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Optimus prime stumbled from his bedroom, clearly drunken and disorientated, reaching for the medicine cabinet in his engineered bathroom, he grabbed multiple pills to relieve his cybernetic headache. He could hear his lover, megatron, from the other room, as drunk as him, he bolted up from the bed when he realized his beloved Optimus wasn't at his side anymore. He rushed to the bathroom only to find Optimus, having overdosed on Aleve just like SkyDubnium. He screamed into the night, his beloved was dead, and it was all his fault. He was the one who had convinced Optimus to drink 40 shots of Energon-Explosion whiskey, and now his lover was... gone! He ran for the phone to call 911 because apparently cybertron also has a 911 system, and Jazz and the others immediately rushed to the house. They whisked Prime away on a stretched, counting every minute to make sure they knew how much time Prime had left. His energy signature was fading fast, but they weren't about to lose their flaming homosexual leader. They loaded him into the back of an ambulance (what we can assume was Ratchet's ass) and begin to perform CPR on him. They first tried electricuting him to start him up again, but it worked to no avail. They then tried smacking him in the face with Grimlocks massive robodong, but sadly, this still wouldn't jar the currently coma'd prime. Megatron wept as a sudden realization came to mind, he was to tell Optimus he was pregnant the very next day, it would be a great moment for them both, but now Optimus might not live long enough to see it. Megatron, filled with grief as the autobots came in to tell him Prime had passed, turned himself into a gun, and shot himself in the head. Somehow.