Um yeah, Satan&#x27;s Camaro? It&#x27;s stalking me!

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

Each word spilling forth out of the boy’s mouth swims about in the growing fire within the scout’s chassis. His optics are hot with furry.

"Why wouldn’t I let her … talk to you?! After— -After Mikeala? After all THAT!?” Bumblebee snaps, his voice intoxicating the room they both stood in. “All of that emotional drama that you went through when she broke up with you!? The last thing your parents or myself want to see is you hurt again, Sam!”

But that wasn’t all, his lips curl up into a snarl.

I’m not that punk ass kid who bought you-- -

“Excuse me? Is that what I am to you!? Just a car!? Is that what I have been for all these years? Punk ass kid who …— - I was given the opportunity to be your Guardian and in doing so became your friend! I have feelings! I have a HEART! I’m not some— — some hunk of metal with no soul out there in your garage that someone pays for!”

Finally, the sentient machine stands silently ignoring the fact that he was shaking in his none existent skin. His hands are curled into tight fists, knuckles white. Bee draws in a breath taking a step behind himself as if to go, hologram frizzing . He gives the other a glance from across the kitchen breaking the dead air.

"So excuse me but I will protect you from anything I please, boy.”

Bomb dropped.

Sam's eyes nearly popped from their sockets; painfully wide. He could practically hear the guttural whine of horse power in Bumblebee's vocals as they simmered in a harsh baritone. It alone spurned a kneejerk flight response; and only the dead weight of a steely gaze anchored him down.

"B-Bee, I didn't...!" That's not what he meant. That's not what he meant.

Yet Sam winced beneath the hot fury; as if he'd been burned by the near literal sparks of his guardian's anger. Every emphasis a jab, lacing his chest with raw guilt. Sam fumbled, desperately trying to grip for some hold, as if he was dangling vulnerable. Maybe he was.

"You're not--" The man hadn't realized the fact he'd been holding his breath till he nearly heaved. "You're not just a car!" Despite the raised volume Sam's voice failed to come close to that of the titan fizzling before him. "That's not what I was trying to say, Bee! I made a mistake, alright?! I make a shit ton of those! Maybe I shouldn't have even--!"

His voice falters as memories from a few months prior come into painful focus, pressing and clawing to the front of his mind. Flashing at him as if to goad him, sneer at his current state of affairs.

"J-just," the first step was always the hardest. But once he managed one he could force out another, and another. Till he's practically racing from the kitchen. He can't even bring himself to look back as he cries out, "just do what you want!"

onecricket

don’t tell sam

#onecricket #radioguardian

"Don't tell me what?" A squint of his eyes, cross of his arms. He's waiting for an answer from at least one of you.

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

Standing in the heated silence, the guardian never takes his stare off of the boy only every odd minute does he really take a look at the mobile device, scratched plastic dully glowing in the afternoon light.

Only within the depths of the Witwicky garage would Sam hear a miserable grumble of the bot’s engines. It was nearly impossible for the human to lie to the scout, as much as it was for Bumblebee to lie to his charge.

The hologram whispers harsh tones under his breath, an unknown tongue ringing about the kitchen finally breaking eye contact face coated with regret optics searching about the room.

Wasn’t this his— -

He was only trying to— -

"I was only trying to not make the situation with her worse for you," Bee ventilated a cloud of rigid air. “You were already upset enough when you came back here to stay with your parents.”

"Bee! You can't just--!" He can't even begin to process the onslaught of exhaustion and irritation flaring through his mind. An irritated snap as his cell phone closed is about the only peep of noise Sam can form for nearly a minute.

"I'm not that punk ass kid who bought you off the lot years ago!" Arms were flung into the air for emphasis, hand gestures only intensifying with each new pose. "Shit's changed! I... I grew up, Bee! I'm a grown ass man!" Who lived with his parents, dredging through his piss poor job where he got to sweat for a living. "You can't protect me from everything! Not all the time!"

"What if Carly wanted to apologize, huh?! She came ALL this way! You think she'll ever TALK to me again?!"

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

A quick stand to his feet, practically rushed. “Forget it.” He grumbles, a loud crinkle as the paper bag between his fingers basically crumbles in his grasp. Trash can, right. He’ll make his way off to the kitchen.

Taking a stride to the side, he gives birth for the boy to walk by him into hallway heading else where. Bee’s glitchy voice box clicks about nervously, watching as his friend disappeared into another room.

Engines rumbling far away in depths of the garage, the scout’s holoform places the bin of clothing on the end of the stairs before going off after his charge.

"You seem…. upset." Bumblebee’s hands rest in his pockets as he stands off at the doorway, confusion still glinting about in his optics. "Samuel what’s wrong?"

"Because it doesn't make sense!" A loud clap as the trash can closed, Sam whirled around to face his guardian.

"She hasn't--" A fitful reach into his pocket, fishing around for his crap cellphone as if that was the end all. Flashing the cheap Motorola at Bumblebee was supposed to prove a point, or at least allow the guardian to read his mind. "No texts! Calls, emails.." Although he scrolled through again, as if they could suddenly appear.

"But she flew here? Without trying to get a hold of me? That's bullshit! It's--" An irritated cross of his arms, a loud huff to let off some steam as he glared daggers at the holoform.

"What did you do?"

kaijumorphic-deactivated2024052

moviewhorexo-blog

Imagine him tracking you down and yelling your Tumblr url at you.

lecidre

Scary.

#Barricade #The Past

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

"Well, yeah.” Obviously if she’d bothered to come some hours and— Jesus, did she take a plane just to talk to him? That… that didn’t make SENSE. The more his mind mulls over these facts, the less the pieces made much of any semblance of a puzzle.

A thought strikes, again to the fore front of his mind. “Did you—” it’s more a mumble then a response, a side long glance as he watches the holo. But he stops, rather abruptly. Eyes quick to refocus on the floor, the walls, anything but the holo.

If the boy believed that his Guardian did not hear the whispering of a few words he was very wrong. Nothing really got by Bee without being heard. Although concern is present on the mech’s face now, the hologram lightly shifting his weight to his other foot.

"Did I what?" The bot inquired, optics dancing from the bag of food to his charge. "What did I do Sam?"

A quick stand to his feet, practically rushed. "Forget it." He grumbles, a loud crinkle as the paper bag between his fingers basically crumbles in his grasp. Trash can, right. He'll make his way off to the kitchen.

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

Giving a shrug, Bumblebee places one hand on the basket in his grasp although the yellow bot remains where he is not moving, confused with the matter and how his friend was still feeling for the girl. His mouth opens and closed a number of times, processor humming madly as to why the boy even wanted to see Carly again.

"Perhaps she knew where you would be..? Hasn’t she been to your family’s home before?"

"Well, yeah." Obviously if she'd bothered to come some hours and-- Jesus, did she take a plane just to talk to him? That... that didn't make SENSE. The more his mind mulls over these facts, the less the pieces made much of any semblance of a puzzle.

A thought strikes, again to the fore front of his mind. "Did you--" it's more a mumble then a response, a side long glance as he watches the holo. But he stops, rather abruptly. Eyes quick to refocus on the floor, the walls, anything but the holo.

animus3pointo

>>Mission Directive: Assassination

animus3pointo

Frowning, he growled inwardly before picking the boy up. “You have been compromised. I might as well bring you back to the hideout for an assessment.”

Taking him by his wrist, he dragged him out of the alley and towards a motorcycle. It wasn’t his but it would do him well enough to travel lightly and quickly with one person in tow. Forcing him to sit on the back seat of the bike, he handed him a spare helmet that was attached it while Andy just pulled his hood up.

"You attempt to escape and I will class you as a target for assassination," he warned before starting the engine.

"I haven't been ANYTHING!" He thrashed about in Andy's hold, legs kicking every which way. He was going to work, dammit! Stand behind a grill, and get paid minimum to sweat his brains out!

"You're the one who--" Sam's eyes went painfully wide at the realization. The male practically throws himself off the 'cycle as he flings himself off the seat, scrapping and pushing away on the crumbling pavement.

"You're the one who killed that guy back at the Cafe!"

#animus3pointo

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

The scout stops in mid stride, turning around to watch as the human rather desperately navigate his cellular device. Bee cocks his head to the side. "No I didn’t give her the time to— -"

He shakes his head, a frustrated warble shaking from his radio frequencies.

"Why would you want to know? From my understanding you two aren’t seeing each other anymore."

"Because it doesn't make sense," he admits rather gruffly. "She hasn't said shit to me," his hands begin to fly around as he speaks, only adding emphasis to his words. "Why would she come here...?"

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

“At eleven Sam.” Bee ex-vented, getting ready to stand needing to complete the chore he had began. Picking up the laundry bin, resting it under his left arm and hip. Giving a slight scan of the boy’s vitals the scout is about to start walking. "I don’t believe you were here at the time."

He can't resist the urge to flip his phone out from his pant pocket, scouring through his latest calls, texts.. Nothing. A thought is quick to pass behind his eyes, a harsh click of his cheap pay to use cell phone as it snapped shut.

"She didn't say why...?"

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

“Nothing.”

Arms now crossed loosely over his chest, Bee’s attention turns to his feet, frowning. His toes give a wiggle within the white socks distracting himself from the human’s stare. “She only asked where you were and I refused to answer.”

"When?" The word escapes before he has much time to think on it; but thoughts begin to trickle in. It'd been more then a month since he'd so much as received a text from Carly, let alone seen her.

What could she have wanted that couldn't have been settled over the phone?

Confrontations || aliendangermagnet

"Yes, she did. In her fancy little get away car are everything." He explains neatly placing the last of the clothing in the bin, dusting off his hands in a job well done. Leaning himself back into the comfortable furnishing again the blonde turns his attention back to his charge.

Fries tumbled down onto his work shirt as Sam's mouth flew open, only to promptly snap shut. The stony glint of Bumblebee's 'eyes' was enough to hold him at bay, pressing himself slighty backward into the love seat. Sam may have hoped he could have phased through it.

But the wording of his guardian's next words trouble him for reason's not even he's entirely sure of. "What'd she say?"