Humanformers First day of schoolElita, a strawberry blonde haired woman with kind blue eyes quietly opened the door to her son's room.
"Wakey, wake. Time to get up, it's the first day of school." She said, lightly giving the six year old a little nudge.
The sandy haired occupant gave a soft groan before pulling the blanket over his head, followed shortly by a muffled reply. "I don't want to go to school, it's evil."
Elita chuckled. "You really shouldn't listen to your cousins. Get up, breakfast is ready."
Bee gave another groan before sitting up and stretching, his short blond hair sticking out in every directions. He yawned before getting out of bed and leaving the bed room.
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Optimus, a dark haired, blue eyed man with a mustache and the makings of a scruffy beard, folded down the top of his news paper and smiled when he saw Bumblebee enter the dining room.
"Well good morning, sleepy head." He greeted as he sat down next to the high chair where his baby sister was messily eating Cheerios.
"Morning, dad." Bee rep
Daughter of War REBOOT Ch. 7Stunned silence greeted Natalya's outburst, no one moved save for War who was rubbing his jaw from the sudden punch given to him by his daughter.
"Impressive-" He started to say.
"Shut up!" Natalya snapped. "My friend's death may mean nothing to you, but it does to me! As do the deaths of my mother and stepfather. My stepfather by the way was more of a man and a father then you'll ever be!"
War's eyes narrowed dangerously but Natalya refused to back down, she held her ground as her hands became fists as though she was going to slug him again.
Death finally made his move, he stepped in and stood between them before either of them could do anything.
"Natalya, come with me." He gently but firmly pushed her shoulder to emphasize his point.
Natalya gave her father one last seething glare before following the taller horsemen.
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"You need to stop blaming War." Death stated once they reached the clearing where she trained with him.
"Why? It's his fault." She muttered.
"He knows that, but y
Starting Over A Crossover Fanfic ch. 2"Are you planning on going deep sea fishing the next time we make port?" Jane asked as they stepped out of the transport.
"This suit isn't exactly made for deep sea-" Doppler paused when he saw the look on Jane's face. "Ah, you were making a joke."
Jane chuckled softly. "I still have my sense of humor, doctor."
"Hmm, good to know. We should probably find the ship before it sets sail without us."
"That would prove to counter productive to what we are doing." She commented.
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"The ship you're looking for is at the far end of the dock." Rumbled a four armed dock worker before walking away, carrying a large wooden crate.
"Thank you, sir." Doppler replied before the dock worker was out of ear shot.
After being pointed in the right direction, the pair continued down the busy street, it didn't take them long to find the ship and they simply stopped to stare in awe at its beauty.
"Well," Doppler coughed after a full minute past. "We can't stand here and gawk at it all day."
Lost Soul ch. 3The wind had finally stopped howling which meant a break in the weather. Giving a soft grunt, Makeva unfurled herself from her makeshift cocoon she had used by wrapping herself in her thickly insulated cloak. She looked over her shoulder and peered out of the shelter she had found only hours ago, she narrowed her eyes before sitting up.
"Hmm." She thought aloud before looking at her bow and quiver.
She figured she had plenty of time to hunt if only to could keep her strength up. Her gaze then shifted to her arm and like many times before noticed that her fur was bluish gray instead of the usual silver-gray like the other Snow Leopards of her tribe.
Not that it mattered; the rocks in the area were the same color as her fur, given a few shades darker in certain terrain. Her fur wasn't the problem, she looked down at her lose fitting clothes for a moment.
The wind would undoubtedly give away from position to her target, as would the metal chest plate that lay underneath. She heaved a sigh