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It was another one of those nights at Edo’s shop where a few of the bots would stay up till the next morning to gossip and goof around while others tried to sleep.
Next to the far left wall, Blue Cop attempted to get some recharge, but of course, with the majority of the bots who stayed up being the lousiest bunch, sleep wasn’t really possible. So he just…rested his optics and hoped that he’d just fall into stasis.
That hope was diminished when a certain boy began to obnoxiously tap on the hood of his alt mode. He was so concentrated on just keeping his optics closed and blocking out the background noises that he failed to realize the purple ‘copter approaching him.
Blue Cop sluggishly reset his optics and glanced up as Shadow X finally stopped his tapping.
“Hey brodie! Why are you being all emo in the corner?” The copter exclaimed.
Blue Cop stared at him blankly.
“Nevermind…” The plane scratched his face awkwardly as he leaned against the wall. An uncomfortable silence was held between the two until the police car spoke, “What do you need?”
Shadow X sits down criss-cross applesauce, “I want to play a game with you… a really fun one at that! I promise you it’ll be quick and worth your time! And then after you can go back to your sulking…!”
Blue Cop blinked twice.
“Couldn’t you have asked some other bot?”
“They’re all busy!!! Mega Trucker’s dancing to some music called Cumbias, Mega Ambler and Phoenix Fire ran off to who-in-the-world knows where, and finally, Dexter and Fleta Z are outside singing or some scrap!!”
Seeing that Shadow X insist on playing his little game, the cop finally let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine, I’ll play your game but only for a few minutes, I actually want to get some recharge in.” The purple mech let out a mischievous giggle as he rubbed his hands together like those earthly flys, that’s never a good sign, but Blue Cop ignored it nevertheless.
“So what’s the name of this game and how do you play it?”
“The name’s Smash or Pass! I name a random mech from the shop and you say whether you’d smash them or pass. And also-“ Shadow X was cut off by a very concerned yet frightened Blue Cop.
“What do you mean smash them…? As in beat them to a pulp…?! What type of game is this?! Why does it condone violence?!”
“No!!! Not literally smash them! It’s more like…erm…” There was a long pause from the copter before he started up again, “a game where you state who’s attractive and who you’d reject type of thing!” The copter said joyfully. (He probably could’ve explained that better)
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“Seriously? That’s it…? The whole game?”
“Yeah! Doesn’t it sound fun?”
“No.”
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Another long, unpleasant silence without the subtle sounds of the mech in the background since they’d gone off to bed aswell passed before Blue Cop spoke, “I’m not sharing that information, and knowing you…this conversation would be spreading like wildfire among the bots by tomorrow morning.”
He wasn’t wrong, Shadow X was the ultimate gossiper, literally no information was safe from him. “You’re no fun! Since clearly your not going to play my game, Ill leave so you can go back to your sulking.” The purple mech said before turning his back to the car and flying up to metal railings on the roof of the shop, his usual recharging area.
The cop called out after the copter, “I’m not sulking…! I’m just trying to get some recharge in…”
“Yeah, yeah…” Shadow X waved his servo dismissively and he sprawled himself out on the railing.
Blue Cop stared blankly, then just shut of his optics, this time praying to whatever remains of Deus Machina to bless him with even just an ounce of recharge.
(Throughout that entire night, Blue Cop did not get an ounce of recharge.)