The Toaster From Hell

“For the last time, kid, the toaster isn't out to get you.” Ratchet groaned as he watched Sari eye the toaster in the newly refurbished kitchen the Autobots had added to their small base on Cybertron for her sake.

“Uh huh.” She nodded, “That what you said yesterday, and the sucker nearly took out my head when you guys left.”

“Riiiiiight," Jazz snorted from his position at the entrance a few feet away. "We're going out to Sentinel's trial. Try not to break anything, ya dig?”

“I can't guarantee that there won't be broken machines as long as that thing is here.” Sari chimed in as she sat staring at the toaster.

"You four should stay and watch her," Optimus Prime whispered to the Jettwins, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead. "Prowl's death has really affected her human mind."

"You can count on us, boss-bot." Bumblebee reassured.

"We'll keep an eye on her right after we finish playing Ninja Gladiator." Bulkhead added.

"I play winner!" Jetfire and Jetstorm cried out in unison.

They then slipped into the room right beside the kitchen, where the sounds of video games registered soon after. Optimus left with Jazz and Ratchet following close behind, leaving Sari to rummage through the fridge for something remotely edible. She tried to keep an eye on the toaster as much as she could.

She suddenly felt a coil tighten around her neck when she moved a can of energon to the side. Her fingers tugged at the appliance against her back. She glanced around desperately for anything to use to knock him off and she finally managed to throw it against the wall, catching it off guard just long enough to loosen it’s grip. She gasped for air, glancing back at the toaster as it lunged at her.

“Leave me alone!” She screamed, kicking at it and sprinting for the door to the room where her friends were. It wrapped its cord around her ankles and she fell, but was able to kick it away. She grabbed a large metal pan from one of the cupboards and held it out in front of her.

“Bring it on," She dared.

Gurgle. Gurgle. Spark.

“Hey, leave my dad out of this!” She exclaimed. The toaster met her every swing and block as they paced around the kitchen, circling each other as the hits got harder and harder.

Spark. Spark. Snap! Spark! Gurgle.

“Oh. Bring it on!” She answered as the toaster flipped the cord at her.

Crunch. Spark.

"Uh oh!" She gasped as it launched at her, clutching on to her head. Bumblebee entered with Jetfire at the same moment she was trying to pry it off. The two 'bots stopped dead in their tracks as they took in the sight.

“GET IT OFF OF ME!” She shouted at the two.

Bumblebee shot at the toaster and sent it flying into the wall just as Jetfire set it on fire. Sari let out a sigh of relief and collapsed from the relief, only to feel Jetstorm's cool hands sweep her off her feet and carry her to the room.

"I am guessing you were being very right about the toaster," He chuckled nervously as he laid her down on her tire of a bed.

"Don't remind me," She moaned.
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Optimus Prime, Jazz, and Ratchet arrived back home to find Jetstorm putting out the flames on the wall, Bumblebee rewiring the appliances with his stingers, and Sari instructing Bulkhead on how to pulverize whatever was in the trash as she sat on Jetfire's shoulder as he leaned against the unscathed wall on the other side of the room.

"Get him good, and make sure he suffers." Sari instructed and then spotted her friends. "Oh, hi guys. We're just cleaning up the mess the toaster left."

"The toaster?" Jazz asked.

"Do we even want to know?" Ratchet sighed.

"I am thinking not," Jetfire spoke up.

"Unless you like being proven wrong, which I'll be glad to do." Bumblebee smirked.

"As long as this is cleaned up in at least ten cycles, then we don't even have to talk about it." Optimus Prime sighed.

"Good," Sari said. "Because I think the blender is starting to give me some nasty glares. I've got to take care of him next."