A/N: This was originally published as the start of a collection of drabbles, but I've decided to take that down and publish them seperately. I can't think of a collective title that I'm happy with, and also, since each one is so different and completely unrelated I can't come up with a decent summary either.

Retro

"I would be considered retro. Retro is cool."

"No."

Soundwave stood amazingly still, deep in thought. The mech standing beside him watched him slightly out of the corner of his eye. Oh how he wanted to smirk. Ohhh, how he didn't dare.

Soundwave missed the relished days of yore, the early eighties, when he could set himself out in his boom box alt mode as bait for some hapless youth on roller skates. Young Hapless would then hoist him onto his shoulder so that his speakers were right against his puny, organic ears, and skate as fast as he could while jamming to "Funky Cold Medina" or something similar, just before Soundwave sent out a pulse of sheer destruction, causing Hapless's head to implode. The bad-assery of it made Soundwave feel tingly. Those were the days.

But they were now long gone.

Soundwave discovered this the last time he'd tried his bait and hook routine. He'd set himself out for some hapless youth and his friend to find, but when they got to his alt form, instead of glancing around furtively for a possible owner, and looking gleeful at their find, one of the boys had scoffed and kicked at his boom box form with a foot, while the other said, "Whatta piece of shit." They'd walked off wondering out loud about what loser had left it there.

Humiliating.

He'd killed the boys, of course. Quick and clean. The killing hadn't made him tingle, though. -_-

So, here he was with the Mechanical Witless Wonder next to him, trying to decide upon a new alt mode.

"Well, you could always be an iPod." Witless Wonder said in a slightly strained voice. Laughter was hard to suppress.

Completely not amused, and without turning his gaze from the view in front of him, Soundwave casually blew the other mech's head off. That'd shut him up. Soundwave turned his gaze down to the heap Witless Wonder had become. Maybe permanently.

Oh well, he was no one of importance. Now back to the issue at hand....

..... and what the fuck was he going to call his Cassetticons?

A/N: I really couldn't resist throwing in the little angry face. It just seemed so.... FITTING.