of an organic.
Prowl had immediately left the moment someone flung the stringy ‘guts’ at him, intent on using his pumpkin to try and plant more of the giant orange thing.
Megatron poked his knife through the pumpkin.
Oh. That WAS a little bit of a thrill, wasn’t it? Heh. Heheh...
He startled when Optimus came back, this time holding a set of gloves as he sat right next to him, comfortable as ever. “Okay, so now-oh you stabbed it already.”
“It felt good. You should try it, Optimus, might let loose some of that stick up your aft,” he teased, and Optimus’ fans kicked on as he flicked his shoulder with a frown.
“Sari’s here, be nice!”
“Oh, she’s busy with the chaos gremlins as you call them,” he waved, watching Bee fling a squishy pile of guts right into Skywarp’s face, all three of them bursting into mad cackles as Sari skidded into view, immediately calling for revenge and throwing some back at him.
“No one’s going to get any of this out of their joints for the longest,” he said, but he didn’t seem too upset by it, just pulling on the large gloves over his own servos and tossing some to Megatron.
He put them on.
He wasn’t about to have it in HIS joints, thank you.
“Now, how are we doing this?”
“Hm. Well, you have to empty it out, like Soundwave did for Ravage’s.”
He mumbled, easily tugging at the stem on top and popping it like a barrel. His fingers were just too large for this, and he huffed, pushing it Optimus’ way. “Here. I can’t do this. How annoying.”
“Oh don’t be like that, hang on.”
And in a nanoklik, he went from sitting near Megatron with their knees touching to sliding in his lap as if he owned the place, tossing his legs over Megatron’s crossed pedes and hefting the pumpkin into his lap with a serious expressoin.
Oh.
Well.
He could very much get behind this.
One servo settled over Optimus’ tank as he settled into it, not able to keep the grin off his face even as one or two of the others eyed them up with a teasing look.
Most of them kept quiet. It was rather unusual for the leaders to be...so obvious in their PDA so to speak.
It was rather hard to ignore his own fans chugging along as Optimus pulled the knife free, immediately stabbing it back into the front of it. “Oh! This is kind of fun. You were right.”
“I’m always right,” he said, watching in intrigue as Optimus landed precise strikes, as if stabbing a training dummy, perfect triangle eyes coming into fashion as he popped them free. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”
“Organic customs are fascinating to learn about! You should really let Sari tell you more about them.”
That was not at all what Megatron meant but he let Optimus have this ‘small win’ as he slid the knife through to mimic a grin on the pumpkin, smiling up at the warlord easily enough.
Hmmm. A bloodthirsty Optimus Prime...that’d be...
Oh, that was doing things to his processor.
He quickly shut down his fans from getting louder as he waved Optimus on to continue. The pumpkin carving thing was doing wonders to their crew so he let it continue.
But if one of those mechs got the ‘guts’ on his helm he was absolutely throwing the table up in the air.
Outside the base’s main door sat several pumpkins.
A few were half-crushed, some were bitten into. Some had various cuts and carvings made on them. Some had insignias that no human could decipher carved into them.
And on the very top, a happily smiling pumpkin had sharpie scribbled on it, sitting as if a king itself among its fallen brethren.
(Okay, TC could say SOME organics weren’t so bad, especially if Sari liked what he’d done.
Don’t tell Screamer though. He’ll fuss.)