|The small Autobot appears quite suddenly. He's red and silver, and…|
Apr. 4th, 2008 @ 01:28 am
"You like cookies too?" Three foot of chibi Optimus stops to look at the other 'Bot, his big optics wide with wonder. "Uh... but I don't know. I only had some once, when Channel gave 'em to me."
Roller looks down at Optimus Prime, and suddenly knows how a paradox feels. "You are much smaller than the Optimus I was. Are. Will be." He sighs. "Time and space are confusing. But, if I can find out where the best cookies are, I'm going to bring a big plate of them back."
"You're a Optimus?" The chibi's optics widen, his little face showing his confusion very well despite his lack of a mouth.
"I'm part of an Optimus, actually. The fun parts, mostly." He beams. "Did you have a Roller?"
"Roller?" The little guy perks. "You're Roller? Channel said you got a robot alt."
"Yes. Prime thought he might be a better leader if he separated his mind into different parts. One part became me. Another part went evil. The trailer was angry, unless it was watching Dawson's Creek. It was all a touch schizophrenic, now that I think about it. But I'm here, so I can't complain."
Poor Optimus. It's getting harder and harder to keep the chibi programming at bay. Which is why he now squeals and glomps Roller.
Roller's been glomped twice now. He's starting to think he's a rock star. And there's still the strange feeling of the glomper being a wee Optimus Prime.
"So, how did you get to be small?"
"I don't know," says Optimus, holding on earnestly. "I died, 'n then I was here 'n not dead 'n little."
"Strange." And coming from Roller, that word covers some ground. "Primus works in mysterious ways. That's how I always tried to explain things like armadillos, Pez and Powerglide."
"Powerglide...." The chibi suddenly has the giggles.
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