The Innovative Fox [Transformers Prime Au, Inspired Inventor, Cybertronian SI OC}

[Angry_Crustacean]

So he simply showed Starscream an image of a thumbs up emoji, flickered it to a middle finger emoji for barely a fraction of a second — even though he knew Starscream wouldn't know the meaning — and back to a thumbs up.

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Is that a reference to the rude horse? lol

Also big fan of Soundwave enjoying human terminology.

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

I am so. SO sorry about this.

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Just actually communicate, alright? At least make an attempt...

Also:

The Foxxo is surely hungry today.

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

Is that a reference to the rude horse? lol

Also big fan of Soundwave enjoying human terminology.

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Just Caught this after I posted the last message. What's the rude horse?

Also yes, I figured it would be funny.

 

[FTR2017]

As always, Akane is a good influence on every 'bot she has interacted with.

As in 'Go, do a warcrime' meme sort of good influence.

Soundwave embracing his inner meme lord will never cease to entertain!

 

[Apfelkuchen]

That middle finger thing reminded me of this short https://youtube.com/shorts/I_ETOLDdJRg?si=aZBFrACiksxkh3o3

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

As always, Akane is a good influence on every 'bot she has interacted with.

As in 'Go, do a warcrime' meme sort of good influence.

Soundwave embracing his inner meme lord will never cease to entertain!

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Indeed. Akane is a good bot, and very up for warcrimes. And Soundwave has been infected by Akane's Akaneisms at some point.

That middle finger thing reminded me of this short https://youtube.com/shorts/I_ETOLDdJRg?si=aZBFrACiksxkh3o3

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Pretty much accurate. I imagine is Starscream actually understood what Soundwave had just done, he would be annoyed as hell.

I basically took the thought of the scene where Soundwave literally spares the kids, waves at them like they're being naughty, and when he get's a picture taken of him he not only lets them keep it, but takes a picture back cheekily, and made the logical conclusion that he's a fucking memelord. A decent bot, but a memelord nonetheless.

 

[DragooKnight11]

Is Akane designing SpaceChem: The Secrets of Energon perchance?

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

Is Akane designing SpaceChem: The Secrets of Energon perchance?

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No, it's even better. Just watch.

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

The Innovative Fox 05:
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"Optimus!" Agent Fowler came into the facility with a small, almost imperceptible grin. "What in god's blue earth is your Granny Akane woman making us play? That 'game' told us that your goddamn 'Synthetic Energon' is mostly safe to use! What kinda bullshit is that?"

"That's right, Synthetic Energon is safe for humans to use due to its synthetic nature," Optimus explained to the agent. "Miss Akane made it as a primer for humans to create their own Synthetic Energon, allowing you all access to a higher form of renewable energy."

"What in Uncle Sam's Beard?!" Agent Fowler shouted. "I think you're trying to fool me! There ain't no way it could be that clean."

Akane chuckled as she came up behind him and placed a tiny cube of Synthetic Energon down the back of his shirt.

"What in God's name?!" Agent Fowler panicked, grabbing the cube and holding it away from himself like it was the devil.

"Akane, please don't scare the locals," Optimus said exasperatedly. "Agent Fowler, you may have noticed that Synthetic Energon does not turn your skin blue, like normal Energon does."

"Well I'll be damned!" Agent Fowler gasped, looking over his dark skin with a critical eye. "You're right, not a hint of blue!"

It was incredible. Almost as if these bots had managed to find something absolutely stable, and usable by the good old US of A.

Akane poked Agent Fowler gently. "You'll get to play with that as much as you want, but you'll find it a lot easier if you beat the game," she chuckled. "After all, it plays just like Supreme Commander, but much more in depth. So, it should be beatable by any human child, let alone an adult."

Optimus chuckled at this.

"I recommend having your scientists on this Agent Fowler, and feel free to create your own Synthetic Energon facilities if you wish," he said with a humm of thought. "I wish to ask for a favor, however."

"And what favor would that be?" Agent Fowler asked with a raised eyebrow? "I ain't got unlimited authority, so I can only do so much unless the President Himself gives me the go-ahead."

"To control who gains access to any weapon that will be developed using Synthetic Energon," Optimus said with understandable caution. "I do not wish for humanity to wipe itself out by something we gave them as a gift."

"I'll bring it up with the President," Agent Fowler told him with a wave of his hand. "But don't expect an answer right away. He's on vacation!"

"That's understandable, for now though, I recommend using Synthetic Energon as an energy source for civilian purposes," Optimus advised with a hum of thought. "I trust that your government will be able to facilitate that transition smoothly."

"We'll have to see about that," Agent Fowler very carefully did not commit to any promises.

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"Hehe, this one goes here, and this one goes here, heheHA!" Akane cackled, putting together the finished parts for Ratchet's new Mechashift assault rifle.

It would fire Energon rounds that held an electromagnetic charge, homed in on targets, and weighed them down the more projectiles hit the target. Eventually, the weight would become too much, and the target would collapse and become vulnerable for the heated axe-hammer form that it could change into, ripping and smashing through whatever was left of his opponents in the end.

"Aaaaand dooooone~" Akane giggled, holding the thing like it was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, a true prize worthy of being put on display.

But this was no mere trinket. It would be a weapon of war.

She chuckled, walking over to Ratchet's usual workbench and placing it down beside it. It was perfectly sized for him — she'd checked thrice! So it would be simple for him to pick up and learn with enough time.

"Sweet merciful Primus, what the hell did you make, Akane?" Ratchet asked with an almost horrified awe as he looked at his new assault rifle.

"I made you a funny gun," Akane giggled. "It transforms too!"

Ratchet blinked.

"Akane..." Ratchet said warningly as he took a closer look at the assault rifle, gingerly taking the gun and examining it closer. "I'm almost afraid to ask what it does."

"It's certainly not a war crime this time~" the Foxxocopter Cybertronian giggled. "It does normal, completely sane, well within expectations for a standard war things instead!"

"... I'll be the judge of that," Ratchet grumpily as he went to the gun range for some test firing. "I hope nothing bad happens when I fire this thi—"

Ratchet didn't finish because he yelped when the gun changed into an axe-hammer, his optics widening as he looked at the weapon, then back at Akane.

"How you made a transforming weapon is beyond me, but how do I transform this back into a gun?" Ratchet asked as he looked at Akane while swinging his new weapon experimentally.

"Shift your grip into an assault rifle grip and cock it," Akane chuckled, working on her next project while she chattered.

It was very simple in design, and would make it rather easy for him to use once he had a bit of experience. Akane had faith that Ratchet would figure it out while she made her turrets.

Ratchet nodded and did exactly as Akane said, a whistle escaping his lips as the axe-hammer mechashifted back into an assault rifle.

"Now this is an interesting weapon," Ratchet stated with a smirk as he pushed the safety of the gun on before he aimed the gun to test its ergonomics. "What does it fire?"

"…Energon bullets," Akane grinned. "It can charge by feeding it a small, die sized cube of Energon, and it will last for about ten thousand rounds."

She chuckled. "You can also charge it directly, but it is a little power hungry."

"Hmm, it is a lucky thing that we have Synthetic Energon to use as energy," Ratchet said with a small huff of amusement as he walked out of the small laboratory Akane asked to be built in addition to the Synthetic Energon facility.

And a gun range. For testing purposes, where Ratchet was going to test out his new toy.

Akane could hear the gunshots immediately, the staccato of gunfire clear in the background, and then...

"Akane! What the frag did you do to the bullets!? Why are the targets being electrocuted and crushed?!" Ratchet yelled from the gun range.

"Dust rounds, son!" Akane chuckled, "They grant powers in response to magical trauma."

"... I probably shouldn't dignify that with a response, but Akane what the frag are you talking about?" Ratchet asked seriously.

"Memes, Ratchet! DNA of the soul!" Akane hollered back. "In other words, you can hurt Decepticons with that!"

"Akane, are you huffing the fumes from the Synthetic Energon harvester again? You know that's unhealthy," Ratchet chided as he looked at Akane in concern.

"I'm no more huffing the gas than you are right now Ratchet," Akane chuckled. "Besides, you know we don't need to breath technically, so it wouldn't actually do anything to us like it would humans."

She pulled out a bit of the other project she had also been working on from its spot on her workbench and tapped on the targeting lens. "This one could use a moving target, but it's too heavy for me to move. You still have that crane Ratchet?"

"I'll get it from storage," Ratchet said as he set aside his new weapon. "Do you want me to call Bumblebee and Cliffjumper to set up the shooting range for your new toy?"

"Sounds like a plan!" Akane giggled. "We can even make a party out of it. Maybe start up a funny barbecue."

"We can probably get some Synthetic Energon to snack on while we watch these guns fire," Ratchet mused as he slowly brought in the crane. "Where do you want me to place this?"

"Needs to be close enough to pick up the funny CIWS MOD LA2," Akane stated with a grin. "Also, Fowler's still here, right? He'll wanna see this."

"He is, yes..." Ratchet hummed as he looked at Akane suspiciously. "Don't traumatize him too much."

"I make no promises!" Akane grinned.

"That's what I'm worried about," Ratchet muttered under his breath.

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Cliffjumper knew that he was gonna have a ton of fun today.

After he almost died from being sucked inside a black hole, the part of him that loved war crimes and destruction was stoked.

He's gonna be able to do destructive slag again! After all these years!

A part of him knew that he had to be more careful about his... Tendencies. The humans were fragile, and very sensitive to the typical war crime shenanigans that Cybertronians do, by the Pit they even had a treaty about it.

These Geneva Convention thing, which apparently was a checklist for a certain national group called 'Canadians'.

"Hehehe, humans after my own spark," Cliffjumper sighed in slight approval. Hopefully he could meet one of their veterans someday to have a little chat.

And now, the humans have access to Synthetic Energon, a power source beyond what their brightest minds could currently comprehend.

Which meant that they would make bigger and better weapons soon! Hopefully some that he could use in combat!

"Hehehehe..." Cliffjumper snickered as the thought of Decepticons being turned into scrap heaps filled his processors. "I might need to ask Akane to remake my Glass Gas, but that's for later."

Because now, Akane's testing a new weapon! How joyous.

"Akane! I heard you made a new gun!" Cliffjumper exclaimed with enthusiasm as he walked inside of the gun range.

"I made several!" Akane cackled. "Gather around and come see the guns do a shenanigan!"

"Akane, just make sure you don't wreck the gun range, please," Ratchet pleaded grumpily as he brought some Synthetic Energon to snack on. "I hope to Primus that these weapons don't wreck the gun range..."

"Ratchet, that's a fool's hope right there," Cliffjumper snarked as Ratchet looked at him crossly.

"A Cybertronian can hope now, can't he?" Ratchet grumbled as he looked at the new weapons Akane made for the base. "What do you have for us, Akane?"

"I have a set of turrets for the base!" Akane smirked. "No Decepticons will get through this intact! Well, besides maybe Soundwave or Starscream. Megatron would just get mortally wounded while blowing them up though, just like the last turret design I made. He'd probably get revived again like usual though."

"Now I kinda want to see that turret design specifically," Cliffjumper said as he sat down. "Got any targets? Should we man the turrets?"

"They're automated!" Akane giggled. "They can spot a Decepticon from miles away!"

"Well, you gonna show us what they're made o—" Agent fowler began as Akane flicked a switch on a panel nearby.

The guns span up and fired at the incoming missiles, melting and slagging them instantly as clouds of toxic and acidic gas lingered in their localized areas for ten seconds without shifting with the air currents. Akane grinned, the mockup of Devastator melting down to nothing from the lingering clouds before they could dissipate as the glowing red lava from the bullets slowly cooled.

"Any questions?" Akane asked with a smirk.

"What in the Sam Hell was that?" Agent fowler asked, eyes wide with either fear or excitement. "And where can we get some?"

"Maybe once you guys figure out Synthetic Energon first, I'll see about teaching you about Dust," Akane chuckled. "But you'll need to figure out the basics before you can really get to the advanced stuff. Otherwise it's kinda useless."

"I'll be sure to note that," Agent Fowler nodded.

Cliffjumper looked at the slagged remains of the missiles before his optics looked at Akane.

"What do I need to do to get one of those?" Cliffjumper asked seriously. "I want one of those for my loadout ASAP."

"Don't worry," Akane chuckled. "I've got you something better."

She grabbed a rotary gauss cannon from the nearby workbench. "This, is Sasha, the Fulgurite cannon," Akane chuckled. "She fires custom casings that can turn whatever they hit into glass." After a moment, she leaned in and lowered her voice. "It costs two hundred thousand dollars to fire this gun, for twelve seconds."

"... By the Pit that looks so fragging good..." Cliffjumper whispered in awe as he looked at the turrets.

"… When my cousin told me that all the TF2 players these days were bots, I wasn't expecting this," Agent Fowler noted. "Is she always like this?"

"Yes," Ratchet sighed in fond amusement. "We love her all the same."

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AN:
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Stormy: Hehehehe, war crimes are always best when done with the whole family.

Kitsu: Cliffjumper is going to be a major character in a Transformers Prime fic. Who would'a thought.

Woolodin: No one that who. He's Almost always killed off right at the get go every single time.

Stormy: A shame, really, from the lore stuff I read he actually sounds pretty cool! The Glass gas was a personal favorite of mine since he used it lots. Hehehe.

Kitsu: And with that, we have managed to get the fifth chapter done, and explain a bit of the Inspired Inventor shenanigans at last.

RWBY tech Get!

Stormy: Anyhow, if any of ya'll wish to commission Kitsu and I for something, our links are available here for Kitsu, and here for myself. Feel free to talk to us on Discord as well, we do chats there if ya'll are available.

Anyhow, that's all for this chap, see you guys on the next one!

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

The Innovative Fox 06:
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Jackson "Jack" Darby was having a really bad day.

"Welcome to K.O Drive In, where every patty is a knockout. May I take your order?" he said to a new customer, who ordered several burgers to go.

He sighed as he tabbed it into the system before he waved the customer to wait in the parking lot as another customer drove in.

It was a monotonous, ordinary life, a part of him should be happy that he even got part-time work at all to save for his motorcycle.

"You should save up for it Jack, get some responsibility and learn people skills," his mom said with a tired smile as she kissed his forehead. "Life is hard and will try to knock you down, so you have to be able to take punches to the chin and kick it's ass right back!"

The words back then made Jack chuckle, his mom was a fighter after all, being a nurse does that. She always said that she had to fight unruly and uncooperative patients a lot in her work.

But in his mom's case, she could do that because she was trying to wrangle idiots.

He couldn't do that at K.O Drive In. If he did, he would get his ass fired if he inflicted irreparable damage.

"You can beat someone's ass as long as they still have all of their limbs and can still drive their asses out," the boss said with a sharp smile on his face. "K.O Drive In will handle the legal procedures, and we have surveillance cameras for this shit."

Jack didn't realize what that meant until he got into his first K.O Drive In brawl. A gang decided it was a good idea to try to start shit while the boss and most of the employees were on duty.

Sadly for the gang, most of the employees were either reformed convicts, or army veterans, and they rocked the shit out of the biker gang. Jack even helped when he accidentally fought the leader in mortal combat before knocking the bastard out with a steel chair to the face.

He got Employee of the Month thanks to that, and a fat bonus from the boss.

Which is why he clenched his fist when a familiar, unwelcome voice came in the driveway.

"Two super combos, extra fries," Vincent's smarmy, asshole voice blasted from the speakers. "And add a ton of sauce on the burgers, fuckhead."

Jack growled under his breath, of course it would be Vincent and his posse just when his shift was about to end.

God, he would love to punch the fucker's face in, but not yet, not yet...

"Okay, dos número two's, anything else?" Jack asked in the intercom, his inner snark colored his words as he prepared the food.

'Fuck, now he's gonna be even more of an ass—' Jack thought to himself as Vincent decided to fuck around again.

"Yeah dumbass, I want some advice," Vincent snarked viciously. "How do I get an awesome job like yours?" he said as his groupies laughed in the background.

Jack scoffed as he piled the food into a tray. Vincent was always an asshole with a mile-wide ego. He let one win get to his head and became a huge bully in school.

Luckily for Jack, all of the fistfights K.O Burger had on the regular gave him a spine.

"So that's two, 'we're not as funny as we think we are' combos, with a side of 'bite me, bitch'," Jack snarked with a small grin. Probably a bad idea to snark the school bully, but oh well.

"What did you say you little shit?"

Jack smothered a snicker at Vincent's indignation.

"Five fifty-nine sir, at the window," Jack said with a grin as he placed the order on the interior counter.

Which was a good idea given that Vincent's car drove by and tried to swipe the order without paying a dime, which they didn't get.

Jack's grin was vicious.

"You forgot your order!" he called out as he saw the car stop and slowly reverse back to the booth, with Vincent furiously looking at Jack and his smug face.

"The FUCK you say?" Vincent growled as he peeked out of the car window, a scowl on his face as he looked at Jack. "You should shut your fucking mouth, Darby. I can ruin your ass at school with a word."

Jack just grinned.

"Come on now, Vincent, you know that you have to be a law-abiding citizen in this country," Jack said with a smirk as he patted the paper bags with Vincent's order. "Like I said, five fifty-nine for the order, which is a pretty reasonable price if you ask me."

"And I don't want to pay for shit, Jackie boy," Vincent growled as he leaned forward and narrowed his eyes. "I want my free meal from K.O and you are going to give it to me."

Jack laughed at this and leaned forward, locked eyes with Vincent.

"Or else what, Vincy? You gonna do a tantrum and run back to mommy and daddy?" Jack asked mockingly as he poked Vincent's forehead. "You gonna run back to them and snitch that you didn't get your free meal?"

Jack immediately ducked his head as Vincent attempted to punch his face and retaliated with his own right hook to Vincent's eye.

The feel of his fist on Vincent's face was satisfying as fuck.

"OW! M-MY EYE! You punched my EYE!" Vincent squealed as he lurched back on his car while his posse looked at Jack with wide eyes.

"I did, yes, and I have the waiver to do so against unruly customers," Jack scoffed as he leaned forward menacingly, a dangerous smirk on his face. "Now be a good boy and pay up for your order, before I call the boss on your asses."

Vincent nodded as he gave a ten-dollar bill to Jack, who smirked as he gave Vincent's posse the paper bags and change.

"Thank you for buying from K.O Drive In, we hope you enjoy your meal," Jack said viciously as the car drove off as Vincent cried from the sucker punch to his eye.

Jack though, didn't care for the little shit, he was preoccupied with the absolutely gorgeous motorcycle that pulled up on the driveway.

"Hello beautiful," Jack muttered under his breath as he finished his shift.

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"Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long!" the radio blared, his tires rolling at a good pace while he sped down the highway. "If you're going my way~ Well I wanna drive it, all night long~"

As Bumblebee sped down the road, his optics flashing and his mood soaring with the wind in his grille, he noticed something that really pissed him off. He groaned internally, drifting around the divider and catching up behind the two Decepticons that were bullying poor Arcee and her new buddy.

Sure, he had no idea why she had picked up a little friend, but if she was going to protect that little human from two brutish Vehicon twins, she was gonna need his help. And maybe a little more backup…

He buzzed Akane over the comms, poking the old lady to come lend a hand. The crazy old coot could use some time to stretch her rotors anyways.

Just as they caught up and tried to slam into Arcee from both sides, Bumblebee lined up with the Vehicon's back wheel, slamming into it and forcing it into oncoming traffic. The humans were smart, they could stop in time to keep themselves from crashing if they wanted to.

Hell, he watched a truck speed up and smack into it while he sped off, so clearly they wanted to assist.

While he did this, he watched as the other Vehicon ran Arcee off an off ramp and into the Aqueduct, but he was going too fast to make it down there easily. Unfortunately, Arcee would be on her own for a hot minute.

Unfortunately, as he tried to slow down, he slammed into a barrier that was set up at the end of the bridge, and was forced up and over it for a bit. This was gonna suck.

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The project car that Raf had built was working splendidly in his opinion. In fact, the wheels worked smoothly, the motors hummed delicately and the car was fast.

It was really cool. He was glad he had taken the time to come play with it in the aqueduct so that he could really test out his baby.

If only he had someone he could show this to. Someone who could appreciate such things in the same way he did.

If only—

His phone rang.

"Hi momma?" he asked as he picked up the phone.

She was calling because she wanted to know what he was up to, apparently. Even if she had just called him fifteen minutes before, it was still nice to know that his mother was looking out for him. It was just a bit much sometimes, because he could take care of himself just fine.

He wasn't like those other kids, as they liked to point out quite frequently. In fact, he was much more capable than them.

"I'm racing," he chuckled.

"Where are you racing?" she asked with a concerned voice.

"Right up the street," he said. And it was true, their house was really close by.

"Be home soon sweetie, I just heard some people crash near the house," she claimed.

Huh, he hadn't noticed. "Okay mom, just five more minutes?" he asked, confident in his own safety where he was.

"Okay sweetie, just hurry," she sighed.

"Alright," he chuckled, hanging up.

A loud crash sounded above him on the road near the aqueduct.

"Noooo! My truck!" a man yelled, followed by some guy on a motorcycle flying off the highway and landing in the Aqueduct.

"Woah…" he said with a grin.

"Holy fucking shit!" the guy gasped as he drove the motorcycle down the aqueduct, eyes wide as he panted for breath. "W-What, what the fuck was that!? Holy shit!"

"Human, what's your name?" the motorcycle asked, the headlight flashed with each word.

"Uuuuh, Jack Darby, but wait, how are you able to—" the man was about to ask, but the headlights flashed again and again.

"Get off of me, Jack Darby! And keep an eye on the small human as well!" The voice said again as two Cadillacs drove down the aqueduct and...

They transformed into robots.

Giant robots.

"Holy fuck..." the teen gasped with wide eyes as he got off the motorcycle, watching the cars transform in front of them.

"Good, now make sure to keep an eye on the kid," the talking motorcycle said as it also transformed into a smaller, female-looking robot, her hands transforming into dual SMGs.

"Woah," Raf exhaled, looking at all of them with awe.

The twin robots transformed one of their fists each into a cannon, and started firing at the robot motorcycle like she was public enemy number one. It was quite fascinating, if it wasn't for the fact that she specifically stated to the teenager that was riding her to 'keep an eye on him.'

What that was supposed to mean, he wasn't quite sure yet, however, it didn't seem malicious. The twins on the other hand? Now they were menacing.

The motorcycle robot dodged those shots by sliding her head back inside of her body and doing a power slide underneath the rest of the energy blasts, fired her SMGs at one of the robots while she swept the legs of the second.

Of course, the one who had his legs swept out from under him didn't take his beating lying down, even as his twin twisted out of the way of the incoming hail of bullets. In fact, the one who was swept did his best to attempt to tackle the motorcycle robot, while firing a shot above her head to trap her in place.

The female bot didn't hesitate to kick the tackling robot's face instead and fired a burst of sustained fire from her SMGs right at the bot's torso. Its torso didn't last long after that.

With a grunt, the other robot kicked the motorcycle robot in the ribs while she was distracted, only for another car to drive off the bridge through the barrier and transform, punching that one in the face. From there, the robot took several more hits, before pushing the newcomer away.

Then, the newcomer accidentally stepped on his car, looking back at Raf apologetically which he waved off. "It's okay," he said, "Just win your fight and we're cool."

The newcomer gave him a thumbs up, before getting shot in the side by another set of the twins coming from above the ramp. These ones looked a little more roughed up though.

Of course, the newcomer took it rather well, and proceeded to wave him and the teenager away as the quadruplets? Yes, quadruplets began to close in on them, as the squishier targets.

"Tally-ho lads!" a helicopter yelled, shooting a massive blast of energy to annihilate the core of one of the Quartet.

While everyone stood and stared, the helicopter came around for another shot. "Looks like we're hunting Vehicons today kids! Mmmmiiight want to fucking run~!"

"Well, I'm not gonna argue with the talking helicopter with an energy cannon," Jack said as he grabbed Raf's hand. "Come on kid, we'll stay out of the nice robot's way for a bit, yeah?"

"Yeah, I've seen enough," Raf nodded, following him out of there.

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AN:
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Woolodin_Prime: As always it was a blast making this.

Stormy: Ayup, and the first few smatterings of combat, hopefully we can add more stuff from Transformers One combat in this since the movie was just so bloody cool.

Kitsu: I have never watched Transformers One. I don't even know if I will watch it. So I genuinely don't care what kind of combat we do here, so long as it's funny.

Stormy: It's actually really good, highly recommend it. But I digress, I want to do some additional stuff for combat in the future, will need to practice on that aspect of writing to be honest.

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AN2:
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Kitsu: So essentially, shit got fucked, and Woolodin no longer wants to continue.

This was a long time coming, as he has consistently been a bit of an ass to work with, though it was clear he at least made an effort not to be one, which both me and F3n appreciate a lot. But essentially, he started ghosting us, and then when I poked him directly in DM instead of in the Group Chat, he told me he had muted it and was burnt out. That he didn't want to continue for the time being, and that while he might come back some day, he just isn't up for it at the moment.

Which unfortunately means that this story is going to require a new commissioner who is willing to pay both me and f3nn3l to work on this one, separately. Something that would be nice in the end, and would require that the person or people who do so potentially meet up with us on my discord so we can chat about where we want to take the story from here.

If we don't get commissioned to write more, both of us, we won't be writing more of it. Simple as. Because as commissioned authors, we need to be able to put food on the table, and we can't do that by working on a fic that isn't giving us what we need.

Hell, I work for people who buy me tea from Throne even, or contribute to other fun things on there that I want, and give a highly discounted rate. And F3n has agreed to work at the same rate as me for this fic. Which means if you're paying for it at my discounted rate, f3n will allow you to pay him and get the same rate as you get from me.

If people want, they can even group together to commission us for more, instead of paying all by themselves. We just need to make sure we're getting paid for our work.

Of course, since I highly doubt Woolodin will actually be back any time within the next several months to a year minimum, if not an indefinite amount of time longer, I am just going to say that it's on all of you to keep this story alive. If you want more, please, by all means, help us out a little, yeah?

Stormy: Well, this is a really shitty way to wake up on.

Kitsu had the right of it when he said that I was working with them on their rate, even if it's a BIT higher due to being paid in USD. I really appreciated the fact that they gave me the chance to collab on this and was also appreciative of the fact that Woolo's idea was actually pretty fire to write with, I had a ton of ideas every time Kitsu and I were writing and even when Woolo was there he was actually a pretty fun guy.

And welp, I also understand that he wants to step away, but as stated, Kitsu and I need to eat.

So yes, if you all wish for the fic to continue, feel free to commission us by contacting Kitsu on his server. We would greatly appreciate it.

Kitsu: So, links.

F3nn3l/Stormy the Corgi Crow I don't know kinda guy: https://f3nn3lcorgiii.carrd.co/

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Stormy: That will be all for now, ciao!

 

[FTR2017]

Sorry to hear about the commissioner's woes and how it means that no more chappies will be had.

Oh well, thanks for the entertainment, the memes, and the warcrimes!

May you get the commissioners to fund further projects beyond this one, dear ghostwriters!

Hell, he watched a truck speed up and smack into it while he sped off, so clearly they wanted to assist.

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The driver of the truck in question, colorized the moment he saw the car shoved into his path:

"I'll shit on your skull!!"

*Presses accelerator pedal to the floor*

*Slam!*

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

Sorry to hear about the commissioner's woes and how it means that no more chappies will be had.

Oh well, thanks for the entertainment, the memes, and the warcrimes!

May you get the commissioners to fund further projects beyond this one, dear ghostwriters!


The driver of the truck in question, colorized the moment he saw the car shoved into his path:

"I'll shit on your skull!!"

*Presses accelerator pedal to the floor*

*Slam!*

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It's not like we can't keep going on this one if people are willing to pay for more of it. It just requires funding, which has dried up for it at the moment.

 

[FTR2017]

It's not like we can't keep going on this one if people are willing to pay for more of it. It just requires funding, which has dried up for it at the moment.

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*Confused tentacle monster noises*

Isn't that what I meant with my post cheering you both up? Maybe I should have been more explicit.

What I meant to post is that I hope you two get commissioners for your works, even if they are not meant for this one story in particular.

Sometimes, life just sucks monkey balls, and one got to keep on truckin', ya dig?

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

*Confused tentacle monster noises*

Isn't that what I meant with my post cheering you both up? Maybe I should have been more explicit.

What I meant to post is that I hope you two get commissioners for your works, even if they are not meant for this one story in particular.

Sometimes, life just sucks monkey balls, and one got to keep on truckin', ya dig?

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Yus, makes sense. I was a confused foxxo before that.

Unfortunately, unless more people hear about our work, it will be a long while until we can get more commissioners.

Though I say that, I did get gifted some meat and wrote the person a little silly thing as thanks.

 

[FTR2017]

Though I say that, I did get gifted some meat and wrote the person a little silly thing as thanks.

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Every little bit helps out, man.

Even if it is a gift of meat, it is still a profit!

 

[KitsuneObsessedFreak]

Every little bit helps out, man.

Even if it is a gift of meat, it is still a profit!

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Yus. Meat is good civ. Very tasty for a foxxo.

 

[Kuriboh1233]

Please does anyone know anyway to isekai to this version of TFP????? I just found my new dream job and I never would of guessed it was fast food.

God I swear, one day I'm gonna show up to work and just start swinging so many people piss me off.