Transformers Bunny Farm

Poor Perceptor. Cliffjumper was so embarrassed he avoided Perceptor for weeks. Now Perceptor's upset because he thinks Papa Cliff doesn't love him anymore.

And Smokescreen has sensed the need for family therapy and is already planning to get rich from all the sessions they'll need.

Smokescreen: *sitting with a datapad in hand* Tell me, why do you call him Papa Cliff?
Perceptor: Why shouldn't I call him that? *pouts*
Cliffjumper: *frowns* Yeah, why shouldn't he call me that?
Smokescreen: Wasn't that the reason you avoided him?
Cliffjumper: He glomped me. I told him he couldn't do that in public.
Perceptor: *childlike voice and cute puppy eyes* But I haven't seen you in so long. I thought you were dead.
Smokescreen: *big grin and writing* Keep talking.

And what if Blaster was younger than they are as well? They were expecting a large adult mech to protect them, and instead they got adult Cassettes and an overgrown kid.

So now they have adult Cassettes that treat them like kids and Blaster acting like they're his big brothers. What if they get protective of the kid and next time Soundwave goes to battle his archnemesis they jump to protect Blaster.

Decepticons: *stare in shock*
Starscream: "... Ok, who gave him Instant Teenage Girl Energon?"
Decepticons: "Look at Mixmaster*
Mixmaster: *looks sheepish* "Sorry. Got my labels mixed up."

Starscream: And what did you plan on giving him? *reads teeny-tiny label on Megatron's energon cube* Love potion?
Decepticons: *horrified/disgusted stares*
Mixmaster: Uhmm... I was bored okay.

YOU SHOULD! YOU SHOULD! YOU SHOULD! *hopes*

I really shouldn't cause I start working next week, but I've already started writing the first chapter. I have no self-control with bunnies I'll post it when that one's done.

Jazz: "Why didn't you tell me?!"
Blaster: "What would you have done? Left Prowl? You would have been miserable!"
Jazz: "But at least you wouldn't have been alone! You wouldn't have had to raise our kids alone. You wouldn't have had... Wouldn't have had to..." *cries*
Blaster: *doesn't know what else to say*

*cries* Someone needs to adopt this one.

Jazz: Prowl, I...
Prowl: Save the apologies, Jazz. I have already requested a change of quarters. That way you won't have to move all your things out. *leaves*
Jazz: *sobs*

*hold out Perceptor* I offer Perceptor, for the Decepticons to do naughty things to, in exchange for a list of Decepticon celeberities.
Reflector: *considers*
Perceptor: *whimpers*

Reflector: Deal! *hands list of celebrities* Now remember, you've never heard of us. The last thing we need is to get in trouble. *leaves happily, two of his components dragging Perceptor behind him*

... Why am I suddenly seeing Motormaster as a Shakespearean actor?

Motormaster: "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day-"
Megatron: "CUT! This is a soap opera not classic theater!"

*giggle* And since Motormaster won't listen to Megatron he got cut out during editing and replaced.

Autobots: *munching on their equivalent of popcorn and watching*
Bumblebee: NO! Thundercracker, don't marry him! He's only after you for the money.
Ironhide: He thinks Soundwave's baby is his. Stupid Con is doing the honorable thing.
Jazz: But that ain't his baby. Soundwave slept with Vortex to get pregnant and tell Thundercracker the baby is his.
Optimus: *sheepish grin* Oh yeah, I sent you on a mission when we played that one.
Ironhide & Skyfire: And what did we miss? *angry*
Cliffjumper: Will you be quiet! Oh, Primus I can't look. He said yes, didn't he?