Ok, apparently some of you dislike user Starscream. That is your problem.

SS: PEOPLE DON'T LIKE ME?! WHY?!

Me: Because you annoy them.

Designation Drift: YEAH! What about poor Gearswitch?

OC: Shut up. Both of you. MEEEGAAAATROOOOOOON.

Megatron: WHAT IS IT, HUMAN?

Me: Dis-claim.

Megatron: Transformers belongs to Hasbro. Something Violent and Nasty only owns her OC.

Designation Drift: That was...surprisingly easy. How do you make him do that?

OC: Two words. High Grade.

Gracias to Moody Flame. Your troll fic is pretty crappy, but it made me laugh, so it's worth mentioning.


The bus made several more stops on it's way to the highway. And at each and every one, the horn announced the bus's presence with gusto. Starscream pressed the volume button on his M-Jak, and the horn was lost in the chords of metal songs. They stopped first at a grey house, and a femme got on. He ignored her, even though she was looking at him out of the corner of her optics. Too bulky, he thought. The next at a weirdly pink house, where a large black mech struggled past his mother's hugs and goodbyes and onto the bus. He too was ignored, by Starscream. The rest of the bus snickered at him. The black mech reformed his arm into a cannon. Silence fell. The mech threw himself down on the seat behind Starscream, and instantly fell asleep. Ignore, thought Starscream. So it went for the next fifteen stops. Seven 'Bots and eight 'Cons got on. Only two of them were even half interesting. Disappointed, Starscream sank back into his pillow and extended his long legs across the isle so they were resting in the opposite seat. The occupant didn't say anything. He smirked, and spun through the song list.

The bus pulled onto the highway and Starscream selected "Carry Me Through", his favourite song. He pumped up the volume to the max, and settled back to watch the scenery. The fist few chords of the song were loud, and the throbbing guitar solos were almost enough to induce trauma.

Carry me!

Carry me!

Don't leave me alone in the

DARK!

He tapped his leg in time to the beat. It was pretty rapid. He let his head rest against the cool window, and watched the sun rise in the distance.

I thought you would love me

I thought you would hear me

I thought you would

Listen to me

As I'm screaming

A few thin streams of light wavered through the thick trees, sending delicate shadows across the highway. They flashed over the bus, making it look striped in gold and grey. The effect on his silver armor was quite nice.

I thought you would hold me

I thought you would

Lift me up as I'm falling

I thought I could trust you

I thought I would know you

If ever I saw you

MEET MY EYES!

(Blackbeat's POV)

Blackbeat looked up from his mind-wanderings and stared at the mech sitting in the seat in front of him. The silver-amored 'Con didn't seem to be having any trouble, but the Primus forsaken wail that had issued from his direction was stilling ringing in his audio-sensors. He noted the ear-phones in the mech's ears, but it didn't seem possible for an M-Jak to reach such a volume. The 'Con didn't seem to mind, because he kept tapping his leg in time with the music. Blackbeat shook his head. That child is going to be deaf by the time he's 20.

(Starscream's POV)

Starscream was totally unaware of the scrutiny of the black mech behind him. His fingers tapped faster as the song sped up to the chorus.

CARRY ME THROUGH!

THE SHADOWS!

CARRY ME THROUGH!

THE WIND!

CARRY ME THROUGH!

MY HEART BEATS FASTER EVERY MINUTE!

CARRY ME THROUGH!

THE DARK!

CARRY ME THROUGH!

OUR LOVE!

Starscream smiled slightly as the song ended. He reached for his M-Jak and pressed the "skip back" button. The metal chords started again. He off-lined his optics, and let the music brutally attack his ear-drums again.


I basically kind of just created Blackbeat. No real reason. He's ok. We probably will never see him again.

Metal is great. When I'm listening to it, I can't hear a word anyone is saying. It has the added bonus of being extremely loud, with lots of swearing. Perfect for the tube.

Review and I won't have to hunt you down with a null ray.

OC: You do that anyway.

Me: What I do in my spare time is none of your business. Go eat Dark Energon and die.