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[#095] Spiders Make Terrible Houseguests (Transformers Animated)
Theme Prompt: 095 - Unexpected Weather
Title: Spiders Make Terrible Houseguests
Fandom: Transformers Animated
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 894
Summary: When the weather unexpectedly traps her on an island, Blackarachnia finds something she never expected.
Blackarachnia hated Earth's weather.
Well, more accurately, she hated Earth. It was wet. It was covered in organics. It had a horribly inadequate datanet. And worst of all, it wasn't Cybertron. But aside from her dislike for the planet itself, the fact that the weather could and frequently did change in the blink of an optic was enough to keep her constantly, silently cursing it.
That day, it was unrelenting, blazing, unseasonal sunshine, turning the last of the lake ice to shimmering cold water. Blackarachnia sat on the island shore in the meager shelter of the dock and glared moodily out at the lake and the city on the far shore.
She had hoped to sneak into the city after dark, using the ice to cross easily. The island was low on fuel, and transporting energon back by swimming or stowing away on the humans' boats was a challenge on a good day. Without the ice, she would have to wait until nightfall and hope there was a convenient boat. Her organic mode wasn't built for either cold or water.
"It was supposed to snow," she complained, without looking at the other being she currently shared the dock with. "Isn't it always supposed to snow at this time of year? You're native to this planet. You would know. Why is the sun out?"
She didn't really expect an answer, and didn't get one. Heaving a sigh, she kicked a foot resentfully at the lake, and immediately regretted it when icy water sloshed into her joints. "It should be predictable. This would never happen on Cybertron." It had, in fact, happened on Cybertron, but her organic companion wouldn't know that. "Curse this organic half. This would never happen to a regular Cybertronian.
Actually, she reflected, icy water had never been pleasant. But at least it had been survivable.
"This wouldn't be so frustrating if I had company." She was thinking out loud now, but since there were no other Cybertronians - or humans - around to hear her complain, she decided it didn't matter. "Being stranded on this island is less than ideal. Being stranded alone on this island is cruel and unusual."
Her companion made a noise that sounded vaguely insulted. Blackarachnia sighed. "Yes, yes, present company excepted. Oh, why am I even talking to you? It's not as if you would understand."
Finishing off the last fried potato, the seagull squawked loudly and took off, circling toward the sky in a display that was remarkably graceful considering the rest of the bird's behavior. It soared out over the lake toward the city on the far shoreline, harsh calls echoing over the water.
"Oh, rub it in, why don't you," the technorganic muttered. Dragging herself upright and shaking the last of the icy water off her foot, she turned away from the lake. She wasn't going to make it to the city today.
The air was even warmer further away from the water's edge. Grumbling internally, she tried not to dwell on it, though it seemed remarkably unfair that the lake would thaw while the island stayed covered in snow. At least the den she had dug out for herself would be warm.
A metallic roar echoed through the distance, and Blackarachnia froze.
There wasn't anyone else on the island. She had been there for two months without seeing a single soul, and there was no reason to expect that to change. Granted, she hadn't explored the whole thing - the snow and ice had made that hazardous, and after the disastrous battle for the AllSpark, she had wanted nothing more than to curl up and nurse her wounded pride in a warm cave. (Well, except to go home as a normal Cybertronian again - but the den had been more achievable.)
Perhaps the humans had brought some of their robots to the island. That would be a problem.
"This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" she muttered, turning reluctantly away from the path to her cave and starting toward the center of the island. She had gotten relatively good at tracking sounds, and she was fairly sure the noise had come from there.
The island remained silent for so long that Blackarachnia began to wonder if she had imagined the noise. Maybe I've been alone here so long I've started hallucinating, she thought wryly. Though if I were hallucinating, would I know it?
The holoprojector was so well-concealed that if she hadn't tripped over it at the top of a slope, she wouldn't have seen it. As it was, she almost wrote it off as a rock - except that when she touched it, the unbroken forest in front of her rippled.
"What are you, now?" she murmured, picking it up carefully. "You might be useful." It had a clear Autobot symbol printed on one side - probably something Optimus's team had left behind - and shut down when she touched it, revealing a massive crater sprawling out in front of her.
And, more importantly, revealing the creatures in the crater. They were a design she had never seen before, but they were unquestionably, unmistakably Cybertronian.
"Well, well, well." Blackarachnia crouched, taking shelter behind a heap of half-melted snow, and watched flames leap from the sword held by the biggest of the trio. "Looks like my lonely exile just ended."
Title: Spiders Make Terrible Houseguests
Fandom: Transformers Animated
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 894
Summary: When the weather unexpectedly traps her on an island, Blackarachnia finds something she never expected.
Blackarachnia hated Earth's weather.
Well, more accurately, she hated Earth. It was wet. It was covered in organics. It had a horribly inadequate datanet. And worst of all, it wasn't Cybertron. But aside from her dislike for the planet itself, the fact that the weather could and frequently did change in the blink of an optic was enough to keep her constantly, silently cursing it.
That day, it was unrelenting, blazing, unseasonal sunshine, turning the last of the lake ice to shimmering cold water. Blackarachnia sat on the island shore in the meager shelter of the dock and glared moodily out at the lake and the city on the far shore.
She had hoped to sneak into the city after dark, using the ice to cross easily. The island was low on fuel, and transporting energon back by swimming or stowing away on the humans' boats was a challenge on a good day. Without the ice, she would have to wait until nightfall and hope there was a convenient boat. Her organic mode wasn't built for either cold or water.
"It was supposed to snow," she complained, without looking at the other being she currently shared the dock with. "Isn't it always supposed to snow at this time of year? You're native to this planet. You would know. Why is the sun out?"
She didn't really expect an answer, and didn't get one. Heaving a sigh, she kicked a foot resentfully at the lake, and immediately regretted it when icy water sloshed into her joints. "It should be predictable. This would never happen on Cybertron." It had, in fact, happened on Cybertron, but her organic companion wouldn't know that. "Curse this organic half. This would never happen to a regular Cybertronian.
Actually, she reflected, icy water had never been pleasant. But at least it had been survivable.
"This wouldn't be so frustrating if I had company." She was thinking out loud now, but since there were no other Cybertronians - or humans - around to hear her complain, she decided it didn't matter. "Being stranded on this island is less than ideal. Being stranded alone on this island is cruel and unusual."
Her companion made a noise that sounded vaguely insulted. Blackarachnia sighed. "Yes, yes, present company excepted. Oh, why am I even talking to you? It's not as if you would understand."
Finishing off the last fried potato, the seagull squawked loudly and took off, circling toward the sky in a display that was remarkably graceful considering the rest of the bird's behavior. It soared out over the lake toward the city on the far shoreline, harsh calls echoing over the water.
"Oh, rub it in, why don't you," the technorganic muttered. Dragging herself upright and shaking the last of the icy water off her foot, she turned away from the lake. She wasn't going to make it to the city today.
The air was even warmer further away from the water's edge. Grumbling internally, she tried not to dwell on it, though it seemed remarkably unfair that the lake would thaw while the island stayed covered in snow. At least the den she had dug out for herself would be warm.
A metallic roar echoed through the distance, and Blackarachnia froze.
There wasn't anyone else on the island. She had been there for two months without seeing a single soul, and there was no reason to expect that to change. Granted, she hadn't explored the whole thing - the snow and ice had made that hazardous, and after the disastrous battle for the AllSpark, she had wanted nothing more than to curl up and nurse her wounded pride in a warm cave. (Well, except to go home as a normal Cybertronian again - but the den had been more achievable.)
Perhaps the humans had brought some of their robots to the island. That would be a problem.
"This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?" she muttered, turning reluctantly away from the path to her cave and starting toward the center of the island. She had gotten relatively good at tracking sounds, and she was fairly sure the noise had come from there.
The island remained silent for so long that Blackarachnia began to wonder if she had imagined the noise. Maybe I've been alone here so long I've started hallucinating, she thought wryly. Though if I were hallucinating, would I know it?
The holoprojector was so well-concealed that if she hadn't tripped over it at the top of a slope, she wouldn't have seen it. As it was, she almost wrote it off as a rock - except that when she touched it, the unbroken forest in front of her rippled.
"What are you, now?" she murmured, picking it up carefully. "You might be useful." It had a clear Autobot symbol printed on one side - probably something Optimus's team had left behind - and shut down when she touched it, revealing a massive crater sprawling out in front of her.
And, more importantly, revealing the creatures in the crater. They were a design she had never seen before, but they were unquestionably, unmistakably Cybertronian.
"Well, well, well." Blackarachnia crouched, taking shelter behind a heap of half-melted snow, and watched flames leap from the sword held by the biggest of the trio. "Looks like my lonely exile just ended."