Transformers (mostly Soundwave) Oneshots

It's your own damn fault (Yandere Soundwave x male cassette reader)

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Requested by Anemone1405

You're a cassette bot, but an Autobot. But in war, childish games can lead you to do terrible things, even if just by accident.

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'Y/N! GET THAT TINY AFT OF YOURS BACK HERE!' Tracks yelled, running down the halls after me as I laughed like a mad bot. His dark blue color scheme was currently colored a horrible lime green, complete with glitter for that extra pizzazz.

All courtesy of mwah.

I grinned and ducked behind a corner, peeking out and watching him run past before I headed in the complete opposite direction. I pulled a small data pad out of my subspace and added yet another tick next to Track's name on my list, 'And that's one more for the scoreboard.' I laughed, not that I was competing with anyone.

'Who's next, who's next?' I pondered, leaning against the wall and scrolling through it. Sure, I was a prankster, but I did have a few exceptions that evaded my ever-growing hit list. Optimus was a straight up no-no. He was the only person who could put me in my place and reaaally make me feel bad about my pranks. And Ratchet, all it took was one exploding energon cube and a wrench to the helm to see he wasn't a force to be reckoned with.

Didn't stop me from targeting everyone else though.

I was just narrowing it down to the final two bots when I walked into someone's leg, being too occupied to look where I was going. I rubbed my head and looked up, giving a small laugh when I saw who it was, 'Optimus, sir.' I said nervously, giving him a few finger guns as I tried to put my list away as discreetly as possible, 'Good to see ya.'

He just sighed and kneeled down next to me and I immediately knew I was in for one heck of a guilt trip. 'Tracks.' He simply said, making me look down at the ground, 'I saw the makeover you gave him and he didn't seem too happy about it.'

'He deserved.' I mumbled, kicking the floor even though there was nothing there, 'That narcissist stopped right outside my room, talking loudly and keeping me up all night, and this isn't the first time!'

'Have you ever talked to Tracks about it before you struck back?' He asked, tilting his head at me. I bit my lip, feeling like his optics were digging into my soul, 'No, he wouldn't have listened anyways.'

Optimus just sighed and rubbed his optics, 'Well then I'm sorry but I'm going to have to punish you for this.' He said, 'I've overlooked your pranks up until now but I will not tolerate them being used for revenge. One day it may end up hurting someone. I expect you to cease them for now and I will also be confiscating that list of yours.'

'Ugh!' I groaned and put the data pad in his outstretched servo before I turned and stomped away, sticking my tongue out. 'You know I do not like punishing my troops, so don't make me.' He called, walking away.

'Don't make me.' I mimicked in a high-pitched voice, 'Yeah, like you've never wanted to do that, you do good, goody two shoes.' 

I continued my sulking all the way out of the Ark and into the desert, kicking stones as I walked and sending them flying at random, still muttering under my breath. I trudged through the barren wasteland for a good 15 minutes, not really going in any particular direction.

I looked up and soon, my gaze fell on an energon cube that was sitting on a rock a couple of meters away, the blue color standing out like a beacon among all the yellow and orange, 'What in the name of Primus?' I muttered and walked over to it.