"This is the story of a mech named: Megatron." Dicecrosser started, "He was an older mech who spent numbers of day's in his life working. Caring more about money rather then others." "He was a tight fisted, hand to the grindstone. However he had a business partner. Who went by the name, Shockwave. They worked with each other for many, many years. But now Shockwave was as dead a doornail." Qestnia said pointing toward the building with the names, 'Shockwave and Megatron' on it. "Oh, that's a kinda spooky. I thought this was a Christmas tale." Dicecrosser questioned looking to the femme. 

"That's how it goes you bolt brain." Qestnia spat going back into a narrative tone, "Everywhere he went left a cold trail, bot's often dared not to even speak to him if they could, especially around Christmas." 

They quickly walked into Dicecrosser looking around, spotting a frail mech shaking while he worked with barely any warmth. "The mech you look upon is known as Starscream. A very humble and loyal worker." Qestnia explained. 

"Excuse me, sir?" Starscream asked as he walked into his employer's office. "Yes, what is it you want now?" Megatron murmured not looking up from his work. He took a deep breath before asking a simple request, "I was just wondering if I could have a little more coal in the fire? Everything is freezing and making it hard to work." The gray mech looked up from his work, "You think we have enough to afford for you to use more coal than normal just because it's cold?" "Well ye-" "WRONG!" He spat, "Now get back to work!" 

"Yes, but of course sir." Starscream said quickly returning back to his work. "Primus, rest ye marry gentlemech let nothing you dismay." A young mech sang as he walked in wishing for money. "What do you want?" Megatron asked very annoyed by the interruptions. "Just a simple bit of money, sir." The mech replied. "What is your name?" "My name? Why my name is 5T3V3, sir!" He said happily. 

"Well, I have something to say to you, 5T3V3...Get out of my shop!" He yelled causing the young mech to run off. "What a party pooper." Dicecrosser commented. "Shh!" Qestnia hushed. 

"Just than a very familiar face appeared though the door." Qestnia hyped up, "Megatron's nephew, Breakdown." 

"Good day, Uncle!" Breakdown chirped as he walked into the shop. "Yes, yes." The working mech replied. "I was wondering if you would care to join me and Knockout for Christmas dinner tomorrow?" He asked with a cheerful look on his face. "Ha, you will not see me at one of those festivities." 

Just than the door chimed again for a third time, "Hello, why you must be Megatron!" A bot said being followed by a second one. "As you know many are raising funds in order to care for our poor and homeless this time of year. So, what may I put you down for, sir?" "Nothing." Megatron stated bluntly. "N-nothing? But...What about-" "What are their no prisons? No poorhouses?" He asked looking to them. "Oh plenty of those, sir." The bot said. "Oh, good for a minute you had me worried. They can all just be sent there. No need to spend more money for them than what I already pay in taxes." He chuckled. 

"But some would rather die!" The other bot exclaimed. "Well, if they're gonna die they better do it, and decrease the surplus population!" Megatron snapped. 

"Short temper much? Talk about a drama queen." Dicecrosser butted in, "Just like you." Qestnia mocked. 

"Not even a little?" They asked with a small bit of hope. "I do not wish to make myself merry at Christmas." He trailed on. "That is true" Breakdown agreed. "And I certainly do not have the money to make others merry." "That is certainly not true." Breakdown shook his helm. "Don't you have places to be?" The gray mech spat slamming his servos onto the desk. 

"Sadly, I do." Breakdown said with a smile, "So, I shall make my donation and leave you to make your's, my dear uncle. And Merry Christmas, my good folks. Merry Christmas, Starscream." He waved to the frail mech, receiving a smile. "Merry Christmas to you as well!" Starscream replied in a jolly manner.

Megatron rolled his optics going back to his paper work. The two charity collectors moved closer to his desk, "What do you want? Go bother someone else for once. The door is right that way." Megatron stated pointing to the door near where the clerk worked. "Well we were-" they tried to ask, "I said leave!" He snapped with anger clear in his tone. The two quickly raced out the building with great fear. 

"The guy's speechless now." Dicecrossed commented. "If I had it my way every fool who went with a 'Merry Christmas' upon his derma's would be bake with their own turkey and buried with a stake of holly through their spark." Megatron vented quietly to himself. 

"Not quiet speechless." Dicecrosser said restating his current comment. Qestnia rolled her optics, "As closing time the frail clerk made his way to his employer office one again."

"Pardon me, Megatron?" Starscream asked with a hint of worry in his voice, "I was just hoping that... well since tomorrow is Christmas that..." "You wish for the whole day off?" His employer cut in. Starscream nodded trying to look confident, "It's just that, all the other businesses will be closed and there will be no one to do business with."

"Very well, but I expect you to be earlier the next morning." Megatron said in a very serious tone. "Why of course, sir. Thank you, sir." The clerk smiled gathering his things, cleaning up than walking out to his home.

"Bah, humbug." The gray mech scoffed closing up shop. "He walked down the street as most do, minding their business. He walked down a dark ally way and many twist and turns leading to his house." Qestnia explained, recalling an important fact, "Remember that Shockwave was dead and decaying in his grave for things may not add up."

As he grabbed out for the key he glanced at the large knocked on the door. However, the second time he glanced at it with a key in his servo his spark nearly stopping when he looked at the door's knocker.

The face of his long dead business partner: Shockwave.

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