Flipz

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

Title: Flipz
Rating: G
Continuity: Bayverse
Characters: Barricade, Frenzy
Warnings: crack

written for tf_speedwriting  'how did you even fit in there?"  I still struggle with writing this pair--I don't think I can ever write them as a 'pairing'. While I don't buy the 'symbiont bond' thing for them, it just seems too close to some sort of abuse for Barricade to take advantage of Frenzy sexually. I...can't do it. :C
 But here ya go anyway with some fluffy crack!!

“Know I’m going to regret asking this,” Barricade said, leaning against the brick wall, “But how d’you even fit in there?”

“MotiVAYtion!” Frenzy chirruped.  The techling had squirmed his way into the vending machine’s flap door, down to where the candy and snacks normally dropped.  Then, he’d wriggled up to a standing position, all four of his hands grabbing at the racks.  It had been the chocolate-covered pretzels that had caught the tiny mech’s optics and attention, but by the time he’d crawled inside, he’d been distracted, grabbing at Twizzlers and Sun Chips and Almond Joy (chittering "‘sometimes you feel like a nut!' I do! I do!") . 

Barricade shook his head.  Frenzy didn’t even eat them. Well, not really.  He took small chemical samples, and dissolved nearly EVERYTHING in coffee in an attempt to create a field-expedient fuel. Frenzy was adamant that coffee was a fuel, insisting that the humans had discovered the secret. Barricade did not expect these experiments to succeed. Like, ever. 

Still, the drive had been boring and Frenzy had been drooping until they’d pulled up to the dusty truck stop.  Frenzy hated being cooped up, and had tried to teach Barricade any number of apparently common road-trip games, all of which were uniformly stupid and pointless. Though Barricade did rather enjoy that one that involved the idea of squishies beating the slag out of each other at the sight of a Volkswagen Beetle.  He almost considered changing his alt to that, just for the punchbug pummeling possibilities. 

But most of the other ones just seemed stupid.  Out of state plates?  Alphabet games? Barricade slaggin’ hated the human alphabet to begin with. The last thing he wanted to do was scour the hideous countryside looking for something that began with a ‘d’.  Stupid letters.  Stupid Earth.

So both of them had been relieved to find the automated rest-stop, picked out against the black night by cones of amber light.  Only one car squatted in the parking area, on the very outskirts of the light, either abandoned or the owner too far gone in sleep to care about one police vehicle of unrecognizable jurisdiction rolling up toward the shabby brick structure. 

And then Frenzy had seen the shiny blue foil of the Flipz package and gibbered something about the secret being sodium chloride and clawing at Barricade’s door handle which led to…this.

Barricade smirked down at the vending machine.  Frenzy had finally sated his…whatever…and stood, face pressed pitifully against the glass, up to his spindly knees in candy wrappers and chip crumbs. 

“Can’t get out!” Frenzy said.  “Cantgetoutgetoutgetout!!!”  His little fists beat a frantic tattoo. The window bowed and rattled, but didn't break. 

“Need help?” Barricade tapped his talons along the top of the machine.  Oh he was going to draw this out.

“Barricade help! Barricadehelpfrenzygetout!”

“Why? You got in there all by yourself.” 

The blue optics swirled.  Frenzy thrashed in the machine, slamming his face against the glass.  “Helpgetout! Help! Get! Out!” Wham! Wham! Wham!

Barricade sighed.  Frenzy was…always doing this sort of thing.  “Fine. On one condition.”

“No condition! Frenzypartnersbarricade!” 

Yeah, Barricade thought. Do not remind me.  “You want us to keep working together all nicenice, Frenzy?  As in, you know, me not ripping your tiny little head off?”

“Barricade mean! Meanpartner.”

“Damn straight.” 

Frenzy trembled, feeling the enclosed space of the vending machine almost closing in on him. He shifted his little feet, awash in a sea of snack foods.  “Fine! Finefine! Frenzy be good!”

Barricade nodded, gesturing with one talon for Frenzy to crouch down before he punched a hand through the plexiglass, rough-edged shards of it clattering on the concrete floor,  a web of white fractures spreading across the entire pane.

Frenzy clambered out of the hole on all six limbs.  Only then did Barricade notice that the little limbs were shaking.  Frenzy had been…really scared in there. “Be good!” Frenzy bleated, throwing his skinny arms around Barricade’s thigh. “Frenzy be good! Goodfrenzy!” 

Barricade didn’t believe it for a klik.  But of course, that’s what made the irritating little techling so oddly endearing.  He patted the silverchrome head briefly. “Come on, oddball.”  Frenzy nodded, his little claws still dug in tight under Barricade’s armor.  He reached through the hole and snagged one of the few intact packages, pressing it into Frenzy’s chassis.  “’nd don’t forget those pretzel things.” 

Comments

[arirashkae.livejournal.com]

Awww, Frenzy's a bit claustro. I never could see the appeal of Flipz, personally. If I want crunchy/chocolate/salty, I'll get a big bag of PMS mix. Otherwise my husband and kids steal it all.

Too cute. Wonder how long it takes Barricade to turn around and use this against him. ^_^

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

Flipz aren't the best but at least you can find them, right? I grew up in Pennsylvania where the Pennsylvania Dutch pretzel know-how ran headlong into Hershey's chocolates. We made our own and...guh. Flipz are a poor imitation, but...better than nothing.

But you know Frenzy would dig them! ^__^

(should stop abusing this icon)

[arirashkae.livejournal.com]

Yeah, homemade is almost always better. I go for homemade cocoa mix and chocolate syrup when I can. Yum! Do you use big soft pretzels or little crispy ones?

[spacehussy.livejournal.com]

This is freaking adorable D: And - somehow this doesn't even seem cracky to me, this seemed oddly plausible, with Frenzy XD

Seriously, road games and the vending machine and PRETZELS - fgfkhjs ♥

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

B'awwww, Frenzy, our psychotic little crack machine. (Realizes a sudden dearth of Frenzy icons...this...must be redressed.) He was more fun to write than I'd thought!

Glad you liked--now go back to having STUPIDLY AWESOME fun with swordage! ^___^

[sontsunami06.livejournal.com]

awww, this is actually adorable, doesn't seem so much cracky to me as just cute, but that's just me. I love how you write these little scenes between Frenzy and Barricade. They're just so much more plausible then some of the other theorys out there! On that note, I'm gonna go see if I can't find any evidence of Frenzy in the vending machine in the break room...hopefully there's still some Flipz in there

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

I'm trying to branch out and write them more, so, here's hoping!

(I imagine he also likes Skittles ^__~)

[sontsunami06.livejournal.com]

The idea of Frenzy on skittles is kinda scary. Even if he's not really eating them. Just like the idea of him within a 100 mile radius of coffee is terrifying. XD But it is adorable, so please keep trying to branch out, it's got great results with cute Frenzys so far XDD

[xxsomeoneelsexx.livejournal.com]

This was so cute ohGod. I adored the part about stupid road trip games. I never figured out myself why punching people was part of a game. Especially when my sister was the one doing the punching. >.o

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

My sister and I used to beat the snot out of each other. Later, in college, when the New Beetle came out, my friends and I developed an absolutely arcane series of rules: original Bugs were two hits, the new But was one hit, El Caminos were pinches, and I don't remember the rest. It was....owie. XD

You know you want to play Punchbug with Frenzy.

[playswithworms.livejournal.com]

D'awwww, Frenzy *loves all little oddballs, everywhere* <3

[wingzbot.livejournal.com]

Frenzy is just so adorable in this! XD Also, I love how you portray their partnership: you stay true to both of their personalities, but make it work out well =D Me likey! **hugs**!

Road games XD I actually own a red 1971 Volkswagon Beetle. When I used to drive it around, sometimes I could catch people hitting each other out of my peripheral vision or the mirrors. It was pretty funny XD

[ithilgwath.livejournal.com]

*snickers* Sometimes you feel like a nut, Frenzy? only sometimes?

Ahhh the things Barricade has to put up with. And then he goes and reveals his secret woobie side. hee, don't forget those pretzel things. :D

[ricci-ruu.livejournal.com]

“’nd don’t forget those pretzel things.”

my favorite line <3 I had to draw a pic to go with it <3

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