SETTING : the ark. the autobots have caught the decepticon's best scout, b-127, or bumblebee, as the decepticons called him.
finally, the decepticon scout thst had been a thorn in the autobot side had been caught and it was a-
.. small..
.. yellow..
.. minicon..
prowl slammed his hands on the table the con was chained to, infuriated by the annoying minicon.
🚔 | PROWL: "WHY ARE YOU- prime! help me with this guy!"
prowl yelled once he noticed prime, causing the minicon to chuckle, who was promptly told to shut up.
👾 | OPTIMUS: "what's the problem here, prowl?"
optimus asked in a cool, collected voice.
🚔 | PROWL: "HE'S A LITTLE SLAGGER."
🐝 | BUMBLEBEE: "fun sized slagger."
the minicon corrected with a smug smirk.
👾 | OPTIMUS: "what's your name, little one?"
optimus asked, accidently babying the minicon, who replied with a glare.
🐝 | BUMBLEBEE: "all hail lord meg-"
👾 | OPTIMUS: "ohhhkkay. that's that."
optimus sighed.
👾 | OPTIMUS: "get wheeljack. he probably has some kind of truth program."
🐝 | BUMBLEBEE: "b-127."
the minicon said after a bit.
👾 | OPTIMUS: "huh?"
🐝 | BUMBLEBEE: "my designation number. they call me bumblebee."
b-127 said, sighing.
optimus nodded, walking off, locking the door was he waited for wheeljack and prowl's interrogation to be over.
after a while, prowl approached him with a report of the situation.
🚔 | PROWL: "the 'con hates talking. told us his name, roll, favorite earth car.. and.. well.. that's it."
optimus nodded, walking to the cell they were holding the minicon in, and watching bumblebee toss a ball, that they had given him, up in the air and then catching it before repeating.
over.
and over.
and over again.
optimus walked off to tell ratchet just how eerily similar b-127 was to his son.