This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse!

That chapter where the Con dies

  "Who..dunnit?"-Quote of the Chapter

       The lights went out, again. It had been doing this for the past forty-eight hours. None of the Decepticons knew why it's happening recently.  Canocopy theorized it is the direct result of going through a worm-hole by accident. Scout had  a strong theory  that RobustShell is causing this. Mountiany protests it's just old wiring. And others get in a mangle of bad theories.

    "I will go to the generator room!" PlayerSwitch said, without being ordered to do so.

     Canocopy laughs at the willing Decepticon. 

    "Do not tell me that Starscream has rubbed off on you." Canocopy makes a sarcastic joke. He gets a shoulder punch in response to PlayerSwitch. Canocopy rubs his shoulder. "Okay, mate, I need to get better comprehanding these 'jokes' a little better."

    "That's an insult," PlayerSwitch said, leaving the room. His voice is distinctive among Decepticons because he sounds like  a young man who has a high pitched voice. He waves his index digit in the air.  "And do not use sarcasm comparing me to him!"

      Canocopy laughs, shaking his head.

   "He is sooo new." Canocopy notes to himself. He looks down towards a spare energy pad that he had charged earlier that evening.  His Austrialian accent is fluent, but light."Hmm....What chapter was I on The Da Vin Ci Code?"

      Mountiany leans back in her specifically redisigned seat, nearly  breaking the lower half in two.

  "Chapter 45." Mountiany said straight out, jokingly.

   The light from this spare energy pad is able to show what Canocopy is doing. It is acting as a bright computer screen would be doing at night  when a human is watching youtube videos or  reading a book online.

     Canocopy's face gradually becomes a bright red.

  "Stop flirting with me," He shook his fist at Mountiany. His fist punched a Decepticon by accident making them fall on the floor with a big dent in their optic. The steam from his audios are apparent. "I am on chapter 8. That was a rhetorical question!"

    Some mechs in the dark are heard laughing in the still dark room.

     "Ow."

   Deframe is busy (mentally planning to himself how to clean the hallways of it's filth) in his chair mumbling to himself. He is the Decepticon who pratically cleaned the dinning hall in his spare time. Not only did he not; follow the mechs into meddling with unwordly creatures from different planets their ship landed on...Deframe shared cleaning advice with said creatures.

     It's strange to think Decepticons are not prepared to move around in the dark.

     And that some of their OCD-ey warriors have unusual hobbies.

    Besides, the dark is their greatest asset in surprising soon-to-be-dead targets.

     ...15 minutes after the power went out...

     Deframe is walking alongside the walls. He is very much afrad of the dark. And the chances that he could be killed in a dark, unknowingly hall. WardSprint had pressured him to find out why the power has not come back on. Except, Deframe is usiing  a large cleaned rag to help him along the walls. His optics have a clear sign of panic.

     "PlayerSwitch?..." Deframe saw a figure slumped on the wall. He is shaking visibily. "Speak now or forever hold your bacteria-riddled breath."