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Bee: I dare you to kiss the next bot who walks into this room.

(Name): Screw that, I'm not kissing any of you.

*Prowl walks in*

(Name): Fine, I'll do it. Rules are rules y'know.

In which Papyrus attends a talkshow.

Okay, after reading the one about reader strutting into the monster bar, I need one where they don't get scared. Imagine, this huge dumbass walking into a den of monsters, not giving a flying fuck.

And the catch is, they have the biggest luck and the most killer charisma imaginable so they just get out of every situation somehow (that implies that stuff like this happens a lot) I need unhinged gremlin reader with god on their side, please 😩

[Outstanding, you have the power of God and anime on your side, nobody fucks with you anon.]

God rolled the dice and your stats somehow came out intelligence 0, charisma 10 and luck 20. That makes 30 altogether, you're overpowered as fuck.

You've become a bit of a phenomenon around The Clergy's Eye. A strange sort of creature feature, a minor celebrity of sorts.

Everyone knows about that one random human that walked inside the establishment one day and immediately began hitting on the majority of the workers there. Why did you do it? What possessed you to enter The Clergy in the first place? Why are you determined to fuck every asshole monster you see? How are you even still alive?!

Such are the mysteries of The Clergy's Eye's universe.

Almost every single day, you find time in your schedule to show up at the establishment with a new scheme to get into someone's pants (or lack thereof). Krulu is particularly interested in your existence, for The Clergy's unnatural aura fails to irk you out of approaching the place. The eldritch being cannot tell if you're a particularly powerful human, or quite possibly so unintelligent that his mental illusion work bounces right off your utterly concave skull.

Part of them is almost terrified of it.

The manager also isn't fond of how some employees are starting to get cozy with you. You've acquired a bit of a quasi-protection squad along time- His workers began deeming you too entertaining a human to simply dispose of, and now you've charmed them into keeping you safe within The Clergy's walls. More often than not, you actually fail to realize the levels of danger you're in. Krulu can count dozens of incidents where you were unknowingly at death's doors and escaped unscathed because some attentive fool whisked you away just in time.

It's incredible how you've moved the hearts of some of the monsters working here with your unfiltered buffoonery. Krulu themselves had more trouble convincing a couple to work here than you had getting them to adore you. It makes him livid and bitterly curious.

Gallon will go through the trouble of softening his every drink so you can drink without contracting grave illnesses, purely so you'll hang around his bar longer. Grimbly will neglect deliveries so he can zoom around you and try to drag you into sitting at a booth with him. Santi is determined to give you his phone number and doesn't even mention money when you start making hints. Morell outright refuses to cook you and even allows you to hold his cleaver. Patches and Nebul constantly beckon you to their floors so they can shower you in gifts.

You're like some disruptive therapy animal parading around the place and it has Krulu clawing at his horns. You're a menace to this business and he's sick and tired of you meddling around. You need to be terminated. Perhaps they were wrong all this time. You're not some half-wit with extreme luck, you're a mastermind. You know exactly what you're doing, this is a scheme. What are your goals? What could such a human want with his establishment? Is this revenge for what Krulu has done to your kind?

The elevator to Krulu's darkened lair chimes softly. They sigh in relief.

" Admin, finally. I must have a word with you immediate- "

" So you're the big cheese around here, eh? "

Oh fuck. Oh no. IT'S YOU. Who gave you access to this floor?

You have finally come for him.

a sluge 😔

✞ 666 ✞

[ twst + ocs , AU ( really twisted ) ]

NRC Students

aka local man gets a-salt-ed

Cybertronian Names

The following is from an episode of Autobot special operations commander Jazz’s audio series titled “More than robots that transform”, a show focused on educating other species about cybertronian culture:

“A common question us autobots get from the beings we protect is one involving our names. Humans in particular get confused about alien robots having names like Bumblebee or Ratchet. Be confused no more, listeners, because Jazz is here to lay down the details!”

“Names actually hold a very significant value in cybertronian culture. When a bot activates, whether forged from a well or constructed cold, they immediately have knowledge of their designation. This designation, or first name as it’s commonly referred to, is a sort of placeholder name made up of random letters and numbers. Bumblebee, for example, used to be known as B127 for most of his life. My first name was JZ14, hence the number fourteen decals I got.”

“Eventually, when a cybertronian gets enough life experience and develops a a more refined personality, their true name materializes in their brain modules. The true name defines a bot’s entire being, what they’ve accomplished and who they are. Due to the sacred nature of it, sharing one’s true name is usually reserved for those closest to you. As a result, cybertronians typically use nicknames that are either something they find interest in or are a less meaningful versions of the their true names.”

For this podcast, I’ll share my true name on this podcast. Most will call this blasphemous, and I’m definitely anxious, but I believe sharing culture is as important as fighting tyranny. Here goes. *The sound that emits from Jazz’s mouth is reminiscent of a radio switching between music stations, accompanied by an unusually soft grinding sound that evokes a skateboard sliding down a rail.* That roughly translates to Appreciator-Of-All-Cultures-Light-Footed-Agent-Of-Freedom. Pretty appropriate, if you ask me.”

“That’s about it for this episode, thanks for listening and here’s hoping your future ends up being brighter than the stars!”

(This short fic is primarily about how I’d handle naming conventions for the transformers. The name JZ14 for Jazz is an idea I had based on Jazz’s Studio Series toy having the number fourteen on his doors.)

(Special shout out to @lets-try-some-writing for inspiring this with her amazing TFP fan fic, which I’ll link below)