A snip from an upcoming fanfiction I am working on, a crossover with my Thunderheart series and Transformers.

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A third sound came from the other side of the garage, startling both of them just a little bit.  Sam dropped his phone and slid off the barstool as he turned, his hand drawing his 1911 from under his arm.  Between this rat and his nerves, he was about done with this shit for the night.  With the pistol’s barrel trained low, he firmly scanned the garage more deliberately from where he stood.  Seeing Sam’s reaction, Caster eased off his seat and looked around with him for a few moments.

“...Alright…”  Don exhaled softly.  “I’m feelin’ it too, Sam.” 

Without a word, Sam lifted the pistol towards the garage window on that side, the barrel a little lower than the glass, towards the microwave on the shelf just under the window.  Seeing his buddy’s intense stare that way easily put Caster on edge, his own hand going for his Mk23 on his side as he looked through the window intently into the dark.

“What is it, Sam?”  He whispered.

Swallowing dryly, Sam’s lips trembled.  “We don’t have a fuckin’ microwave over there.” 

As he spoke those words, there was an audible sort of… chitter from the electrical panel of the appliance.  The noise barely had sounded out before Sam fired a single round of 45. ACP into the button side of the damned thing.  With a thunderous clap, Caster ducked a little from the sudden shot.

The round found its way into the control board of the microwave, the high-grain slug hitting the thing hard enough to scoot it back several inches as sparks and arcs of electricity shot out.  Had that been the end of it, Sam might have been just crazy, but as the appliance was struck, the box started to pop open and split apart unnaturally.  With a metallic shriek, several sorts of appendages sprang out from the thing like it was part of some god damn nightmare. 

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Really proud of this piece. So much detail and pushing the edge with this one!

Drawn on Sep 14, 2025