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Quiet. It was quiet and calm, or so it seemed from the outside. Though one would be unwise to peer into this window. Curtains partially drawn and lights dim, the only illumination came from a few candles on the table; mostly obscured from sight by those seated. There were four, if one could count, sitting across from one another, quiet and peaceful folk if one dared believe. A chair waited at the top, empty except for its seat laden with a few phone books. The space had even been set with tableware, implying that a fifth guest had yet to arrive. And he did, drawing away the slightly easy air, as a small sparkling -barely a youngling- strode into the dim dining room.

He took his seat at the head of the table, perched comfortably on his stack of phone books, and no one laughed despite the oddly humorous sight. Ruby optics looked down upon the feast laid out, and a sweet smile spread across tiny lip components as the sparkling turned to the oldest. "What a wonderful-looking meal, Silverbolt," he complimented. "Please, do us the honors and carve the 'turkey'."

A shih tzu of acid green and purple rose, optics reflecting the glint of his carving knife and fork as he joyfully turned to their "turkey". If one could see, through the shadows and ghostly wisps of candle flame, the meat that sat upon the serving platter dead-center was no common turkey. It was in fact a torso, missing all limbs but its helm; mouth stuffed past fullness with a crystal apple and an energon-gravy sauce soaking in the empty sockets. Such a gruesome sight would churn the stomachs of many, yet no one at the table even seemed to notice or care, as the mad butcher made the first cut into what had once been a mech.

The red one scribbled in his notebook, the green one picked at his teeth with a claw and the remaining blue one shivered and quaked minutely in his seat. Optics glancing up from behind magenta frames, Skydive frowned, making another note in his little book as he casually announced, "It's drooling over the table again."

"What are you talking about?," Slingshot snarled, pulling his finger from his mouth. He glanced at Air Raid, in fact drooling slowly as his unfocused optics stared into nothing, before turning his glare back to his other brother. "So what if it's slobbering over itself a little? The fragging thing is dumb anyways."

"....Slingshot," a soft vocalizer began. The green shih tzu stiffened, turning warily to the sparkling sitting adjacent to him. Fireflight stared back, smiling sweetly; a little cherub angel who could do no evil. "Slingshot, tell me.... Why are you not currently taking care to clean up Air Raid's mess?"

"S...sorry Fireflight. It drools on itself all the time, I didn't notice it was making a mess at your table. I'm gonna-"

Slingshot's frantic apologies were cut off in a flash; the bigger shih tzu crashing to the floor with a snarl as he cupped at the gushing wound across his face, Fireflight standing at the table above, holding Silverbolt's carving knife in one servo. The family looked on: SKydive amused and Silverbolt staring hungrily at the fresh energon running down the blade's jagged teeth. Air Raid, ignored, sat hunched over in his chair; intakes cycling short and fast as he shook violently, his dead optics flared to life momentarily and glancing at Fireflight in pure, unadulterated terror.

"Slingshot....," the smallest autodog sighed, handing the carving knife back to a grasping Silverbolt, "I gave you Air Raid as a promise that you would keep out of trouble. It is your responsibility to ensure that your pet doesn't break the house rules. Do I need to take him back and train you as I did him?"

Sitting up slowly, Slingshot shook his helm, pulling his servo away from his stinging face reluctantly. "....N-no," he replied, seeing Fireflight's optics flare at his lack of words. "I'll fix it. I apologize for stepping out of line, Fireflight."

Fireflight smiled, gesturing for Slingshot to reclaim his place at the table, before turning to the rest of the family. Silverbolt was finally dishing the meal on everyone's plate, a smidge of energon at the corner of his mouth, showing that he'd had himself a tiny sample first. "Skydive, you had something on your mind?"

The red mech set down his pen as he faced his youngest brother, ignoring the pathetic whimpering as Air Raid was yanked from his chair and taken aside to be beaten by Slingshot. "Yes, I was curious to know if you might be bringing a younger guest home in the near future," he answered.

Fireflight picked up his glass of wine, sipping at it. "Oh? And what need do you have for knowing that information?"

"I am formulating a new toxin," Skydive readily informed. "I already know its effectiveness on mechs and femmes, what I'd like to do now is adjust the formula so it has max results on sparklings without overwhelming their systems and killing them."

"Ah, so this is for sale purposes then," the sparkling smiled. "Very well. I shall bring you some specimens, Skydive."

"But," Silverbolt quickly interjected, mouth twisted in snarl and a whimper, "Fireflight, you promised that the next sparkling would be for my dish! Why does Skydive-" A glare shut the tallest autodog up promptly, and he apologized for stepping out of line.

Still, his gaze lingered on Fireflight, now lit ravenously, and Fireflight rolled his optics, saying, "The next sparkling after that shall be yours, Silverbolt. Unless of course, you can not wait and prefer to ingest Skydive's tainted left overs. If you dare serve him to the rest of us though, you will be severely punished."

Silverbolt voiced his acknowledgment but the littlest shih tzu had already begun to ignore him. Dinner was served and finally all the shenanigans had come to a close. "Come," he beckoned of his family, as everyone finally took their seats one last time, "Dinner is a time of family. Sit, my brothers and let us enjoy each others' company."

A round of "Yes, Fireflight" returned the sparkling's sweet smile.

Kittycon mythos © Krazifreak
TFA aerialbot designs © Dou-hong
SG concept © me, inspired by my friend Randomus-Prime
Fireflight: sparkling, twisted head of the shih tzu household, torturer and manipulator extreme
Skydive: biochemical warfare enthusiast and narcotics developer
Silverbolt: head chef and leading cannibal
Slingshot: loose-cannon, unrestrained rageaholic and thug
Air Raid: family "pet" and resident punching bag
Minibot Carrera: tonight's dinner

Description
Quiet. It was quiet and calm, or so it seemed from the outside. Though one would be unwise to peer into this window. Curtains partially drawn and lights dim, the only illumination came from a few candles on the table; mostly obscured from sight by those seated. There were four, if one could count, sitting across from one another, quiet and peaceful folk if one dared believe. A chair waited at the top, empty except for its seat laden with a few phone books. The space had even been set with tableware, implying that a fifth guest had yet to arrive. And he did, drawing away the slightly easy air, as a small sparkling -barely a youngling- strode into the dim dining room.

He took his seat at the head of the table, perched comfortably on his stack of phone books, and no one laughed despite the oddly humorous sight. Ruby optics looked down upon the feast laid out, and a sweet smile spread across tiny lip components as the sparkling turned to the oldest. "What a wonderful-looking meal, Silverbolt," he complimented. "Please, do us the honors and carve the 'turkey'."

A shih tzu of acid green and purple rose, optics reflecting the glint of his carving knife and fork as he joyfully turned to their "turkey". If one could see, through the shadows and ghostly wisps of candle flame, the meat that sat upon the serving platter dead-center was no common turkey. It was in fact a torso, missing all limbs but its helm; mouth stuffed past fullness with a crystal apple and an energon-gravy sauce soaking in the empty sockets. Such a gruesome sight would churn the stomachs of many, yet no one at the table even seemed to notice or care, as the mad butcher made the first cut into what had once been a mech.

The red one scribbled in his notebook, the green one picked at his teeth with a claw and the remaining blue one shivered and quaked minutely in his seat. Optics glancing up from behind magenta frames, Skydive frowned, making another note in his little book as he casually announced, "It's drooling over the table again."

"What are you talking about?," Slingshot snarled, pulling his finger from his mouth. He glanced at Air Raid, in fact drooling slowly as his unfocused optics stared into nothing, before turning his glare back to his other brother. "So what if it's slobbering over itself a little? The fragging thing is dumb anyways."

"....Slingshot," a soft vocalizer began. The green shih tzu stiffened, turning warily to the sparkling sitting adjacent to him. Fireflight stared back, smiling sweetly; a little cherub angel who could do no evil. "Slingshot, tell me.... Why are you not currently taking care to clean up Air Raid's mess?"

"S...sorry Fireflight. It drools on itself all the time, I didn't notice it was making a mess at your table. I'm gonna-"

Slingshot's frantic apologies were cut off in a flash; the bigger shih tzu crashing to the floor with a snarl as he cupped at the gushing wound across his face, Fireflight standing at the table above, holding Silverbolt's carving knife in one servo. The family looked on: SKydive amused and Silverbolt staring hungrily at the fresh energon running down the blade's jagged teeth. Air Raid, ignored, sat hunched over in his chair; intakes cycling short and fast as he shook violently, his dead optics flared to life momentarily and glancing at Fireflight in pure, unadulterated terror.

"Slingshot....," the smallest autodog sighed, handing the carving knife back to a grasping Silverbolt, "I gave you Air Raid as a promise that you would keep out of trouble. It is your responsibility to ensure that your pet doesn't break the house rules. Do I need to take him back and train you as I did him?"

Sitting up slowly, Slingshot shook his helm, pulling his servo away from his stinging face reluctantly. "....N-no," he replied, seeing Fireflight's optics flare at his lack of words. "I'll fix it. I apologize for stepping out of line, Fireflight."

Fireflight smiled, gesturing for Slingshot to reclaim his place at the table, before turning to the rest of the family. Silverbolt was finally dishing the meal on everyone's plate, a smidge of energon at the corner of his mouth, showing that he'd had himself a tiny sample first. "Skydive, you had something on your mind?"

The red mech set down his pen as he faced his youngest brother, ignoring the pathetic whimpering as Air Raid was yanked from his chair and taken aside to be beaten by Slingshot. "Yes, I was curious to know if you might be bringing a younger guest home in the near future," he answered.

Fireflight picked up his glass of wine, sipping at it. "Oh? And what need do you have for knowing that information?"

"I am formulating a new toxin," Skydive readily informed. "I already know its effectiveness on mechs and femmes, what I'd like to do now is adjust the formula so it has max results on sparklings without overwhelming their systems and killing them."

"Ah, so this is for sale purposes then," the sparkling smiled. "Very well. I shall bring you some specimens, Skydive."

"But," Silverbolt quickly interjected, mouth twisted in snarl and a whimper, "Fireflight, you promised that the next sparkling would be for my dish! Why does Skydive-" A glare shut the tallest autodog up promptly, and he apologized for stepping out of line.

Still, his gaze lingered on Fireflight, now lit ravenously, and Fireflight rolled his optics, saying, "The next sparkling after that shall be yours, Silverbolt. Unless of course, you can not wait and prefer to ingest Skydive's tainted left overs. If you dare serve him to the rest of us though, you will be severely punished."

Silverbolt voiced his acknowledgment but the littlest shih tzu had already begun to ignore him. Dinner was served and finally all the shenanigans had come to a close. "Come," he beckoned of his family, as everyone finally took their seats one last time, "Dinner is a time of family. Sit, my brothers and let us enjoy each others' company."

A round of "Yes, Fireflight" returned the sparkling's sweet smile.

Kittycon mythos © Krazifreak
TFA aerialbot designs © Dou-hong
SG concept © me, inspired by my friend Randomus-Prime
Fireflight: sparkling, twisted head of the shih tzu household, torturer and manipulator extreme
Skydive: biochemical warfare enthusiast and narcotics developer
Silverbolt: head chef and leading cannibal
Slingshot: loose-cannon, unrestrained rageaholic and thug
Air Raid: family "pet" and resident punching bag
Minibot Carrera: tonight's dinner