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Vignettes is based off the fanchar 100 writing challenge.
Summary: Wheeljack’s got a filing system … now if he could only find here he put it._____________________________________________________________
“Well I’m sure it’s in here somewhere,” Wheeljack huffed. “Oh really?” Ratchet replied. “You mean like you thought it was in the last
five boxes?” “Well, no, I wasn’t sure about those. But I am sure about this one … or is it
that one?” Wheeljack muttered looking at one of the many crates that lined the
walls of his apartment. Ratchet shook his head and snorted. “You’re impossible, you know that?” he
said. “You’ve been in here for a full stellar and you still haven’t unpacked
these boxes. How do you find anything?” “I’ve got a system,” Wheeljack replied. “I know where everything is.” “Oh really?” Ratchet replied sceptically. “Then where are the spanners you
were looking for last cycle? Or the coils you misplaced last orn?” “Yeah, well that was different!” Wheeljack cried indignantly. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that,” Ratchet said. “In the meantime, let’s
keep looking for those tickets and maybe we’ll actually get to the show before
it ends.”
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