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NO   ,   NO .    PLEASE   ,   NOT HIM ANYONE BUT HIM .   JUST   …   NOT MY CHILD .    They told him to wait  ,  begging that he might allow a medic to take lead .    [    THEY WILL TAKE CARE OF HIM  ,  MY PRIME .    THEY WILL BRING HIM BACK HOME .    ]    But he knew better  ,  how they refused to meet his eye as they spoke with strained voices and dizzying pity .    Terror  ,  by the gods  ,  is this how he is rewarded  ?                                        HE IS THE ONLY THING I HAVE LEFT !   DON’T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME .   NOT YET  ,  GIVE ME MORE TIME .   The Prime heaves a coughing sob  ,  ragged and broken gasps flooding from his chest as he fights the hands that held him back  ,  guarding him from the sight of the scout .   But he can feel him  ,  of course he would  ,  he knows the fluttering field of the curled babe who found protection against his beating spark in the late night hours .   The curl of rounded digits that sought his own to press his palm against his sparkling’s face and cooed in adoration .   He knows  ,  he knows  ,  Primus  ,  he knows .

    “    BUMBLEBEE !   ”     He screams .   It sounds as if the moon is crashing into the sea  ,  all the stars plunked from their heights and falling    down  ,  down  ,  down   from the heavens .   And then he felt it .   The plummeting drop of a spark and a hush that blanketed the world for just a moment before the Prime hurtled past the mechs who cried aloud  ,  who wished to give him mercy from the pain .   

He stumbled at the sight  ,  a keen rising like glass to shatter with the drop of a single mourned note  -  no .   He doesn’t know where to look  ,  how to look at the mangled body .    “    My boy  …  Primus  ,  what have they done to my boy  …   ”   His frame shakes with the effort to not collapse  ,  rushing with maddened panic to scoop Bumblebee’s broken limbs and clutch him close to his chest .   Static breaks through his throat  ,  hiccuping waves that pushed his resolve as his field bursts aflame .     [    i’msorryimsorryimsorryimsorrypleaseimsorry .   ]   His body curls as though to shield him from his own hurt  ,  hands grasping at discarded plating as if he could fix him because he has to fix this  ,  he can fix this  ,  somehow he can fix this .  But optics blink at the gargle of energon and his gaze trails to the scouts throat .    “    I’LL KILL HIM .   ”  

Trembling servos cup Bumblebee’s helm  ,  thumbs brushing to dip in staining energon that ran freely from a torn throat .   Desperation fills him  ,  and his voice quakes in devastation .    “    I’LL KILL HIM  ,  I’LL RIP HIM LIMB FROM LIMB .   ”    He tried to stop the bleeding  ,  tried to piece him back together again .   The medics murmured from behind  ,  prying his babe from his blood soaked hold but he refuses to let go .   He refuses to allow anyone take him away .   His helm falls against Bumblebee’s  ,  a soft clink amongst the chaos of shouts as he stares in dimming optics  ,  digits brushing dirt and filth from his cheeks     “    Please stay   …   please don’t go   …   ”  

the sound of terror and pain unified in the room where chaos seemed to breed.  the tension building up like a deteriorated damn waiting to explode. he could hear . . . he could hear. the voice that shook the earth in its own vehemence ‘  BUMBLEBEE ! ‘ . it rung through his helm in a way that nothing other could.  dad ? dad ? a clear struggle was shown despite how weak he was. sure enough bee was in the embrace of his father. and just like that there was a burst of life through bees spark that could be read off the monitor .  the medics seemed keen to notice it as well. bee was excited . excited to see his father . if affection could bee seen off his war - filthed  and mangled face it would present itself in rising volumes. alas ,  with a body so desperate and pitiful , it was no home to hold such warmth and excitement. bee would be reminded of the pain and system failures  . however a loving mind remained poised on his father despite what felt like ravenous flames all over his body. a gargle emitted from his throat as well as static that looked desperately for his voice. again, he was wordless . the room almost felt like a river had burst with in . suffocating and overwhelming. the fields that overlapped one another and all sort of mixed words we’re struggling to be interrupted with in bees sound systems . more fighter than soldier  bee made it his mission to listen to what his father had to say. every single word cherished.

the medics we’re hardly bees problem as much as optimus prime was for them.  in fact he hardly registered them.  to him . . . this was it, so what was the point ?  excitement and relief seemed to turn to guilt in a short lived moment . how the grief that took the one he trusted in most. the one who showed him what life was . . . how could he let this happen ? distress weighed upward on bees chest .  while no words could come from the bot his brows rose upward on his face. a few blinks . primus, he was so tired. . .so tired . in the touch of their helms bee could remember much more then he wanted to.  this was his father . . . the mech who brought his place to place with in his chambers . he could recall the time he would stay up through the night just to keep him calm. bees eyes remained fixated on him . . .through all its struggle his arm rose  to touch his father back. shaking dangerously it struggled to keep form and depth . it was nothing but feeble , but all he wished to display was affection.  

‘  please stay . . . ‘

[  i dont want to go. . . i don’t want to go ! ]

immediately to the thought bees vitals jumped and fell dangerously within his father’s arms.  beeping and buzzing cried throughout every monitor. it took all the color out the medics who forced themselves to bees aid. he was held so tightly in a father’s grieving arms that the bot had practically to be pried.  they couldn’t even pull optimus prime out the room entirely until the scythe had struck. a falling beep would flat line. optics buzzed and flared until ultimately cutting out like a flame . . . all left was a wisp of smoke. the room clattered in voices and demands.  ‘ RESUSCITATE . GET THE PLUGS ! ‘ . there was no room for time wasted. and to hold optimus back was its own challenge. he had to stay back or else. the medics clamored bumblebees frame bringing pulsors to his pitiful engine. close to his spark .

‘  FIRE ‘  bumblebees body jerked upward in one pulse. ‘ no vitals ! ‘

‘ again ! ‘ bumble bees body repeated the motion. a ugly clatter on the table with tossing appendages smacking back.  ‘ no vitals ! ‘

‘  more power, more amps ! AGAIN ! ‘  thrice . . . a week beep made its entrance. temporary relief coming onto everyone.  bumblebees optics would light dimly though everything simply seemed blurry to him. . . he could barely hear . . . he was just so tired. . .

‘  optimus prime. im sorry but you HAVE to go right now we must operate immediately. we will bring him home’

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the world ,  the world . it slipped to blurrs and memories . what was this ? reality or the end ? it was strange how in situations like this the both of them looked one of the same .  pain pulsated through his circuits and all seemed to rally at the base of his throat and under jaw . it throbbed and bit as if teeth we’re pressing on his very engine.  this can’t be it -- this can’t be the end. he had so much to live for. so much things to tell his father .  dad. dad.   oh how he longed for those to be his last words. however, the sounds that came out we’re gurgled and choked on oil . not even panic was able to keep his spark from pulsing as fast it had been prior. every second it was weaker. fading in strength and as was the electricity in his optics . his gaze lulled to the side in the same direction of crushed and dismembered organs .  a once rowdy voice box was crushed not far from here. among it was remnants of a jaw . so torn and ripped not even welding could put it together. even his engine barely held together . the fluids soaking his bolts that trembled to hold together his very integrity . decorative yellow plating now was scattered around like rose petals to his body. liquid  terrorized the bots systems causing them all to shut down down one by one.  it would be mercy if his sensory system shut down to finally stop the agony over his mangled body. oh how he tried to avoid this . where did it all go wrong. . .

this is it, isn’t it, dad ?

@martyrix you have 24 hours tick tock

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haha wouldnt it be fucked if bee lost his scout position because he no longer could speak and communicate info? the enemies knew he was a scout and what scouts do is they talk so they purposely mangled his voice box... n tbh he wasn’t the same since losing his role and was nothing but pent up anger, distress , and isolation [mario yahoo sound]

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now i wait for quinn to write the meta of how op felt when bee almost died and eventually became disabled 

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hello bee gets extremely annoyed  if you speak over him ( his radio sentences ) since he can’t actually speak with the tone he feels. he’ll raise his radio volume till it sounds like disgusting screeching bass boosting til you shut up

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hey my dad wants a boyfriend please give your applications to me

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"Bee", a soft murmur hummed to gather the sparkling's attention and he waits until the babe glances upward. Digits toy with a soft cloth, slowly bringing it to hide Bee's line of sight. "Where did I go , Bee?? Where did I go??" His voice hitches, playful question meant to bring childish delight before he drops the cloth with a bewildered expression of awe. "Oh! Here I am!"

delicate is what he was .  the sight of the youth was nothing else but precious . child like attention had been pleasantly content playing with one of the hand made toys his father often gave him . that  up until a much loved familiar voice cooed his name upward.  soft sing-song like tones shrilled to display his pleasure to his father.  this little one was still too young to speak correctly , but nothing stopped him from trying.  vivid optics looked to the cloth .  ah  ! where did he go ? he can’t see him but he was there ! curious chirps exceeded the sparkling that soon turned into to sing-song whistling .  all these sounds unfamiliar to most mechs-- however his father understood what he was always trying to display. bee took a first tentative movement forward to investigate . more curious then anything . however once the cloth dropped  , ah ! there he was ! a shrilled  chirp lept from him in repeated tones  and delicate servoes reached forward.  all his chirps we’re the beat of his gigglish laughter.  affection brightened the electrics of his optics.   again ! again ! 

@martyrix

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oh. i die

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mute bee is still such a concept idc.. u_u

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by unpopular demand

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happy birthday 2 bee 

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you're cute , son .

i am just the cutest, prettiest, and shiniest EVER.  thanks pops

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uzurpr:

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yeah this house is a nightmare, thats why i sleep in garages

“  you  aren’t  safe  either.  ”

‘    all i do is ---// treat [KRRZT]  you good---  and yet ?   ‘

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if quinn doesnt comment on ONE of my post im unfollowing again