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"Beyond popular belief, amist all, we can see intelligent and genius ways to frame other people in this world."
Bumblebee awoke from his stasis charge. His translucent optics could have sweated oil. His spark's beating slowed down from their high beating charge. "What kind of dream was that?" He looks around his room decorated in what seems to be video games and other junk suited for things to do with others like Sari Sumdac. He gets off his metal berth. Bumblebee shook his helmet while rubbing the back of it. "Musta been a nightmare."
He sighed. It was so strange. It had been periodicially throughout the months; it occured in the first week of every month. he had a dream that ended with a faint whisper. It felt like absolute torture to somebody else but not him. It usually iinvovled a scream at the middle of his dream. It also invovled things that happened the same day, It never came together like a puzzel what it meant entirely. Today was the seventh day. And hopefully the last for Bumblebee. Ivy hasn't been seen for almost a year. It is December, close to 2052.
He comes out his room feeling tired and unusually crabby. His back ached for some reason. "Ah come on, back ache, reallly?" Bumblebee asked to nobody in particlure. You can hear clicks and all that sorts all related to his cybertronian heritage followering his speaking. The sunlight spilled into the basee through windows,cracks, and merely the automated buildding florescent lights powering up at Five AM. Bumblebee turnedd on the televison right on the Psychatrity documentary going on the History channel about dreams and some interesting results. He yawned half-way through the documentary, perpetually bored.
Eventually he found himself snoring. The other Autobots awoken to find him on the couch with his helmet tilted back and his arms reclined onto the edge of said couch. Before we know it, in front of of our view, we soon see a duck placed on Bumblebee's right shoulder, a hawwai necklace thing around his neck,and a paintjob suited for a clown. A large straw hat is placed on-top of his helmet. The Entire Crew did their own part in the prank. Willing to watch how long he'll snore untill one of them snapped him wide awake.
"Don't you think one of us should wake him up now?" Bulkhead asked, watching the little bug now with his helmet on the couch and his arms danging off the very edge. "Before you know it, one sharp sound will jolt him awake like--"
Zrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech
"AAAAHH!" Bumblebee screamed latching onto the cieling as his entire body shook at once.
Prowl and Ratchet laughed at him. Bumblebee's optics were shaking. Optimus seems to have to gotten a laugh from the ridicilous reaction by Bumblebee, which itself, was priceless to anyone who seen it.Bumblebee's teeth jittered together. His servos were dug into the cieling.
"I can't believe he leaped up that high!" Ratchet said, after a laugh.The recording had came to a halt once Bumblebee had awakened, Bumblebee let go of the cieling landing back on the floor on his butt.
He got right up, his back felt a little bit better than when he had gotten up. "Oooh,this feels a whole lot better." He commented,feeling more better and awake than before. The pain he felt from his back area didn't bother him that much. Bumblebee's optic noticed one of the lost controllers which he had seemingly lost track of months ago. Possibly after Ivy went missing. It was hiding under the couch having a fine line of dirt. "Ah ha, so it's been there the entire time!"
Bumblebee takes the controller out from under the couch. "Bumblebee, you snore when you sleep." Ratchet snickered, telling the Autobot something most humans would deny if they were told they snored. Bumblebee doesn't believe him so he rolls his optics.
"Hey Bee!"
The controller jumbled in both servos making it be tossed and fourth two times intil it settled on dropping onto the floor. "Sari, you shouldn't scare me like that" Bumblebee said, looking down towards the girl's direction.
Bumblebee awoke from his stasis charge. His translucent optics could have sweated oil. His spark's beating slowed down from their high beating charge. "What kind of dream was that?" He looks around his room decorated in what seems to be video games and other junk suited for things to do with others like Sari Sumdac. He gets off his metal berth. Bumblebee shook his helmet while rubbing the back of it. "Musta been a nightmare."
He sighed. It was so strange. It had been periodicially throughout the months; it occured in the first week of every month. he had a dream that ended with a faint whisper. It felt like absolute torture to somebody else but not him. It usually iinvovled a scream at the middle of his dream. It also invovled things that happened the same day, It never came together like a puzzel what it meant entirely. Today was the seventh day. And hopefully the last for Bumblebee. Ivy hasn't been seen for almost a year. It is December, close to 2052.
He comes out his room feeling tired and unusually crabby. His back ached for some reason. "Ah come on, back ache, reallly?" Bumblebee asked to nobody in particlure. You can hear clicks and all that sorts all related to his cybertronian heritage followering his speaking. The sunlight spilled into the basee through windows,cracks, and merely the automated buildding florescent lights powering up at Five AM. Bumblebee turnedd on the televison right on the Psychatrity documentary going on the History channel about dreams and some interesting results. He yawned half-way through the documentary, perpetually bored.
Eventually he found himself snoring. The other Autobots awoken to find him on the couch with his helmet tilted back and his arms reclined onto the edge of said couch. Before we know it, in front of of our view, we soon see a duck placed on Bumblebee's right shoulder, a hawwai necklace thing around his neck,and a paintjob suited for a clown. A large straw hat is placed on-top of his helmet. The Entire Crew did their own part in the prank. Willing to watch how long he'll snore untill one of them snapped him wide awake.
"Don't you think one of us should wake him up now?" Bulkhead asked, watching the little bug now with his helmet on the couch and his arms danging off the very edge. "Before you know it, one sharp sound will jolt him awake like--"
Zrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech
"AAAAHH!" Bumblebee screamed latching onto the cieling as his entire body shook at once.
Prowl and Ratchet laughed at him. Bumblebee's optics were shaking. Optimus seems to have to gotten a laugh from the ridicilous reaction by Bumblebee, which itself, was priceless to anyone who seen it.Bumblebee's teeth jittered together. His servos were dug into the cieling.
"I can't believe he leaped up that high!" Ratchet said, after a laugh.The recording had came to a halt once Bumblebee had awakened, Bumblebee let go of the cieling landing back on the floor on his butt.
He got right up, his back felt a little bit better than when he had gotten up. "Oooh,this feels a whole lot better." He commented,feeling more better and awake than before. The pain he felt from his back area didn't bother him that much. Bumblebee's optic noticed one of the lost controllers which he had seemingly lost track of months ago. Possibly after Ivy went missing. It was hiding under the couch having a fine line of dirt. "Ah ha, so it's been there the entire time!"
Bumblebee takes the controller out from under the couch. "Bumblebee, you snore when you sleep." Ratchet snickered, telling the Autobot something most humans would deny if they were told they snored. Bumblebee doesn't believe him so he rolls his optics.
"Hey Bee!"
The controller jumbled in both servos making it be tossed and fourth two times intil it settled on dropping onto the floor. "Sari, you shouldn't scare me like that" Bumblebee said, looking down towards the girl's direction.
Ennd
Because I got writers block and this story can't ever continue. I can't TOUCH IT.
Because I got writers block and this story can't ever continue. I can't TOUCH IT.
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