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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN a little after the 14th of November, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 13 (SS) – Week 15 (SS) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Reign

"Primus, I need a break," Smokescreen muttered, wiping the energon away from his mouth. He turned to Megatron, smirking tiredly. "That all you got?"

Megatron snarled and lunged at the smaller bot. Smokescreen gasped, nearly collapsing as the warlord seized one of his doorwings in a vice.

"Do not think you can even hope to challenge me, Autobot," Megatron said harshly, shaking him. "You may have the Matrix of Leadership, but you are no Optimus Prime. You are simply an Autobot lackey who happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Smokescreen scoffed. "Tell me something I don't know."

Recall

There was actually very little Smokescreen could recall from his past. He could remember being handed off to a certain Autobot squad for nurturing - not like he'd received much nurture, seeing as Prowl was the head of said squad - but everything before then was blank. Which was strange considering that he hadn't been all that young when he'd been handed off.

If he thought hard enough about it though, he could recall some small things; a bright light, a vast room, murmurs and occasional shouts, and a smiling voice saying, "...hope indeed. Oh, newspark, you are destined for great things."

Miracle

Smokescreen pulled himself upward, using the restraints holding his arms to his advantage, then dropped his weight sharply. The restraints remained as firm as ever, and another stab of pain jolted through his already aching shoulder joints.

Smokescreen groaned. "Maybe I should change tactics."

The bot hanging beside him scoffed dully. "Give it up, kid. You've been at it for days now. What makes you think you'll make it out now?"

"Beats giving up," Smokescreen retorted. "Like you."

"C'mon, kid... No one's ever escaped from this ship. It'd take a miracle."

"Good thing I'm the kinda guy who's willing to believe in miracles."

Cavity

Smokescreen had come with complaints that his transformations felt 'uncomfortable', a problem that had been ailing him since sometime after escaping Megatron's warship. Ratchet scanned him, and discovered that there was a large cavity in the young bot's torso area. Ratchet was baffled, but he was forming a theory.

"Smokescreen," he said slowly. "When the Omega Key was extracted from your chassis, how did it feel?"

"Why?"

"Answer the question."

Smokescreen shrugged, scowling. "I dunno. Kinda painful, I guess. Like a part of my protoform was being pulled out."

"Well..." Ratchet muttered. "According to these readings, that seems to be essentially what happened."

Little

The sparkling held up the glitch-mouse, grinning proudly. "Can I keep it?"

Prowl's answer was short. "No."

"Please!"

"No, Smokescreen," Prowl repeated firmly. "We have enough of a problem with these pests as it is."

The sparkling's demeanor changed abruptly; his doorwings dropped and his smile fell. "Like me?"

This caught Prowl off guard. "What?"

Panic flashed across the sparkling's face, and he lowered his helm. "Nothing, never mind." He turned away, the glitch-mouse still cradled in his servos. "I'll put 'im outside."

Doorwings miserably limp, the sparkling trudged out the office, leaving Prowl to wonder what had just happened.

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elite-guard-hardygal · 2 years

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So… do I have any followers who were interested in my writing? Cause I’ve made a whole different Tumblr for posting anything I write/make

@hardygalwrites

I did a whole completed whumptober challenge there! I wrote a oneshot for each of my topmost favourite characters!

(Those being Smokescreen from Transformers Prime, Makoto Naegi from Danganronpa, Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia, Yu Narukami from Persona 4, Jonathan Joestar from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, and c!Tubbo from the Dream SMP)

I made gifs and everything and I won’t lie, I’m proud

I also wrote a few original pieces :3

#hardygal rambles #whumptober #whumptober 2021 #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #makoto naegi #izuku midoriya #persona 4 protagonist #yu narukami #souji seta #jonathan joestar #dream smp tubbo #tubbo #hardygal writes stuff

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the-lupine-sojourner · 4 years

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Through These Lupine Eyes of Mine, 2k3 Style [S01 E01] [Season 1] [Eventual OCXOC]

Summary: Join Asami, Lupa, and the other Hamatos through season 1 of the '03 series. Asami will learn more about her forgotten past, face her father's old enemy, make new friends and enemies, and get into all kinds of crazy situations with her unusual family. Capril and later Asami/OC as main couples. For my awesome friend, @elite-guard-hardygal, who hasn't seen the 2003 TMNT...yet. ;) Go check my galfriend out!

I’m also tagging @tmnt-incorrect cus they’re super awesome! Hope you don’t mind! And @cclkestis cus I happened to ramble to them about these OCs and I asked if they wanted to be tagged and they said yes. :)

Finally, a huge thank you to @fluidfoxwritting123 for supporting this series! :D

I know I keep the OCs’ background a mystery beyond the teaser at the beginning, but that's on purpose. All shall be revealed later! Just hang tight! In the meantime, please enjoy!

Speaking of the origin teaser, I did tweak it a bit then went back and tweaked stuff so it should flow even better and it's not in the past tense (if I did it right). Anyway, I'm revamping this story, then I will continue on into new episode insertions!

Last thing I’m going to say is, if you like my writing, please consider buying me a ko-fi, or if you want, you can continuously support me writing this or other stories by joining my Patreon!

I hope you guys like this story!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(Couldn’t find a better ‘title gif’ lol)

The little girl sniffled, tears in her eyes. She was only five years old. And she was alone.

How could she have known that her foster father was a scientist that had such cute animals in his workplace?

Then those scary alarms had gone off, frightening the poor girl so badly that she bolted right out of the building, assuming she was in trouble for sneaking away from her foster father to play with those puppies.

Doesn't matter now...she couldn't go back. Her new father would never want her now. She was a thief, noticing the puppy in her arms only after stopping when she stumbled into the sewers. She didn't know what to do, and was nearly on the verge of panic. She had nowhere to go now. She was alone. And she was scared.

And that was before she heard the van careening down the road.

That van, searching the streets for her no doubt, was the reason she was cowering further into the sewers, clinging to the puppy that she'd accidentally stolen. She hadn't gone as far as she had hoped from her daddy's work...

She then flinches as a jar containing the cutest little turtles fell, but she barely caught it. Then...another canister, this one containing some kind of weird glowing ooze, fell on top of the jar as the young startled girl screams and dives off the platform, landing in the water. In her blind dash, however, she had dropped the turtles, the canister, and the puppy.

When she came up, the turtles, as well as the puppy, were now sitting in a puddle of the ooze and broken glass from the canister and jar the turtles had been in.

She starts climbing back up to get the pets back, only to jump as a rat crawled over her feet. She watches, intrigued and weirded out, as the rat attempted to get the turtles into a can, seeming to eye the puppy warily.

She decides to help the rat, scooping up the puppy and wiping the ooze off of it before wiping her hands off on her shirt and carefully picking the turtles up so the rat could get the ooze of itself, placing them in the can before picking the can up in her free arm. Not sure what else to do, the girl follows the little rat to what looked like a burrow of sorts.

She had then simply curled up on the floor in front of it, sobbing herself to sleep at the drastic turn of events she wouldn't remember, as fate would have it.

Her young scared mind, coupled with a painful mutation overnight, lost much of her memory.

All the girl knew for certain was that her name was Asami, and that she had once been human, even if she couldn't remember much else of her time before the mutation.

She found herself content, however. She had a new family, growing up with them and training in the art of a Kunoichi, the female ninja. Though curious some time to time, she was largely happy to leave things as they were.

She didn't need to know all the gritty details of her past. She was perfectly content with her new family.

=#=#= (15 years later) =#=#=

(1st person Asami's PoV)

Training has gone from fun to boring since my father, Master Splinter, made me start simply watching him train the others. They were getting close to my level, and I hadn't sparred with Sensei in a few days.

I want so badly to test my skill again, but Sensei said there were other lessons for me to learn. I know he's teaching me to teach my siblings, but I felt I already knew what Sensei did like the back of my hand. After all, it's not like Sensei's methods for my siblings were that different than what he did for me, right?

"Remember, to be a true ninja, you must become one with the shadows. Darkness gives the ninjas power, while light reveals the ninja's presence." Sensei explains, holding a lit candle out for my siblings to try and extinguish, by the looks of it. "Now...can you extinguish this flame, without revealing yourselves?" Father asks, flipping the candle from it's position on the tip of his walking stick, to in his hand without letting it go out.

Called it. I smirk, leaning against the wall, out of the way. I was already done with my own training for the day.

Donatello tries the assigned task first by simply leaping over the candle. Or that's what I assume he was trying to do. Regardless, Sensei simply leaned out of the way, leaving poor Don to slide a few feet, colliding with the wall. Ouch...

"Too noisy, Donatello." Sensei admonishes, gazing at his second youngest son with fondness.

I chuckle.

Next was Mikey and Lupa, rushing him at the same time. Again, I smirk. Always acting together, those two. They tried the same thing Donnie had tried, but this time, Sensei stood, and tripped his youngest son and daughter with his legs as they ran past. They collide with Don, letting out a round of grunts and complaints.

Sensei returned the candle to its position right in front of him. "Too clumsy, Michelangelo. Mind your footwork, Lupa."

Raphael is next, simply rushing his master and father, jumping over him, landing with a few small hops.

Sensei stands instantly, looking around cautiously, trying to pinpoint his son's location. Raph tries again, but this time Sensei was ready for him. He stuck out his foot, and within seconds, Raph was tangled in the growing pile of masks, weapons, and limbs in front of the far wall.

"Poor choice, Raphael." Sensei calls sternly. I look up and see Leonardo, already in position above our father.

I smile. He's good.

Leo drops down, katana out and slicing before he hit the ground. He flips, catching the half of the candle he had sliced off on the flat of his blade, blowing it out quickly.

Sensei flicks the light on with his stick to erase the sudden darkness, and Leo can't contain the smirk on his face.

"Well done, Leonardo." Father praises.

"Teacher's pet." Raph growls. Leo still held the half of the candle, which he then threw at Raph, who caught it without looking at it.

"Ninja drop-out." Leo counters. Raph growls and squeezes the candle into a waxy mess in his hand.

I roll my eyes. These two were at it again...

This was a regular occurrence with them, and it was stupid.

"Oooohh!" The younger three of my siblings chuckle as they gather right behind the almost battling pair.

Sensei was quick to put an end to it, however. He thrust his stick between Leo and Raph, earning their attention.

"My sons." he sighs, clutching his forehead in exasperation. "My children, if you are to become true ninjas, you must work harder." That clued us in that this was another lecture, so we assumed kneeling positions in front of our father, me and Lupa at either end of the line. "Your path in life will not be an easy one. The outside world will not be a friendly place for you."

I happen to notice Lupa and Mikey looking at a fly buzzing around them, so I subtly catch Lupa's attention, sending her a glare and shaking my head slightly. Lupa stills, refocusing on Sensei immediately. Mikey, however, kept looking at that insect. "You six are different in ways that the surface world would never understand." Sensei continued, unheeding as of yet the distant student near the end of the line.

Thankfully, Mikey at least tried to pay attention, having been nudged by Lupa. But the fly flew into his line of sight again, causing him to get distracted. Again. "To survive, you must master these skills I teach you. Ninjitsu powers of stealth and secrecy. You must become Kage, shadow warriors. And you must never be discovered by the outside world. " He concludes, as Mikey finally caught the fly, clapping it between his hands.

That did it.

Sensei looks sternly at his youngest son, who quails visibly at being caught under Sensei's direct gaze. Before Sensei could even open his mouth to reprimand his wayward student, however, the ground shakes so violently, chunks of ceiling and wall come loose. We all look around in confusion.

"What is that noise?" Sensei asks above the rumbling of the stones around us.

"W-whoa! Earthquake!" Mikey cries, and Lupa agrees.

"Which sucks, since we're underground!"

Donnie, however, looks thoughtful. "An earthquake in New York, though?" He asks no one in particular. "Possible, but not likely."

"Details, details, Don. Look out!" I exclaim, grabbing his shell and pulling him out of the way of a collapsing piece of either wall or ceiling.

"Sorry, Ami." He mumbles sheepishly, as these tiny, armless, cyclops T-rex-looking robots come crashing through the wall. We all gasp and draw our weapons en masse.

"What are those things?" Leo asks.

"New york city cockroaches?" Mikey quips.

"Heard they've been a problem lately." Lupa adds wryly.

"Focus, you two." I growl, ready to attack.

"Whatever they are, they picked the wrong party to crash!" Raph growls, running forward and slicing the first few ones to come within range.

With that, the fight commenced. I slash, slice, and bash the bots left and right, and that's when I notice the direction that they're trying to head...

Toward Master Splinter, as if that was the only thing they saw.

The shell? Confused, I decide to just keep destroying these things as fast as I could. I then run over to Master Splinter, who is still battling these metal menaces, destroying any I came across.

Leo turns, seeing me and Sensei back to back, combating the frankly overwhelming number of robots. The rest of the group finally catches on, and come to our aid, but even that wasn't enough. They fail to notice a couple of bots chewing out the support beams.

In fact, we all did until it was too late. Before anyone could stop them, the ceiling collapsed, nearly killing me, burying me beneath the rubble.

One chunk hit my head, and I was out like a light.

=#=#=#=#=

I wake slowly, head pounding fit to burst and unable to move. Then, the harsh sound of stone grinding stone reaches my ears, and I am pulled quickly out into the small compartment formed by the rubble surrounding us.

"Are you alright Asami?" Sensei asks, hands still supporting me. I cough the dust out of my lungs before responding.

"Yeah. How about you?" He only has time to nod in response before his shell-cell starts ringing. He pulls it out. I offer to answer it, but Sensei holds up a paw, stopping me.

Shrugging, I lean back against the chunks of concrete behind me. Sensei, not being the most technologically advanced person on the planet, presses a few buttons, asking himself which button you have to press to answer the phone.

I can hear Leo trying to tell Master Sensei that he had already answered it on the other line, but Dad apparently can't hear him.

I just sit here, highly amused and suddenly not willing to ruin this moment. This was just getting good.

"Hello?" Sensei called into the Shell-Cell, either not hearing or ignoring Leo's response of 'Master Splinter? Are you and Asami alright?'

"Yep. Though Sensei seems to have forgotten how to work his Shell-Cell." I call loudly.

"Oh. Uh, could you-ugh. Never mind." Leo's voice comes back as he realizes that Sensei wasn't going to ask for help, or take any that was offered.

He sighs as Dad keeps trying to 'answer' his phone. Finally, Leo ran out of patience with our hilariously technologically-challenged father.

"Master Splinter, you don't have to push any buttons. You already answered it." Somehow, this time Sensei got the message.

"Ah. Leonardo, whatever those mechanical menaces are, they have managed to eat through the support structure of our home. We must leave right away."

I hear shuffling and assume that everyone was gathering around, trying to listen in, so I start looking around, trying to find a way out. The sooner we could regroup, the better.

"Meet us at the old drainage junction on South Point." Master Splinter continues.

"If we take the south conduit, it'll intersect with the old drainage tunnel." Donnie muses, to Leo if I had to guess.

"We'll meet you guys over there, Sensei." Leo replies, relieved now we had a plan, and hangs up.

"Hey, Sensei, I found a way out!" I call from the far end of the hole in the ruble. I had found a small tunnel-like break in the concrete blocks.

We crawled through quickly and stood, dusting ourselves off.

The way to the South Junction was relatively clear. We did have to take a few detours, but we soon found ourselves at the proper junction...

With the boys nowhere in sight. Figures.

We both sigh at the same time.

"I'll go find them." I said, and took off after Sensei's nod of agreement.

I run out into the south junction tunnel, where my siblings should have been. But instead of five mutants walking along toward me, I am greeted with a collapsed tunnel and a sense of foreboding.

Please tell me they didn't go up top! Please, please, please, let them have found another way around somehow, but not up-top!

I think as I sniff around on the other side of the rubble, and find a scent that leads...directly over to the ladder.

Why oh why do they never listen to Dad and I warning them about the surface?

I shake my head and sigh, even as I haul myself up onto the ladder and start climbing.

I find myself on a street, with my brothers standing across the way.

"Imagine their surprise when they open that truck!" Mikey was saying as I sprint over.

"Wait...who's surprise when they open what truck?" I ask, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

Everyone flinches, startled to see me, which was never a good sign.

"Uh.." Leo stutters. "W-when did you get here, sis?"

"Just now. Now answer my question." I retort.

"Oh, Raph hid inside the truck that these thugs were using, right before they took off." Lupa chuckles.

"Oh, okay..." I reply automatically. Then, it hit me. "He did what?!"

"Doesn't matter now." Leo snaps. "This is exactly what Master Splinter was talking about. We've got to get him out of there." Leo orders as we move toward the roof.

"Last one to the roof hatched from a rotten egg!" Don cries as he vaults up.

"Hey!" Me and Lupa call back indignantly.

"Sorry, sisses!" Don replies as I joined him. We all run over to the edge of the roof in time to see a van (the one I had seen pulling away as I came up the ladder), roaring down the street.

"We can cut them off at Third and First!" Leo notes.

I run a quick check, estimating times and leaps already in my head, and come to the following conclusion:

"If we run like crazy!" Me and Don reply together. It would take some serious huffing and puffing, but we should be able to make it.

"Is there any other way to run?" Mikey and Lupa chirp, again in synch.

Leo just stares at them. "You guys have got to stop that!" He cried, even as he turned shell and started running after the truck. Lu and Mikey make this run more of a competition somehow, and gain a little ground on us. Me, Leo, and Don flip extravagantly over a roof, landing in front of the two cocky young mutants.

After a few more roof jumps, and giggles at Lupa and Mikey's attempts at catching back up, we find the pair flat on their butts, Lupa with a bra over her head, and Mikey with a sheet draped over him.

"Springtime fresh!" They cry, sniffing the clothing.

"Come on!" I cry as I run. The pair caught up to us quickly and we continue running, and running, and running.

After what seems like hours of running around, we stop as the truck finally pulls into a parking lot of some abandoned warehouse. We stand on the rooftop surrounding a sort of courtyard, panting. We watch as only one of the four or so thugs was left to guard the truck, the others going inside, joking with each other about the money they'd stolen and their victim.

Now that we weren't outnumbered, we descend to the ground quietly, choosing hiding places carefully.

Lupa kicks a can to get the guard's attention while Mikey runs and grabs a piece of paper.

He then taps the overweight thug on the shoulder. "Hey!" He murmurs, earning the man's complete attention. "This is a no-parking zone." Mikey continues wryly, "Here's your ticket," He holds up that small piece of paper. "and here's your fine!" Mikey finishes, and high-kicks the man's head into the van. We come out oh hiding as Leo congratulates the pair.

"It's a ninja thing." Mikey replies with a grinning Lupa leaning on his shoulder.

I smile at the pair. Like two peas in a pod, you rarely found one without the other. It's adorable.

"Now, let's get Raph out of there." Leo orders, and we all turn to face the truck. I stand nearby, arms crossed, sighing at the stupid turtle trapped inside the van. I then look down, expecting to find a traditional pad-lock keeping the doors closed, but am disappointed with a larger, more high-tech lock.

"Man..." Mikey groans, "Whatever happened to good old-fashioned padlocks?!"

"Yeah..." Lupa mutteres sourly, glaring at the lock like she wants to melt it.

"They went out of fashion." I joke as Don drew two screwdrivers out of his bag and twirls them around, mimicking Raph with his sai effectively.

"Besides, where's the fun in that?" Don asks rhetorically. "This baby's all mine!" Don chuckles smugly, stepping over to the lock, and kneeling down.

I turn toward the doorway the thugs had gone through to keep a lookout as Don works on the lock, grimacing at Raph's muffled cries and grunts as he tried to bust his way out.

Honestly, it was a miracle that no one noticed him...

"What's that Raphael?" Mikey taunts. "I can't hear you." He adds in a sing-song voice.

"I can't either, bro. You gotta use your outside voice!" Lupa giggles into her hand. Raph growled extra loud and gave the door an extra hard hit in impatience.

Mikey takes a step back. "Okay. We heard that."

"Not what I meant by 'outside voice', Raph, but it works! Wonder what made ya think to smash the door again?" Lupa adds, again leaning on her brother's shoulder.

"Dunno. But I think he thought it would work!" Mikey replies happily, and the pair fall about giggling.

"I'm trying to work here." Don grumbles, effectively crushing the humorous atmosphere.

"Oh, come on, Don. You've worked in worse conditions before." I chuckle. Then, all is quiet in the courtyard as Don finally finishes pick-locking the doors.

The lock clicks a few times before opening slowly.

"Hey, Raph!" Mikey cries, Lupa right beside him, their arms out wide as if to receive a hug from the angry red turtle. "Glad to have you back, bro!"

Raph responds with a grunt as he tackles his two annoying siblings, wrestling them to the ground.

Well, Raph was mainly wrestling Mikey, with a worried Lupa attempting to rescue her helpless brother. So far, it wasn't working.

"What a hot-head." Leo sighs, then flinches as the sounds of pain increase.

I sigh and roll my eyes before returning to watching for the thugs.

Hey, waittaminute...where's that fat thug Mikey knocked out? He should still be laying right...uh-oh!

I think to myself, gazing around and seeing the three or more thugs from the van coming out from the warehouse, the fat one last, still rubbing his head ruefully. I back up, and bump into Leo, who then gazes over my shoulder.

"Uh, Raph?" Don called, Mikey and Lupa continuing to cry out as Raph kept up his assault.

"We don't have time for this!" Leo exclaims, drawing his katana as I draw my tomahawks. We back up as the thugs advance. Raph is now holding Mikey against the pillar and is drawing his fist back threateningly. Lupa's grabbing the fist as Raph turns, glaring at Leo.

"And why not?" He asks hotly.

"Because we're not alone." Mikey replies, noticing the thugs. Lupa whirls and draws her double-scythe quickly, getting into a defensive stance before I could blink.

"Look at the freaks!" One thug taunts.

"What's with the dweeby costumes?" Asks another.

"This ain't Halloween." Another notes, laughing.

I narrow my eyes. Isn't it obvious we're not wearing costumes?

"You're going down, freaks!" The apparent leader calls, twirling a staff like this wasn't his first time using it. "Nobody messes with the Purple Dragons, especially wearing stupid animal costumes!" The leader continues.

"Deja-vu, Don." I quip, nodding at the man with the staff. Don just glares at me.

I now notice several other thugs, joining the first four.

I gulp.

This could be bad...this could be very bad. We charge anyway and beat the thugs into a pile with relative ease. Guess Sensei's training really does work!

We then smirk, standing over the thugs and brandishing our weapons.

"Let's get outta here!" The leader cries and all the thugs beat a hasty retreat.

"Gimme some green and brown!" Mikey exclaims happily, holding his hands up to both Lupa and Raph, who high-three-d and four-ed him.

"Well, that was easier than expected." Don notes.

"Yeah..." I agreed. "Crap. We just jinxed it, didn't we?" I add sourly.

"I dunno, sis. I kinda hope there are more of those guys. I was just getting started." Raph growls, twirling his weapons with an almost maniacal grin on his face.

"Uh, well, looks like you got your wish, Raphie-boy!" Mikey replies, pointing to the rooftop.

Then, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled as I look up to find shadowy figures standing where we had been standing not too long ago.

"Eep!" I squeak as the ninjas leap down, much like we had done, and assumed stances we had been reviewing this very evening.

I gulp. "Are those guys...ninjas?" Leo and I ask in synch, as we're quickly and thoroughly surrounded by a wall of black clothing.

"Jynx." I mutter to myself, and resume the stance I had just dropped, gripping my tomahawks in readiness.

"Well, they're certainly ninja-esque!" Mikey retorts wryly.

"Be ready...for anything." Leo orders, leaning back to make sure we heard him.

"I am so gonna enjoy this." Raph growls gleefully.

"Of course you would." I reply, unable to help a quip despite the serious situation.

"Hey! I am, too!" Lupa whines.

I roll my eyes.

Don then vaults over several ninjas, landed in a crouch, and spun their legs out from under them before the ninjas knew what had hit them. He stood as I batted away at my own group. They were down for the count in less than a minute.

Two got past me and charged Don, but they weren't a problem for him. However, the ninjas we had just beaten got up, and resumed fighting. Three or more landed in a semi-circle around Raph, and he was left to dodge their attacks.

"Hey, sweet Dragon Kick. He-he, nice Double Phoenix Punch." Raph said, dodging the very moves he was naming. "Hey, know this one?" He asked, before spin kicking the poor ninjas away.

"Raph, we're here to fight them, not comment on their moves!" I call. "Focus!"

"Sorry, sis. Got carried away." Raph replies, shrugging.

Not far away, Leo was engaging a katana-wielding ninja, knocking him aside and flipping away from the remaining ones. He lands with a slight grimace on the first rooftop ring around the courtyard. I flip up, as well, landing on one of the multiple ninjas that advanced on Leo.

One landed out of my reach, and ran along the wall, slicing at Leo as he passed by. I charge as Leo knocks him back a few feet.

I was by Leo's side in an instant, but was knocked down by a powerful kick almost as soon as I get there. I land harshly in the middle of a small gathering, and flip up instantly, managing to knock a few ninjas out as I land. I was soon overwhelmed, and kicked back into the van, along with Donnie and Mikey.

I rub my rib cage where I had gotten kicked, but stand, ready to continue.

"Don..are we beating them, or are they beating us?" Mikey asks fearfully, and I saw more ninjas appear around us, advancing menacingly. Then they reach into their clothes, drawing out shurikens and throwing them with deadly accuracy.

I gasp, and reached for the van's door handle, wrenching it open and diving inside, even as Don does the same. He also grabs Mikey and hauls him inside, closing the door just before we were impaled. It was stuffy in here, but thankfully we are clear to open the door a few seconds later.

I leap out, and everyone got out with me. Raph, Lupa and Leo join us as the ninjas gather around us, ready to attack.

"Ask me again when we're winning, Mikey." Don replies in as fearful a tone as Mikey had used.

"Yeah...That's what I thought." Mikey mutters, spying the shurikens that had almost had our heads.

"Don...hot-wire this thing!" I murmur to my genius brother, realizing there was no winning this fight if more and more ninjas kept showing up. "We need a ride out of here!"

"How many'a dese goons do we gotta beat before dey got da hint?" Raph asks rhetorically.

"Really." Mikey whined. "They just keep coming."

"Time to switch to plan B." Leo grumbles. He turns to look at the van. "Donatello?"

"Almost there, Leo." Don replies quickly, tapping two wires together, and the van starts up. "This bus now leaving for...anywhere-but-here!" He said as he sits up and closes the driver-side door.

Raph and Lupa still look ready to fight, so Leo and I sheathed our weapons. I grab my sister's mask tails, and Leo grabs Raph's shoulder.

"Come on!" Leo ordered over the sound of the truck before I could utter one syllable. "We're leaving!" Don pressed the gas pedal to the floor, and we leap into the back and close the doors swiftly as the van careens away from the ninjas.

It's a bumpy ride, to put it gently. We're tossed around like rag dolls while trying to stay on the back seats. It wasn't working.

"Nice driving, Don!" Mikey grumbles sarcastically. "For a turtle with no license!"

"Hey, you want pretty? Or you want effective?" Don retorts wryly.

"Would both be too much to ask?" I snap, gripping the edge of my seat as the van continues to bounce. I roll my eyes. I suppose beggars can't be choosers... "Nevermind." I huff, crossing my arms before having to grab hold of something to steady myself. It was no good. I got tossed up and ended up on my butt on the floor of the van.

"I gotta tell yah...this has been one mundo-bizzaro day." Mikey notes as he's bounced about.

"Night, really." Lupa points out wryly.

"Whatever, Lu-Lu." Mikey replies, sticking his tongue playfully at his sister. "Anyway, first there were all those metal things underground, and—what's with all those ninjas?" He asks sullenly, leaning back to try and stabilize himself. "Ninjas in New York City, besides us? It's just not right!"

"There's nothing that prohibits them." I muse, frowning in thought. "What I wanna know is why they attacked us without any apparent reason."

"Talk about not right." Raph growls, picking up one of the many duffel bags. He unzips it to find that it was stuffed with cash. I blink. That was a ton of money. Whoa...that poor victim... "Check this out." He calls, dumping the cash unceremoniously onto the floor.

Mikey and Lupa immediately grab a wad in each hand, gleeful expressions almost maniacal. "Show me the money, baby! Wha—whoo!" They cry joyfully.

I sigh. Immature as always...

I grab the money from the young mutants' hands, stuffing the wads back into the bag with the rest of the stash.

"Hey, Don. Cop alert! Stop real quick so we can give the money back." I call to the front, grabbing the bags as the van slowed to a halt.

"Alright, but we gotta make this quick!" Don replies, looking over the seat at me. "We don't know if those ninjas are following us." He gulps, face slightly drained of color. "Oh, and Sensei's still expecting us."

I blanch a little. Oh, shoot!

"Noted." I reply, and Leo grabbed another couple of bags. Leo rolls his window down.

"Take care of this money, will yah guys?" We call, chucking all the bags out onto the windshield of the cop car.

"Thanks!" I add as Leo rolls the window back up, and Donnie heads toward the rough location of the South Junction. We end up having to go around a building and smashing through a gate in an alley to get back into the sewers, but I felt relief fill me as...

Wait...why are there holes in the ground? What happened? What did I miss? Oh, no... There's bits of those weird metal things all over the ground!

Yikes! I leap out and sprint over to Sensei, hugging him fiercely. I am quickly followed by the rest of my siblings and we basically dog-pile our poor dad.

We let go, smiling, relieved to be back with Sensei in the sewers.

"I am glad to see you, too, my children." Sensei chuckles once he recovered a little from the family hug.

"Sensei, so much has happened." Leo tells him excitedly.

"That's an understatement." Lupa and I reply, giggling. It was quite the adventure.

"Yes, yes. There will be time to tell me all about it later, Leonardo." Sensei replies fondly, smiling at all of us. He knew Leo was usually the one that loved recounting our adventures the most. He always told it so well, it made me sort of jealous, really. "But first, I wish to take you all home." Sensei continues, walking toward one of the holes in the ground. I cock a brow. What did Sensei mean? It took a second for it to sink in. Oh. Sensei...wait...Sensei already found a new home?! How?! What happened while we were gone?!

"Home?" Mikey repeats, confused.

"We got no home. Those robots trashed our pad, remember Sensei?" Raph adds, kicking a metal head away sourly. Sensei just smiles and continues walking.

"Do not worry. I think I have found a solution to our current housing problem." Knew it. "Follow me, children." He calls, leaping down. I frown, but do am I am told.

I end up on my butt on some wild, impromptu slide of a dried tunnel, careening toward the bottom. Leo and Don came tumbling on my heels.

"Not funny Raph!" I hear Mikey scream as he came sliding after Don and Leo. I smile, stumbling as I landed on the floor of a larger sewer tunnel, like the one we used to live in. I then have to leap toward Sensei as the rest of the mutants came crashing into the floor, landing in a pile of limbs, shells, and fur. They one by one extracted themselves, groaning and maddasing mistreated muscles.

I shake my head, smiling. Some things never change.

"Wicked slide!" Mikey chirps, ever the optimist.

"Let's do that again!" Lupa adds.

"No!" Everyone grumbles. Mikey eagerly runs to catch up to Sensei.

"No offense, Sensei, but this place doesn't seem so great." He muses.

"Mikey!" I snap. He cringes, but Sensei walks on, without a sign of being affected by his son's disrespect. "At least Sensei found something! Geez!"

"I mean, I guess it's okay..." He amended. Lupa had caught up by now and she looks about as thrilled about this place as Mikey.

"It's just that...this is exactly like our old house." Lupa explains tentatively, watching Sensei and I's reaction. I roll my eyes, but find Sensei's lack of response a little weird.

"Look with your heart, and not your eyes, you two." Sensei instructs, still smiling.

I frown. Was this our home? Didn't seem like it. It seems like Sensei was waiting until we got to a certain point.

Lupa and Mikey just looked at each other, confusion in their eyes. "Um...okay." They scratch their heads.

"And walk this way." Sensei adds patiently. Mikey then bent over and performed an actually fairly good impression of the way Sensei walks.

I shake my head, chuckling as Don whacks Mikey upside the head with his staff.

"You goofball." Lu-Lu chuckles fondly.

"But you love me anyway." Mikey chirps, leaning on his sister's shoulder.

It was no surprise that she thrust him off almost immediately. "Don't push it."

"Come on, you two." I call, chuckling again.

Soon, we come upon an abandoned...cave-like structure that actually looked a bit like some kinda home or station. It was a circular shape (or is it a pentagon? It's hard to tell) with a second floor that ran around the first with a balcony-like hallway that was easy to flip or climb up onto.

This whole area, sadly, is in pretty bad shape, but it's nothing we can't fix up and make an even better home out of than our last one!

Everyone who doubted Sensei, even internally, was forced to eat their words as they look around the vast space.

"I could really tune this space up." Donnie breaths, looking around in awe and wonder.

I smile, leaning on his shoulder. "You mean we will tune this space up. As a family."

"Yeah!" Lupa cries, squealing excitedly. She starts giggling and running around, looking at every little thing, probably mentally picturing how awesome she wanted this place to look.

Mikey was busy calling various spaces as his own, foolishly assuming those claims would actually stick when all was said and done.

"You see my sons, and daughters, change is good." Splinter calls, a clear sign to gather around him.

"Yeah. If those metal things hadn't busted our old pad, we'd still be living in a dead-end tunnel." I point out, crossing my arms casually.

"Wow, sis. That's actually insightful." Lupa replies, laughing as she leans against my shoulder. "I hadn't thought about it like that."

I scoff playfully. "Naturally." I shove her off and move toward Master Splinter.

Leo rolls his eyes but turns to Master Splinter. "We couldn't agree more, Master Splinter."

Said rat smirks. "Good. So, let's see you children clean up for a change." He orders with fake grumpiness. We groan. "This chamber is filthy! And do not leave Asami to do everything!"

"Not like we do that...anymore, Sensei!" Lupa grumbles as she kicked a piece of cement away moodily.

"Well...besides with the dishes." I snark, moving a pipe aside.

"Those don't count!" Lupa replies, now in a better mood, picking up a larger piece of cement and tossing it toward the way we had come in. I grab another piece and throw it in the same direction.

"Yeah, they do." This back-and-forth ("Yeah, they do!" "No, they don't!") lasted until we had cleaned up a ten-foot radius of the entrance.

Which was only, like, two minutes, tops. We then dropped it and continued cleaning.

Change is good, I muse. We would still be ignorant of the good we could be doing on the surface world if we had never taken that chance, if we had never leaped out of our comfort zone and gone above our known and familiar world. As usual, Sensei was correct.

This will be a great change to make. As a family.

#Fanfiction #OC Insertion Series #OC #Original Character #Original Female Character #TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #TMNT OC #Hamato Clan #Asami Hamato #Lupa Hamato #Through These Lupine Eyes of Mine 2k3

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Originally posted to FFN on around the 3rd of October, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 7 (KO) – Week 9 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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Lord

"So, you are a bot of science as well as medicine."

Knock Out nodded respectfully. "Yes indeed, Lord Megatron. Though I will admit I enjoy disassembly more than reassembly."

"I see. And what of your combat skills?"

"I'm a medic, my Lord, not a field bot. I rely largely on Breakdown for the heavy lifting. However, I do know very well how to hold my own in combat."

"Good. Then I believe you have all the skills I deem necessary."

"I am deeply flattered, Lord Megatron."

"Welcome to my inner circle, Doctor. I trust you will not waste this opportunity."

Saw

"Why rotary saws?"

Knock Out looked up from his datapad. "Come again?"

"Well..." First Aid fidgeted nervously. "You're a medic. Why, out of all the tools you could've had built into you, do you have rotary saws?

Knock Out grinned one of those sly grins that always made First Aid's anxiety skyrocket. "Well, they may not be terribly precise," the medic said, extending his saw. "But they cut faster than any blade and work like a charm, especially in terms of disassembly."

"Ah."

Knock Out raised an optic ridge. "Any thoughts you want to share, nurse?"

"What? No, nothing," First Aid lied.

First Meetings

Knock Out had just finished tending to a bot with a missing arm. Stepping back, he said, "It's only a patch job, but I'm sure there's some bot you can contact who can provide you with a replacement arm."

The bot lifted and lowered the remnants of his arm experimentally, and nodded. "Hey, thanks, doc."

Knock Out froze. Staring at the bot with a narrowed gaze, he asked, "What's your name?"

The bot grinned, a very cocky grin for a bot with a missing arm. "Name's Breakdown, doc."

"Well, Breakdown," Knock Out said with a genuine smile. "You are welcome."

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #you remember that one episode towards the end of season 3 #where ratchet thanked knock out for finding a specific tool #and knock out almost brushed it off before realising he had been thanked #and he responded with a completely genuine 'you're welcome'#cause i think about that moment a lot I freakin love it its such a funny and yet really great character moment #transformers #transformers prime #knock out #tfp knock out #tf first aid #g1 first aid #breakdown #tfp breakdown #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

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Originally posted to FFN a little after the 19th of June, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 44 (KO) – Week 46 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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Not the Same as Wanting to Stay Alive

"Looking at all those blasters, realizing that there may be no way out, all I could think was..." Bumblebee sighed, rubbing the back of his helm. "'...I don't want to die.'"

He glanced at Jazz and sighed again. "I know, it's stupid, but-"

"I never said it was stupid, 'Bee," Jazz responded. "It's a perfectly understandable reaction."

Bumblebee scoffed. "Yeah, for a coward, maybe."

"'Bee you are not a coward. Cowards just wanna stay alive. The bots who wanna do more with their lives? The bots who don't wanna leave their friends behind? They're the ones who don't wanna die."

Not Fair

"...he's just a kid."

"C'mon, Sides," Sunstreaker muttered. "We of all bots know the world doesn't work like that."

"I know, it's just..." Sideswipe sighed. "He's already been through a lot. Then he stumbles into Megatron's capable servos, and it ain't enough he's been tortured, fraghelm had to take his voice too. You gotta feel sorry for the kid."

A beaker shattered against the wall beside the twins. They turned to see Bumblebee, still sitting on the medical berth, glaring furiously at them.

"Bumblebee, I needed...!" Ratchet cut off with a frustrated growl and turned on the twins. "You two, get out! Now!"

Not Always in Arms

Bumblebee whirred, shaking his helm. *We've been doing target practice for awhile now. How about a race?*

Smokescreen looked taken aback. "A... what?"

*A race,* Bumblebee repeated. *You know, a competition? Whoever covers a set course the fastest wins? A race!*

"Yeah, I know what a race is, I just..." Smokescreen shrugged. "I assumed all of you had the 'training, missions, or bust' kinda mentality. Which is fine-"

*Do you want in or not?*

"Slag yeah!" Smokescreen laughed.

*Great! Follow me!* Bumblebee ran from the training room with Smokescreen at his heels. *Two patrols say I beat you?*

"You're on!"

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN on the 3rd of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 46 (BB) – Week 48 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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The Return of MECH

The sound of radio chatter crackled through the woods. Bumblebee froze, before hiding as much as he could among the trees. More chatter sounded not too far away, and Bumblebee took a peek.

He had to hold back a gasp.

His perp was there, unconscious and surrounded by a group of heavily armed, disturbingly familiar humans. The dark uniforms, the advanced weaponry, the military training...

'Scrap, scrap, scrap...!' Bumblebee pulled back as quickly and quietly as he could. 'What're they doing here? I thought they were gone after Silas disappeared!'

He tapped his comm., hissing, "Team, back to base. Now."

Claustrophobia

"You're not claustrophobic, are you?"

What Bumblebee wouldn't give to shake his helm in response. He settled for an annoyed sigh. "No, not yet, anyway."

He tried transforming into bipedal mode again, failed miserably, and groaned. "Primus, and I thought the inverse problem sucked, but this is even worse! What is it about my T-Cog that has everyone going after it?"

"Maybe you're just special," Smokescreen suggested.

Despite being cramped and irritated, Bumblebee couldn't help but chuckle at that. He really appreciated Smokescreen's company and awkward attempts at tactful levity.

"Didn't know being special came with so much grief," Bumblebee said drily.

Partner After Partner

Depth Charge groaned, pinching the area between his optics. "Slaggit. 'Bee, I'm beginning to think you're cursed."

"I just haven't found the right partner, sir."

"Really? What the slag was wrong with this one?"

"He's a hazard," Bumblebee exclaimed. "Even in the most low-risk situations! You can't tell me that's not a problem."

"And what was Twister's problem?"

"She's never sober." Bumblebee shook his helm. "Seriously, we need to get her help."

"Well, what about Shakedown?" Depth Charge snapped. "You can't tell me he wasn't a good cop!"

"Sure he was! And he wasn't gonna be going anywhere with me as his partner."

This is Why I Don't Have Partners

"You have nothing to do," his partner exclaimed confidently. "So what's the harm in living a little?"

"I said I'm not gambling, Taper," Bumblebee said exasperatedly. "Why are you trying so hard to get me to hang out with you? Until now, you've been just fine with- Oh, no..."

"What?"

Bumblebee groaned, refusing to look at his partner. "Taper, please tell me this isn't some ploy to get me to watch your back because your gambling problem has finally got you in trouble."

Taper hesitated briefly before laughing. "What? Why the slag would you think that?"

"Oh, sweet carrier of Primus..."

Yeah, That was a Bad Time

The 'Con had gone straight for the throat and squeezed, possibly looking to pop his helm off. Bumblebee didn't know, but when his throat began to dent under the pressure and his voice box began to crackle, it was as though a switch had been flipped.

Strongarm later reported the arrest to be quick, though painful for everyone involved. Bumblebee had no way of judging for himself. He hadn't been mentally present for most of it. His team had eventually snapped him out of his panic, and it was clear they were concerned and looking for an explanation.

Bumblebee didn't give them one.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #i did not write enough drabbles about bee's time as cop on cybertron but what few i did write i really enjoyed #fyi the twister and shakedown mentioned in 'partner after partner' and taper in 'this is why i dont have partners' are all made up character #i can barely for the life of me discern why i decided depth charge was bumblebee's boss???#all i can guess is that he might be based on his tfa incarnation? i kinda doubt i based him on his beast wars version #anyway with all this said 'yeah that was a bad time' is probably my all time favourite drabble i wrote for bumblebee #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #rid2015 bumblebee #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #i dont wanna tag depth charge... i still have no idea which version he is based on ^-^'#transformers #transformers prime #robots in disguise 2015 #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal makes videos

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN a little after the 12th of December, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 17 (KO) – Week 19 (KO) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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New Pet

It was just a glitch-mouse. A simple, rather insignificant little specimen that had been brought to the medbay to be used as a test subject.

Knock Out had recently become rather attentive to the little thing, allowing no one but himself to take care of it. First Aid had once joked that if he didn't know Knock Out better, he would've said that the doctor was growing fond of the little creature.

Knock Out then pointedly asked him if there was some inventory he ought to be doing, and First Aid knew that that marked a permanent end to the conversation.

Fabulous Bad Guy

Knock Out smirked at the Autobot who'd just entered the cavern. "Ah, finally. I was wondering what was taking you."

"Wait," Smokescreen laughed. "Don't tell me you were actually waiting for me to show up. 'Cause that would just be stupid, even for you."

"Well, I needed someone to witness yet another one of my victories."

"You stuck around to gloat?" Smokescreen scoffed. "Wow, that is stupid. Guess you haven't been watchin' any human films lately."

"Considering how pathetically bad you Autobots are at retrieving Predacon bones, I think my decision is well founded." Knock Out turned to the Vehicons awaiting his command. "Sic him."

Kindred Spirit

"I tried playing with the other kids..." The sparkling paused to suck on his energon treat. "But they're boring, and they don't like playing any of the games I do. Can I have another one?"

"I don't think so." Knock Out moved the bowl of energon treats out of reach.

The sparkling rolled his optics. "Why not?"

"As a doctor that would just be plain irresponsible of me, as dull and grown-up that may sound. Also..." Knock Out dusted off the sparkling's shoulder. "...Take it from a grown-up, if you're going to have an impeccable finish, you must have impeccable denta to match."

"Fine."

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #ill pretty much just say what i said in the a/n for this chapter/week all those years ago #i just find the idea of knock out basically just being a bad guy from an action/adventure movie too funny and perfect #also hey theres sparkling rid2015 sideswipe in the last featured drabble :]#transformers #transformers prime #knock out #tfp knock out #tf first aid #g1 first aid #smokescreen #tfp smokescreen #sideswipe #rid2015 sideswipe #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN a little after the 24th of October, 2016

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 10 (BB) – Week 12 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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Sparklings!

Bumblebee groaned as a sparkling Strongarm started screaming angrily, a sparkling Sideswipe having snatched her plaything (some scrapyard knicknack) from her. Before Bumblebee could intervene, something sharp clamped down on his pede.

"Ow!" Bumblebee glared down. "Grimlock!"

The sparkling Dinobot removed his jaws from Bumblebee's pede, grinning proudly. "I damag-ed you! Now you have to go to the damag-ed fixer!"

"Grimlock, I- Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea." Maybe Fixit had made some progress in coming up with a cure. Primus, Bumblebee sure hoped so, cause he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

Un-limpid

Bumblebee had always been a bright mech, and a lot of that brightness showed in his optics, clear and unclouded.

Such was not the case after Tyger Pax.

Ratchet could still remember the look in Bumblebee's optics when he was informed of his permanently damaged voice box. The brightness died, replaced by a dull hopelessness.

It didn't remain that way forever. It took awhile, but Bumblebee's optics eventually cleared themselves of that hopelessness. The brightness returned. But his optics never quite looked the same. Darkness still lurked there, tainting the bright exterior.

And like Bumblebee's voice box, Ratchet knew he could never repair it.

Do Your Worst

A clawed servo grasped his doorwing and turned him onto his back. Bumblebee let out a buzz of pain as the claws dug cruelly into his shoulder.

"Are you ready to talk like a good Autobot?" Starscream asked, a mocking sneer on his faceplates. "If you aren't, that's just fine. I am fully prepared to inflict my worst."

*Fine!* Bumblebee spat. *Go ahead! Megatron already did his worst. And let me tell you, Screamer, anything you have planned is nothing compared to what he's already done to me. So go ahead... Do your worst. 'Cause compared to Megatron, you don't scare me in the slightest.*

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN on the 8th of August, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 52 (Misc.) – END

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Note: This drabble was partially inspired by the video Transformers Prime AMV: On Top of the World by RintinDestiny. The AMV is over eight years old, and if you are a Transformers Prime fan, it is very likely you have already seen it. But on the off chance you haven’t, you should totally check it out - even after all these years, it never fails to make me giddy and encapsulate a lot about what I love about this show and even this franchise.

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On Top of the World

"We made it." Bumblebee laughed - a short but genuine laugh. "Primus. How 'bout that?"

Smokescreen also laughed as he slowly sat himself down. "Now that... That was epic."

Knock Out joined Smokescreen with a small scoff. "I admit... I do feel a bond of trust has been built following this adventure. And slaggit if I hope to never re-live it."

"I'm kinda with you on that one," Bumblebee chuckled, sitting down alongside him.

"Yeah, I think we all could do with some rest," Smokescreen agreed.

The three bots hummed in agreement and watched as the sun set on their reborn planet.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #there it is the very last drabble i wrote for this challenge #i have FINALLY finished archiving this ol' fanfic :3 #now i can finally go into 2023 posting things besides old transformers content #im still glad i did this though it was very nostalgic and i still really am proud of this entire challenge after all this time #anyway back to posting other content with month long gaps :]#tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp knock out #knock out #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee #transformers prime #transformers #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN on the 31st of July, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 50 (Misc.) – Week 52 (Misc.) →

you would not believe how little these two actually show up on screen at the same time . . .

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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But You're Not

It frustrated Ratchet when bots came to him saying Bumblebee wasn't acting like himself. Did they really expect him to just bounce back after what had happened to him? No bot could just bounce back from something like that! Some bots just hid their trauma better than others, and Bumblebee, for all his field experience, had never been through something that required him to learn that skill.

'Until now,' Ratchet thought sadly.

He may have been born into this war, but Bumblebee was still a youngling.

'Well... not anymore.'

Ratchet watched as Bumblebee angrily pushed a concerned comrade aside. *I said I'm fine!*

Few is Better than None

Bumblebee nudged his teammate. "C'mon, Smokescreen, what's wrong?"

Smokescreen sighed. "I don't wanna sound childish or anything, but honestly, I'm kinda jealous of you guys. Everyone who's come home so far either knows or recognizes at least one of you as friends, or even heroes. And I know, I know - reputation, being known, that's not important - but still! That's something I've wanted for as long as I can remember, and I can't help but feel... kinda disappointed I wasn't able to get there."

"...Well... At least we know you. And personally, I'm glad we do. That's gotta count for something."

"Heh. Thanks, 'Bee."

War Stops For No Age

Bumblebee was a fine soldier. Inexperienced, a little overenthusiastic, and sometimes even naïve, but he still had the makings of a warrior. That didn't stop his comrades from teasing him and treating him like the little brother he was (much to Bumblebee's vocal indigence). Because though Bumblebee's comrades certainly respected him as a fellow Autobot and soldier, they were also aware that Bumblebee was still a kid. It was all they could do to ensure he kept that youthful enthusiasm for as long as possible.

Because in the end, war doesn't care who you are. If they didn't care, no else would.

Who is to Say What is Dark?

"You are not me," the other bot drawled. "I wouldn't be caught dead with my finish in that state."

Knock Out scoffed. The bot looked just like him, barring the paint color, state of the finish, and general demeanor. Honestly, did this bot get any medical work done with the amount of time clearly dedicated to that spectacularly pristine, red finish?

"Perhaps you're a clone," the other bot mused, again with that unnecessary drawl. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I do a little... examination?" He brought out a buzzsaw.

Knock Out sighed. Figures his counterpart in this world would be a maniac.

You Just Made a Big Mistake

The 'Cons outnumbered him significantly, he wasn't exactly in peak physical condition, and he had absolutely no one to back him up. Bumblebee wasn't discouraged, though. No, he was angry.

It wasn't often Bumblebee got angry. Frustrated and annoyed maybe, but not angry. But these 'Cons seemed determined to get a rise out of the young leader. And considering what they’d done, Bumblebee acknowledged that they had succeeded.

"I don't know what you want," Bumblebee said, vocals dangerously low. "I don't know if this is part of some overcomplicated scheme, or what. And right now, I don't care. Give me back my team."

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #i swear i did not want to phone in the screenshot banner for this post but oh my word tunnel vision is one of the only episodes #in which bee and KO share a decent amount of time on screen and they are fighting throughout most of it #meaning that the screenshots only really came out as blurry or pixelly messes so yeah youre gonna have to take the edited banner sorry :[#anyway with all of that said... 'who is to say what is dark' is a shattered glass drabble written from the pov of sg!knock out and i love it #and hey in regards to 'you just made a big mistake' i just like it when bee gets pissed off its pretty interesting #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee #tfp smokescreen #smokescreen #tfp knock out #knock out #transformers #transformers prime #transformers shattered glass #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN around the 26th of June, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 45 (BB) – Week 47 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

—

Deadline

"This report is a day late."

Bumblebee shrugged. "I've been busy cleaning up the rec. room, like you ordered. I worked really hard, if that means anything."

Prowl scoffed. "Well, now you can work really hard on cleaning the energon tanks."

"What?"

"Bumblebee, the late report and insistently nonchalant attitude just goes to show you don't regret anything, so until you at least act as though you're trying to be a proper soldier, I can't let this insubordination go unpunished."

"It was a prank!"

"Conversation over. Get out of my office."

Bumblebee groaned. "You suck, Prowl."

"So I've been told. Get out."

Forgotten Absence

Bulkhead rubbed the back of his helm. "It's not really my kind of music, but hey, if it makes you happy, I won't stop you."

Bumblebee nudged the large bot with a look of mock indigence. *Hey, it's good music! Jazz would agree with me!*

He faltered and his doorwings wilted. Bulkhead quickly placed an encouraging servo on Bumblebee’s shoulder.

"Hey, kid,” he said. "I'm sure Jazz and the others got Optimus's message. They'll be here in no time, and we can spend all night debating about music."

*Yeah.* A little brighter, Bumblebee nudged his comrade again. *I'd totally win, though.*

Going Mental

"Well, according to my scans, there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with you, physically or mentally." Ratchet frowned thoughtfully. "And you say this is nothing like the way it was before? With Megatron?"

Bumblebee shook his helm as he stepped out of the scanner. "No, it's just voices, blank spots in my memory banks, and small processor-aches, but it feels nothing like it was when Megatron was in there."

"But you're afraid it may be something akin to that situation," Ratchet surmised.

"Well, yeah." Bumblebee rubbed the back of his helm. "I mean, it's either that or I'm going crazy, right?"

Random Singing Party for No Reason!

It started small. Russell was channel surfing and started singing some pop song under his breath. Denny passed by, heard the song, and started singing along with his son. Grimlock caught on next, singing along at the top of his vocals, with Sideswipe coming in not long after. Soon, Bumblebee could hear almost his entire team practically shouting the song from the other side of the scrapyard.

It didn't stop at one song, either - someone would always jump in with another song, and the others would follow suit. It was, strangely enough, extremely enjoyable ambiance, and Bumblebee smiled as he continued cataloging artifacts.

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN a little after 29th of May, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 41 (KO) – Week 43 (KO) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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Subconscious

Everything was black in every direction. The only things Knock Out could see were the two bots accompanying him. "It's a blank landscape, essentially. It won't be blank for long, though."

"Is any of this comparable to what you have experienced with the patch?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"No," Bumblebee said uncertainly.

Knock Out shook his helm. "Again, the similarities between this machine and the patch are rudimentary at best. This machine can examine everything down to our subconscious, things that we ourselves might not even be aware of."

He smirked. "I sure hope neither of you are afraid of your own minds."

Repair Bay

The arena master turned to Knock Out as Arcee was led away. "Thank you, doctor."

"Anything to help Arcee continue in sending your bots to my medbay," the medic replied.

"Yes, in that way, she is one of my favorites. One of the few Autobots willing to behave as any warrior should in the arena."

"Well, it's fortunate you need my medical expertise, or you'd have one more bot to add to your list of favorites," Knock Out said smoothly. "Just inform your 'warriors' that I'm capable of reattaching any severed limbs, so long as you don't happen to misplace any of them."

Somewhat Concerned

"I'll admit, I was rather... concerned when I heard what had happened, especially when Lord Megatron refused to launch a rescue mission." Knock Out turned on his partner, exasperated. "But humans, Breakdown, really?"

"I screwed up big time, and this..." Breakdown tapped at his empty optic socket. "...is gonna remind me not to screw up again."

Knock Out sighed, and nodded. "Well, the important thing is you escaped, and no doubt those humans are now nothing more than stains on the ground. Not like I would expect anything less of you."

"'Course not. It'll take a lot more to put me outta commission."

Wallowing

First Aid muttered agitatedly as Knock Out scanned the patient. "I didn't mean to hurt him... I mean, I was just trying to make him stand down."

"Well, you certainly did that," Knock Out said. "He's not exactly comatose, but he won't be waking up any time soon either. I must say, I'm impressed, an idealistic pacifist like you taking out a comparatively large threat like this."

The nurse pressed a servo against his helm. "I... I didn't think it would... I didn't want to..."

"First Aid, please, if you must wallow in self-pity, could you please wallow somewhere else?"

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"I know you guys aren't exactly thrilled to be having someone like me hanging around. And I get it. I understand, believe me, I do. But... I believe this city has way bigger problems than a group of edgerunners who stole an already stolen AV from one of the most violent gangs currently around." "We didn't steal anything." "Heh, right, of course, I forgot. Allegedly stole, then. ...Look, I just... All I really want is to keep the people of this city as safe as possible. Call me crazy, call me naive, I probably am. But I'm still gonna try, and that's my main goal. So as long as you guys don't go, like, carpet bombing random buildings, I think we'll work just fine."

Background time! The GM who runs the Cyberpunk RED game in which I play Fiver, my Fixer, also runs another Cyberpunk RED game that takes place at the same time in universe, and soooo seeing as it actually didn't affect my schedule at all, I joined that game as well!

Thus was born (Officer) Washington Winters, a rookie Lawman for the Night City Police. It could be argued that he's way too pretty to be a cop, and he would laugh and wink and agree that he has far more beauty than brains. But behind that pretty face and charming demeanour is a young man who does earnestly want to keep people safe.

Lord knows he never feels safe

Also, he has two kid sisters, and admittedly probably one of the darkest backstories I've ever conceputalised for a character ^-^'

The BIGGEST of thank yous goes to @andengeu for bringing my latest son to life! They seriously perfectly captured Wash's build, look, and gentle demeanour, I love it so much. Go and support the artist!

#character art #commissioned art #andengeu #cyberpunk #cyberpunk red #cyberpunk character #cyberpunk lawman #original character #sci fi #futuristic setting #HardyGal TTRPG Characters #HardyGal OC Washington Winters #HardyGal writes stuff #hardygal writes original content #original writing #original fiction #just dialogue

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN on the 1st of May, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 37 (SS) – Week 39 (SS) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

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Witness

The trainees pushed and shoved each other in an effort to see what was happening, exclaiming in shock and disbelief.

"What's going on?" Smokescreen managed to push himself to the front of the group, and he looked up. "Woah."

A bright star streaked through the sky. Even in their confusion, the group was strangely hushed as they all watched it rise higher and higher. Soon, the star was a barely visible speck in the dark sky. The ground gently shook beneath their pedes, drawing more confused exclamations from the trainees.

Smokescreen, strangely enough, found himself at a loss for words...

I Believe I'm in Need of Medical Attention

He was holding an energon stained knife. Pretty much all of the energon was his. He glared at the bot held against the wall, prepared to change that.

The door crashed open. He didn't really pay any attention. He just wanted to pay back every minute of agony he had-

"Smokescreen!" Ultra Magnus said firmly.

Smokescreen blinked. He stepped back, dropping the knife, and Moniker fell to the ground. Ultra Magnus and a team of bots stood out of the corner of his optic.

"...Hey, chief." Forcefully steady, Smokescreen checked his clock; three hours, forty-one minutes. "You're a... bit off schedule."

Level Up

"Yeah, the Elite Guard. That's... Wow."

Smokescreen's doorwings lowered. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy for me."

"I am!" Bluestreak exclaimed. "I mean, the Elite Guard! That's really impressive! But... you've already been part of the squad this long. I guess I was hoping that Prowler'd be the one to toughen you up. It certainly makes family reunions easier."

Smokescreen laughed, but it wasn't entirely sincere. "Yeah, I was kinda hopin' that too. But c'mon, Blue, this is the Elite Guard! The best of the best! With them, I'll finally get the training I need to actually do something in this war!"

Hailing from Nowhere

An otherworldly shriek sounded from the end of the hall. Smokescreen paused, doorwings dipping instinctively.

The arena master laughed. "Scared, Praxian?"

Smokescreen scoffed, doorwings stiffening. "In your dreams, pal." He resumed his weapons check. "And I'm not Praxian."

"Indeed. Then where is it you hail from, youngling?"

"Slag if I know. There wasn't much to hail from by the time I came 'round."

"Interesting. A no one hailing from nowhere."

"If that's how you wanna view it, old timer, fine." Smokescreen finished his weapons check and activated his cannons. "But this no one's gonna kick your aft when he gets outta here."

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN on the 17th of April, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 35 (BB) – Week 37 (SS) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

—

All My Fault

The sparkeater nightmares from his sparklinghood were still fresh. The events of Tyger Pax and the subsequent nightmares weren't easily forgotten either. Recently, a new wave of nightmares had been coming for him. He supposed these particular nightmares were an inevitable part of becoming a leader, but they hit a little too close to home.

He would be with his team, and things would quickly descend into madness. One by one, his entire team would fall despite his best efforts to protect them, until he was left alone with the knowledge that it's all his fault, all his fault, all his fault...

Nervous

"Bumblebee, you scout ahead and see what we're up against."

"You got it."

"Recon only, all right? And be careful!"

"Relax, I'll be fine!"

Bumblebee was starting to reconsider that stance as he wandered about the very abandoned looking building. Under any other circumstance, Bumblebee would've felt secure enough to essentially throw stealth to the wind. But there was something about the dead silence and utter darkness that had him keeping to the walls.

"Don't be so paranoid," Bumblebee muttered, turning a corner. "Keep it-"

His headlights illuminated several Decepticon corpses, strewn about the hallway, grey and lifeless.

"Oh... good..."

Better to be Happy

Today, Ratchet had suggested some form of speech therapy to help him get used to the new voice box. Bumblebee had only nodded in response, before leaving to aimlessly wander the halls once again.

Later, a nervous Sideswipe asked 'Bee if maybe he wanted to play capture-the-flag later. Bumblebee wanted to refuse with some cutting remark. He also wanted to accept with an enthusiastic exclamation. He could not muster enough emotion to care about doing either of those. Ultimately, Bumblebee forced a smile and nodded.

Sideswipe lit up. "Great! See you soon!"

As soon as Sideswipe turned away, Bumblebee's smile disappeared.

#posting from THE ARCHIVES #365 drabbles challenge #*claps* more leadership angst from bumblebee it was one of my favourite things to write in general and that remains the case today lol #and also throw in some pre-tyger pax fun and post-tyger pax angst in there for good measure of course #fun fact the title 'better to be happy' comes from a poem i had to memorise for my theatre/drama classes at the time i had been writing #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #rid2015 bumblebee #sideswipe #wfc sideswipe #transformers #robots in disguise 2015 #transformers war for cybertron #transformers prime #fanfiction #transformers fanfiction #HardyGal writes stuff #HardyGal writes fanfiction

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hardygalwrites · 1 year

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Originally posted to FFN around the 2nd of January, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 20 (KO) – Week 22 (BB) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Note: Here is where some Bumblebee drabbles may get a tad confusing, as some of them are set during the war on Cybertron and thus feature the WFC version of Sideswipe. Just know that in my headcanon, more than one bot can have the same name. Thus WFC Sideswipe and RiD2015 Sideswipe exist in the same universe, but are just two different bots with the same name.

—

This Isn't Over!

Bumblebee had been feeling uneasy all week, and sleep hadn't been coming easy. Frustrated and tired, he decided to go for a short drive. He didn't get far; the uneasiness that had been plaguing him all week attacked in full force, and he transformed, reaching slowly for his Hunter.

Then, he stopped himself. 'Ugh, don't be so paranoid. Nothing's out there.'

"Hello, Bumblebee," said a familiar voice.

He froze. "No..."

"I told you this wasn't over."

Bumblebee spun around, just in time to see a pair of yellow eyes glaring at him from the darkness before they leapt at him.

Versus

"Slag." Bluestreak lowered his rifle. "Sunstreaker's watching the flag."

"We need a diversion," Sideswipe muttered. "'Bee, make yourself a target."

"What?" the youngest Autobot exclaimed. "Why me?"

"You're loud, you're noticeable, and you 'killed' Jazz. If we could stand to lose anyone, it would be you."

"I'm sorry, I'm just not that great a shot!"

"Add that to the list of reasons we could stand to lose you."

"I'm not gonna give myself up to Suntreaker!" Bumblebee hissed. "He takes the game way too seriously!"

"Yeah, me too."

"Who died and made you leader, anyway?"

"Jazz. After you 'killed' him. Now get out there!"

Survivor

"A fight. Hand to hand combat, just you and me. If you win, then I'll let your friends go." The warrior indicated towards Grimlock and Strongarm's unconscious forms. "If I win, well..." He shrugged, chuckling. "I'm sure you've read my rap sheet. Use your imagination."

Bumblebee lowered his weapon. "Deal."

"So eager! I admire that." His opponent loosened his joints confidently. "I should warn you though, I was a gladiator - a survivor of the Pits of Kaon. Consider that."

"And I've faced a few gladiators in my time. So far, I'm still standing." Bumblebee raised his fists readily. "Consider that."

Dilemma

"You're old enough. Remember the War?"

Bumblebee's optics flickered to the bot's armed blaster as he replied. "Yes, I remember."

"Then you know how brutal the 'Cons are. How much those slaggers just love bringing destruction and misery wherever they go." The bot approached Bumblebee, optics pleading for him to understand. "You know why I'm doing what I'm doing!"

Bumblebee vented deeply. "I of all bots know how... brutal the Decepticons can be. But the War is over. And Primus, I know that doesn't make anything that happened better, but we can't go around killing other bots because of it. Not anymore."

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