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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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[a_perfect_end]

Anon and Clu, 13.
Barricade and Clu, 70. BECAUSE I CAN, THAT'S WHY.

Barricade and Clu 70. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR...

[namesnotprowl]

... because this happens. I don't even, yo.

"Eulogy" - Tool


How exactly do you handle a funeral for yourself?

More importantly, how do you handle the funeral of someone you’re not attached to when they’re attending?

Barricade had no clue (hah) what had compelled the program to ask him to give a eulogy over his… cubes. Ugh. Humans couldn’t even find a way to make their machines die in a useful way. How were you supposed to dismember a bunch of physical pixels for parts? At least he could strip Cybertronian bodies for everything they were worth to save a few lives later.

And why would Clu ask him to do it? After that EMP business, this was almost an insult. Ah, well. He’d do his best.

The dead were attending, after all.

The pixels had all fit snugly into a shoebox, which fit snugly into the hole that had been dug in one of the garden zones. And Barricade tried to think. He did.

All he came up with were song lyrics. Frag. Might as well. Just. Keep the unflattering parts to himself. True as they might be…

“Standing above the crowd, he had a voice that was strong and loud, we’ll miss him. You took a stand on every little thing and so loud. You sure could yell.”

No one ever said he had to do it well.

Anon and Clu, 13. The End of Anon's AU finally written because it's...

[recompiling]

"The End of Days" - Bullet for My Valentine


Five hundred cycles and he’d finally been caught by Clu’s soldiers. It had taken them a good long while to take him down, even with his energy reserves running low. He’d fought like a wild animal with the skill of a System Monitor. If Clu thought he could control the little program and Rinzler, he would have quashed the rebellious cells in the population instantly.

But Anon might just be too dangerous to leave alive. Even if he could have rectified him, what guarantee was there that Flynn wouldn’t find some way to get ahold of him and reprogram him again? No, he had to be gotten rid of.

In garish fashion, as usual.

Anon stood quietly in his cell, waiting to be thrown back into the games – probably for the last time. He’s heard who finished the competitions every time, and even he wasn’t that good. He was ready for it. He wasn’t certain he’d been meant to survive this long anyway. He’d take what he could get.

Besides, he could give Rinzler a tough opponent in the end. That would be a good end, the silent Monitor figured.