Read this one first… if you want to -> (ao3: ‘he might be a kid’)
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Starscream felt confident about this.
Not only did he actively made the repair crews mission harder and more difficult when trying to find the allspark fragment, but also captured one of their members.
The yellow mini had long ago stopped thrashing and kicking once the had went higher up in the sky.
It was sort of entertaining to the SIC, watching the terrified expression on the loud mouthed bot. But alas all the fun had to stop eventually as he had landed and entered the base, carrying the mini under his arm as said prisoner went back to kicking and thrashing.
“Let me go! Put me down!!” He screams, side punching the seeker’s torso kicking the air. “Not likely autobot. You’re not going to get away this tiME-!” The seeker sneer got wiped off when bumblebee kicked him in the hip.
Once free he transformed and speed off quickly towards one of the halls, not his brightest idea but starscream would’ve got his servos on him again if he tried to use the way he came.
So bumblebee picked up the pace and sped up with his boosters, just to get away from the seeker
Halfway through his transformation, stepping into one of the halls… he got no idea where to go.
He went left, he went right, even went through one of the vents into another hallway… he figured out quickly that he’s lost. ‘For frag sake’ He thinks, pouting at the thought, then he hears slight mechanical whoosh.
Making bumblebee turn swiftly at the noise and froze, optics wide and anxious.
The bot standing in front of him- now realising that’s actually a door -is the tyrant himself. Megatron.
Bumblebee stood still, both bots having a stare down, one full of fear the other in bewilderment. Before long he knelt down and immediately scoops bumblebee up from under his restarlueus before the minibot can bolt.
“How did you get here.” He spoke, keeping the minibot in place while he tries and fails to escape from his grasp. “Where are your companions?” He asks, genuinely curious.
Long before bee could say anything, starscream came from the corner, out of vent. “M-my lord. An *pant* an autobot prisoner *pants* escaped-.” The seeker pauses, seeing the minibot in megatron’s grasp.
“Oh, you caught him, great.”
The warlord sighs exasperatedly as he turns to seeker, with a pissed off expression keeping the struggling scout from escaping. “… starscream.” He starts.
“My lord.” The seeker responds.
“I’m gonna need you to be very, very honest with me. Out of all the autobots to capture. Why the child?” He asks, gesturing towards the glaring yellow minibot.
“Well my lord, he-… did you just refer to the autobot as a child?” Starscream asks, both bots bit surprised by the warlord’s question.
Megatron stood there with an arched optic ridge at his SIC. “Am I not allowed to?” He asks, adjusting his hold on the minibot to a more comfortable holding position, holding the incredibly embarrassed autobot carefully.
“… my lord, with all do respect he’s a prisoner.” Starscream mentions.
“I’m using that one as bait, so why don’t you just hand over-.” Before the seeker could finish and take bumblebee from the warlord.
Megatron barres his denta with a growl, engines revved in warning as he kept a bewildered bumblebee tucked against his chassis, away from starscream.
Blinking and staring at them in confused stupidity, the SIC tried again, only more slower than before. Same exact thing and same pace, revved engines, denta bared and minibot away from his SIC, still tucked against his chassis.
“…”
“…”
“…”
The silence is very deafening, between the bewildered and anxious seeker, an angry yet protective warlord and an extremely confused and weirded out minibot. Not being able to handle the quiet for long, bumblebee spoke up
“Uhh, if I could ask… what is happening?”
“I may have a theory.” Starscream informs, moving an inch closer before raising his servos swiftly, showing the abnormally protective warlord he backed off once he snarled and his optic glowed dangerously.
“… frag this, I’m out! Not doing that scrap again.” Starscream assures, turning a full 180 and walked away. “Where are you going?!” Bumblebee shouts, a little freaked out at the action starscream had done.
“Anywhere else but near you, last time I tried grabbing a sparkling from a bot with parental protocols I was found with my whole upper frame in the ground!” He shouts, already leaving before bumblebee could process what just happened.
“…. Huh?!” Is all bumblebee got out once the seeker is gone from view. ‘Did starscream just say parental protocols?’ He ponders, trying to think back on one of primes lessons… or was it ratchet..?
Nope, definitely both, they taught him that parental protocols are NOT to be taken lightly, but taken incredibly and very seriously. He also remembers ratchet pulling him aside and gave him a few very serious notes when it came to this protocol.
“You ever encounter a bot with parental protocols, be assured you’ll be treated like a sparkling.”
Bumblebee remembers, thinking more about that topic, trying to remember as to why ratchet told him this and why it’s very important-.
“Especially when one is a warframe. Since minibots are smaller compared to warframes.. they’ll most likely see you as a sparkling, not an adult.”
‘… oh scrap. Does that mean megatron-?!’
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he’s suddenly held out in front of the warlord, face to face with megatron like a parent talking with a toddler. “You hungry? You look hungry. Have you eaten?”
‘… oh. This- uh… this is a thing.’ He thinks to himself, his optics darting anywhere but megatron’s optics, until he huffs at the warlord.
“Nice try, but unluckily for you I’m not even hungry-.” He was about to say before getting interrupted by his internal hub system, his energy levels at 20%. He blinks at this, then back at the warlord who arched his optic ridge at the scout.
“Damn it.” He mumbled out, pouting at the hub for giving him worst timing possible, earning- very weird for a known tyrant -a light hearted chuckle and warm rumble from the warlord’s engine.
“That settles it. C’mon--.” He pauses, cradling bumblebee in his restarlueus like a bitlet. “-- I know a good recipe for a very happy fuel tank.”
Bumblebee laughed a bit when megatron poke him in the tank area, causing him to cover his intake & flush red, earning another of those weirdly warm rumbles.
Swallowing a lump in his throat guard, he realised too little too late about a very, very small detail ratchet has told him before.
“---once, if at all it’s activated. They’ll have what’s called ‘empty nest syndrome’ they’ll likely see you as one of their own despite everything.” Ratchet’s voice echo’s once more.
“It’s more prominent in warframes than civilian frames as recent studies have shown with a Decepticon veteran compared to a civilian.”
… oh slag, he’s… he is definitely not escaping any time soon.
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I mean… I was gonna post this a bit earlier.
… but then I saw @cranberry333’s fic on ao3, which is honestly cool as heck! Normally I tend to do redirects towards some of the stories I’ve seen and I want to share it with a lot of you… but I don’t really know how 😓
So… I just kind of put the title of the story and the website. I’ll prolly figure it out eventually but this is the best I can do. And as usual in my stories… parental megatron is still on the brain on this delusion drive I’m riding-.
I very recommend reading ‘he might be a kid’ if you’d like megatron actually being villainous, it’s so good!! I can’t express it enough!
(->[Amusement or… fondness]<- this here is for those who are clueless on the au and how it kind of started… ish-.)
Bumblebee shouts, both him and megatron flown back to the decepticon base immediately after that incident in the middle of the woods.
“It was romantic.” Megatron argues.
“Giving Optimus a freshly mutilated beating spark chamber is NOT romantic!” Bumblebee yells, gesturing wildly at the spark chamber on the table.
“Also where did you get that?!” He asks, disgusted with the chamber leaking life fluid from the chamber. “Starscream.”
“… you didn’t.” Bumblebee furrowed his optic ridges, shaking his helm in horrified disappointment. “No, I didn’t. It was already out of his chassis.” Bumblebee sighed in relief, thanking primus that he’s not dead.
“Then how-…. Allspark fragment?
“Allspark fragment. Directly in his forehelm.” Megatron pointed, his son nods in disturbed understanding.
“Right… still, a mutilated bot’s spark chamber as a gift of spoils isn’t how you woo an autobot.” Bumblebee deadpans. “That kind of practice is gone.” He adds, megatron groaned in annoyance. “Great, just great.”
“Sorry mama, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.” Bee shrugs, jumping down from the same table the spark chamber is on.
“You wanna get to optimus’ spark? You gotta get to know him, Y’know, learn his favourite flower, favourite song, sweet, take time to know him.” He tells him, letting megatron lift him into the warframe’s arms.
“I’m impressed, how do you know that?” Megatron asks, arching his optic ridge at his son with an amused smile. “Lots of sappy romantic genres, Y’know the ones bulkhead likes at times?”
Megatron chuckled at that. “Y’mean the same ones that you were invested in without the others knowing?” He asks, earning a faux gasp from bumblebee.
“How dare you! That advice is NOT from a tv series… it’s a line from an audio book.” He pouts, mumbling that last part. “Hm… well it is the right advice.”
Megatron nods in approval. “Taking the time to know a bot as well as communication, very important aspects of a healthy relationship.” He tells bee, placing the minibot down on his peds.
“Says the bot that doesn’t communicate that much.” Bumblebee replies, poking his tongue out cheekily. “Ohoho that’s it! C’mere you!”
Bee squealed, suddenly dodging from megatron’s grabby servos laughing. “You can run but you can’t hide~!”
“Dream on, sire!” Bumblebee shouts, sliding underneath the huge berth to avoid getting grabbed… but megatron thought ahead, jumped on the berth and scooping up his squealing, laughing, anticipated son.
“You think so lowly of me, I am megatron! Devourer of protoforms!” He announces proudly, ‘devouring’ bumblebee as he’s squealing and laughing in his sire’s servos. “Nohohoho! No! That tihihckle’s! Ahahaha!”
Megatron couldn’t help but laugh along, wriggling his digits under bee’s restarlueus pits he also blew a raspberry between the shoulder space.
Bee’s laughter went into octaves, trying to push megatrons faceplate away from his collar. “Okay! Okahahahahay! I give! I gihihihive!” Bumblebee begs, finally megatron stopped, just after one more raspberry on that same spot.
“Apologies, but you’re just so easy.” Megatron admits, letting bumblebee down on the berth as he relaxes himself, using his restarlueus to balance his weight behind him. “I I knohohow, I know.” Bee vents, his smile still present.
“I’ll get you back! Mark my words!” He points, smirking despite being out of breath. “Good luck with that, you’ll have to catch me off guard for that to happen.”
Bumblebee chuckled, rubbing his optics with the palm of his servo before yawning. Megatron shook his helm and lifted bee up once more into his arms. “Tired?” He asks, bumblebee nods to confirm.
“Maybe show bossbot your poetic writing? … he’d love that.” He mumbled, letting his optics close not even fighting to sleep. Megatron smiled, placing him on the berth and covering his frame with one of bee’s gifts he got.
… he might take bee’s word on that, maybe one of his old poetry pads can be a good thing, he just needs a plan to get Optimus on his-.
“No kidnapping.” Megatron swiftly turns, seeing bumblebee… not asleep just yet, still tired, but one of his optics are open and he’s glaring.
Megatron chuckled and nodded, silently promising he’ll not do that.
“Go back to sleep sweetspark.”
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Okay… another megop. Well… not exactly, just mentioned.
I still really, really need to at least try to do something about the ship, plus another ship that I desperately want to write for g1. (I’ll talk about that one later)
Right now… this is kind of the best I can do and it’s kind of after this post right here really ->(a love to call his own)<- just… way over the time skip.
Megatron heard, making the mech jump at the sound but controlled enough for it to pass as unnoticeable.
With an arched optic ridge he undoubtedly told swindle he’ll call him back in a bit. Trudging through the halls with a controlled pace, he’s gotten a lot of questions from his other subordinates.
Telling them he’ll handle it as he walks past Lugnut came running. “My lord! Thank primus I found you in time.” He says, undoubtedly thankful as megatron shoos his soldiers away. “Is there an issue Lugnut?” He asks
His most loyal soldier nodded, a worrying look on the wrecker as he turned from the hallway he walked down from.
“Very much, I came as soon as I could when he requested for you, he seemed very distraught at something, looks like he’s about to combust and, and-.”
Megatron placed his servos on Lugnut’s palderons before shaking him out of his spiral. “Feel better now?” He asks, Lugnut nodded. “Good. Now vent and tell me what’s wrong?” Lugnut took a deep breath and sighed.
“It’s your heir megatron.” He finally got out. “He needs you.”
That did not take long for megatron to immediately head to his private quarters in not time at all.
He canceled every meeting he had that evening, told his subordinates he won’t be there for quite a while and grabbed every strawberry alloy sweetener energon he had on the ship.
He had a feeling his son isn’t in the best state according to how loud that yell was, how lugnut immediately went to find him and looked worried for a bot that can’t show much emotion in those five optics.
Once he opened his quarter doors… he saw a whole lot of electrical burns and damage around his room, even the floor was damaged too.
‘I just waxed that.’ He thinks, but that train of thought is immediately forgotten once he sees his uncontrollably sobbing heir underneath the covers he generously gave (despite stealing it once again)
His baby needs him more than ever, whatever happened to him.
“Babybee?” He asks carefully. Bumblebee, revealed himself from under the covers, tears stained his faceplate as his lower derma quivered. “Mama?”
Megatron’s expression turned to worry, his son’s voice box is glitchy and raspy from strain. “Hey babybee, I’m here.” He says quietly, placing the flavoured sweetener energon down and bringing his son’s into his arms.
Hushing and rubbing his back, continuing to sob and bury his faceplate into his chest. “It’s ok, shhh. I’m here, mama’s here, mama’s here.”
Megatron repeats, wiping the tears away whenever bee lifts his helm before burning against the chassis again, by the time he finally calmed down he’s sitting in his lap with a very pitiful look on his faceplate.
“May you tell me what troubles you, my son?”
“…no. Just some- *sniff* just a very bad cycle.” He admits, wiping the remaining tears that fell down his faceplate. “Non-stop reports, humans trying to take over Seattle, starscream showed up, repairs are a pain-.”
Megatron nods, listening to every bad thing that has happened today, some of these he’s already been doing almost daily… so what made him this upset.
“-- but that’s not the worst that has happened….”
‘Not the worst? Primus how badly did this final straw affected bee?’ He wonders rubbing circles on bee’s back, careful to not accidentally activate the speed booster.
“The worst that happened was… *sniff* I didn’t get any sleep at all!” He shouted, bursting into tears again.
‘Ah, it was a minor inconvenience turned major once settled in.’ He thinks, remembering the last time it had happened when he skipped nap time. “There there, it’s ok babybee. Tell you what--.”
He stopped briefly, grabbing the treats he had put down on the birth and showed it to his son. “--how about we eat some strawberry allow flavoured energon candies that I had made a couple of cycles ago, and we’ll go for a nap, hm?” He asks, wiping the coolant tears away once more.
Bumblebee nodded and smiled, despite the exhaustion he’s still feeling. “I’d like that… but maybe just some normal savoury energon today?”
Bee requested, surprising the warlord so suddenly. “… I missed how you make your homemade energon cubes.” He admits, leaning against his sire as the former leader smiles down at his son’s simple request.
“Very well, it has been some time since I’ve made some.”
He muses, noticing that bumblebee didn’t respond, he looked down and saw him fast asleep. Literally, he was awake before but fell quickly asleep.
Megatron shook his helm with an amused smile and lied him down on his berth, covering his frame with the blanket Isaac sumdac gave him.
It was never made for him, it was for bee. He just request it.
“Recharge well baby.” He whispers, giving him a peck on his forehelm. Megatron then went off, threaded his fingers from both his servos and made the metal creak.
He’s got a lot of work to do before his son awakes and returns to his friends.
Besides, he missed making bee his favourite fuel.
He isn’t about to waste that opportunity.
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This story is based off of this ask (right here)
A request story for @purpalwolf1214 it was such a very good concept idea and I had to write it! I was gonna put it as a blurrbee scenario… but I thought against it-.
Instead I went for a personal experience of when i wasn’t feeling the best, I was heavily tired, hadn’t had any sleep and kind of… broke down into tears over how overstimulated I was.
It happened a long while ago, I’m a lot better now. *shrugs* so there’s that.
Warning⚠️‼️⛔️: inaccurate potrayal of cybertronian medical depictions.
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He hasn’t slept for many cycles since day one.
… at first megatron thought it was incredibly adorable that his son sneezed, he always made this confused face every time his little nose scrunched up and his optics close before suddenly a tiny sneezed escaped-.
His spark melts every time this happens, you’ll have to be there to witness such moments…
But that moment suddenly stopped when he started whimpering, coolant tears stream down his son’s faceplate. Once he scooped up his son he felt the unnatural heat radiating through his frame.
‘Scrap!’ He thinks, holding his son close, the heat already reaching uncomfortable levels and immediately called for a medic he knows might help, despite not being a decepticon anymore.
His link not yet severed he waited for the bot on the other side to pick up and quickly. ‘C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! Pick up!’ He thinks, pacing back and forth while subconsciously bounce b-127 in his restarlueus when-.
“—Whoever decided to call me, now isn’t a good time—.”
Megatron mentally thanks primus, now onto the hard part.
“Doctor, I’m in need of your assistance.” He asked, already concerned at the small noises his son is making.
“—… well, this is a surprise—.” The mech says, his voice sounding shocked, yet he sound way too sarcastic for his liking. “—out of all the mecha that decides to call me, i nehever expected that of the mighty megatron—.”
Megatron rolled his optics at that, keeping his son from falling asleep in case it’s something serious. “Doctor now is not a good time to be sarcastic!” He tells him, keeping on rocking his son in a comforting manner when he started to wail.
“—look, whatever it is, I’m not gonna drop everything for you, I have a life and I want to be sure that it’s not--.”
“I know! Ok, you made that very clear! But right now this is urgent! I have a sparkling in my care, he feels unnaturally hot and I feel like I might loose him the way I lost her!” He snapped, shushing his son’s cries when they got louder and more terrified.
He hears nothing on the other end, for one klik…. Five kliks, then a quiet voice from the other side. “—…. A sparkling? Alive—?” He heard from the link.
“Yes, he is my son. I-I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Can you please follow these coordinators and get here as fast as you cane?” He asks, sitting down after all that, feeling the weight lifting… but not at all fully.
“—I’m on my way, for now, make sure he’s hydrated and eating well—.”
“As long as he’s ok, that’s all I care about, see you soon then?” He asks, the bot on the other side confirms on the condition that he gets his payment afterwards.
“Of course, thank you, knockout.”
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It has been some time since knockout came.
His ex- decepticon medic looked concerned and focused while taking a thorough examination, his optics shifting and the scanner thoroughly checking once, twice, three times.
Even examined the bitlet’s spark, just in case. “… well, knockout?” He asks once the medic finished examining and putting his tools away.
“Nothing serious, just gonna be a lot coughing, sneezing and an ability charge during that time.” He says, casually dusting his servos. “I do have good news and bad news.” He tells, staring back at his concerned ex-leader.
“Whats the good news?” Megatron queries, holding his son close to his chassis despite his son whining at the heat.
“You said he’s eating and refueling, that’s a good sign that he’s feeling better. He will still sneeze and cough so be prepared for it to linger for some cycles.”
Knockout advised, giving the bitlet’s helm a small caress before backing off when megatron scowled at him. “The bad news then?” He asks, arching his optic ridge at the medic.
“Well… you don’t look much better.” He told him simply. Megatron blinked at the medic for that assumption, but he let the mech continue.
“Your mental health is worse by far last time I worked with you.” He paused, looking like he’s thinking back to what megatron assumes was how he was before his bitlet.
“Then again, the you back then was far different from how you are now, this time you’re more patient.” He added, smiling to himself and megatron.
“I admit, I’ll miss that funny, spunky, powerhouse of a conjunx of yours, she knows how to keep starscream of all bots in line.” He reminisces, thinking about the time where megatron’s endurae had kicked starscream in the face place with both peds.
The realisation before the impact was priceless and one of his favourite wallpapers on his computer… His other favourite is his own conjunx endurae, he is as perfect as he is and he will fight anybot who tells him otherwise.
“Back to the topic, here is some sparkling grade medicine and if his symptoms get worse don’t hesitate to summon me. But if his symptoms gets better let me know.” He tells the warlord, going along his way before being abruptly stopped by megatron’s servo.
“What of your payment, knockout?” Megatron asks, letting the medic turn. He hums and thinks then smiles softly.
“I was gonna go with some extra shanix… but maybe some extra frame polish and some monthly check ups for little b-127.” He asks, earning one of megatrons ‘mighty parental stare’ but 10 times more terrifying than normal.
“I’m serious, plus as a medic, I’m concerned at how small your little one is.”
“He’s a minibot. He’s supposed to be this small.” He interjects, glaring down at the medic. “Oh… still it’s standard procedure. Once every 3 orbital months then?” Knockout suggests.
Megatron thought about it, looked down at his now content… but sleepy baby bot he nods. “Right then, my work here is done-.” Before he can finish his son sneezed, a flash of lightning struck and hit knockout.
Causing the medic to do funny some funny poses in a Fritz before standing in place, with one hell of a bewildered look on the red grounder.
“Uhm… has- has- has- he been able- able to do tha- that?” He asks, his vox repeating certain words over and over again. “No.. this is the first.” Megatron answers, bewildered and surprised at how much usage that bolt of lightning had.
“… huh. His ability unlocked. And it hurts like pit-.” Is all knockout had gotten out before passing out, surprisingly without repeating any words.
Megatron looked back at his son, still tired and pouting from the sheer amount of sleepiness that had been interrupted, then back at knockout.
He snorted and chuckled at the thought of ‘big scary mechs’ getting their aft handed to them by his tiny, sweet spark son.
“You’re going to be quite a problem, aren’t you?”
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Ok, so i did an inaccurate sick fic…
Reason for this was… I got sick, I’m a lot better now but the whiplash had made me feel exhausted and I could not for the life of me do much!
Thank goodness for the queue setting! A tumblr writer/artist… (uh creative thinker? Yeah let’s go with that.) best friend! Oh! Mother’s Day is coming up soon, I am… not prepare actually-.
He exclaimes, introducing bumblebee to his not yet decorated door. This threw bumblebee off, he thought his room was gonna be filled with so much decepticon stuff, but nope it is just… bare and not decorated.
Once inside when the door slid opened by both his and megatron’s presence, he looked in ‘his new’ room and just like the door, just as bare… apart from his cyber bunny on his berth but that was it. It’s just… bare.
It’s not even painted yet either it is that bare, just a prism white bare room.
Bare and huge! The room is crazy big and a lot more… much than his own room in the ark.
“Wow uh, you… thought of everything.. kind of.” Bumblebee shrugs, looking around the room as he walks in, with megatron following as well.
“Heh, I have thought about decorating the room at first but… after finally having you back, I realised I barely know what you like.” He told him, rubbing the back of his neck guard awkwardly.
“So, I thought it might be wise to let you decide what to decorate.” He says with a smile, this surprised bumblebee.
Not just the way megatron can genuinely smile but also think about what he would want to do to his room and not doing it for him. “Oh! Look here.” Megatron suddenly says, walking towards his berth to stand next to it.
In a second after pressing the wall, a side table popped out, it was honestly really cool how it just did that. “I had the constructicons build one personally for my quearters for my helm.” He says, knocking on his helmet.
“Keeping this old thing on all the time is a bit of a hassle for me, but you can use it for just-.. stuff I guess.” He shrugs, lifting the table to put it back, away from prying eyes.
“Pit, I use it for my data pads all the time after hours.” He notes, moving to the other side of his room, strangely enough… there’s another door.
“Uhh… we don’t really need clothes, why do we have a-.” He was gonna ask before getting cut off by megatrons laughing bark.
“Primus no! This door here leads directly to my quarters.” He gestures. ‘Ooooh. So that’s why megatron was gonna lead me to his room.’ Bee thinks, blinking in surprise.
He imagined he was gonna use a bitlet cot with how long Megatron hadn’t had the chance to properly take care of bumblebee but this…? This makes more sense than what he originally thought of.
“See, while starscream and a few cons are on the prowl in the halls and you need something from me, my room is just there.” He walks in front of the door, immediately it swooshed open in his presence revealing his own room.
“See? Though if you need privacy it can lock just like any other-.” He stops, noticing how spaced out bumblebee is just now.. staring optics not focused.
He’s seen that look multiple times with rumble to know he might be overwhelmed with all these new changes, he gave rumble his own space to process everything that just happened.. maybe his son needed something similar.
He slowly walked up to the minibot and knelt to his level, by the time his son finally snapped out of it he was gently giving him his comm link.
“I’ll be going to check over on some things in the nemesis, if you ever need something I’m only a comm link away.” Megatron told him, placing a servo on his palderon.
“Take as much time here as you need to, it is… much for one bot to handle.” He smiled, standing up before leaving bumblebee alone in his ‘berth room.’ Bumblebee vented out, not realising how much he was holding in.
With somewhat of a new perspective, he looks around the room.
Imagining it had the ark’s colours and his supplies back at the autobot base, a lot of the things he’s been missing since his ‘arrival’ in the nemesis.
… it’s just-… not the same while he was growing up. It just wasn’t… how was he supposed to-…
A thump and a squeak had drawn him out of his thoughts.
He stared back down on the berth beside him… and saw his cyber bunny. He held the plush rabbit in his servos, the soft texture made him think how much he had missed the soft Starr patterned fabric.
With a sad, unnerving feeling in his spark, laying down on his side against the berth, the plush he missed so much against his chassis.
A content feeling had settled itself in… but that same sadness still lingered. Thoughts, feelings and memories of his friends and family were rushing in, the ones he knew, to the ones he thought he had lost.
With tears starting to swell in his optics, he grabbed his key from his subspace.
Held it close and against his dermas… he’ll probably bite it very soon just as much as when he’s as overwhelmed as the other times he felt this way.
… but at least this time, he’ll have some answers.
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Finally!! I locked in!
Ok! Phew, sorry about the long wait folks, I have been trying really hard to update these chapters for a long time now. Sooo… yeah, I like to apologise for not getting my head wrapped around this again.
But this time I’ll get there… I can’t promise it’ll be frequent but i can promise that it’s still being updated. Thank you all for your time and support.
