Another round of the Three Sentences Meme.

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Nicked from senmut. :D

Give me a character (or pairing) and a prompt, and I will write you three sentences.

~ OR ~

Give me a fandom and a prompt, and I will write a five things list in that fandom around that prompt.

Fic-centric or AU-centric prompts welcome!

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Takes place in a nebulous time frame.

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1. Prey
It didn't really freak Jazz out as much as he'd thought it would. He already lived in a world where ordinary objects could suddenly transform and attack him, frag you Soundwave. A couple of nightmares and one incident where he nearly shot Smokescreen's office chair because it was in a weird place and he was fine.

2. Silent Hill 2
The problem was, Cybertron didn't really have a concept of horror as entertainment. Most of the Autobots were confused by it; Jazz was delighted. When he mentioned to Spike he was researching the phenomenon as a slice of human psychology, Spike mentioned this game as a critically acclaimed example of 'psychological horror.'

Spike maintained ever after that his intent had not been malicious. Jazz, jumping at the sound of radio static for a solid week, wasn't sure he believed him.

3. Amnesia
This was Jazz's first horror game where the player character had no ability to defend himself, and it was exquisitely terrifying at a level the warrior had never imagined. He eventually wound up diving into a cupboard to hide when Ratchet stormed into the medbay a little too forcefully. And humans did this to themselves for fun!

4. Slenderman
"This has to stop, Jazz." Prowl's grumble was slightly muffled.

"Noooo, s' research," Jazz protested. Admittedly it lost something when he was wrapped around Prowl's head and upper torso, but - Prowl thought, tugging Jazz's arm down so he could see the datapad he'd been reading before Jazz burst into his office - you couldn't fault his commitment.

"It appears to be self-inflicted torture," he commented, resigning himself to being a Jazz-perch until he calmed down. "Aren't we subjected to horrors enough?"

"'Cons got nothin' on Slenderman for pure creepy," Jazz shot back, then actually thought about what he'd said. "...heh. For the most part... Slenderwave."

Prowl groaned. "Now you're going to give me nightmares."

5. Five Nights at Freddy's
"AUGH SLAG"

Thump.

"...whoo. Sorry, gang, I had t' peel myself off the ceiling." Jazz grinned at his webcam. "That was a good one, right? Who was bettin' on it bein' Chica who got me next?" A few people sounded off in the Twitch chat window. "Hah. Well, award yourselves a point. Remember, most points at the end of the session gets some cool swag!"

"Jazz, is everything-"

"YIE!"

Optimus blinked at the abruptly-occupied ceiling. "I apologize, Jazz, I didn't mean to startle you."

Jazz eased himself down again, cackling. "Hey! Did anyone bet on this jumpscare?" He tugged Optimus forward. "Hey, everybody, say hi to my boss! Boss-bot, these are the humans watchin' me make a fool of myself playin' Five Nights. And I'm pretty sure there's some 'Cons on the channel too." A flurry of denials. "Don't even try it, Drag Strip, I clocked you the second you logged on."

"Oh," Optimus blinked. "I apologize for interrupting. ...are you winning?"

...dammit, how was his boss so adorable. "Not even close. I just died again, but that just means I get t' do a death minigame. Which is good," Jazz quickly clarified when Optimus headtilted. "If I do all these right, I get to bring peace to the souls of these dead kids."

He settled himself back in his chair and put his audio hookups back in; he expected Optimus to wish him well and leave again. Instead he felt a broad, warm hand on his shoulder. "...may I linger?" Optimus asked quietly.

...aw, slag, boss.

Jazz covered his leader's hand with his own, spark pulsing with the terrible memories they shared. "Sure. I could use a special guest, huh, gang?" he addressed the chat window. It was instantly flooded with affirmations.

Grinning, Jazz picked up the controller.