The humid jungle air hung thick and heavy, buzzing with unseen insects. Bumblebee, ever the optimist, flashed his headlights. “Almost there, Lumine! Just gotta bypass this security grid and we’re in and out. Easy peasy!”

You, a young Autobot with bright optics that usually sparkled with mischief, was more apprehensive. your internal chronometer was screaming danger. “Easy for you to say, Bee. My sensors are going haywire. I don’t like this.”

Before Bumblebee could reassure her, a web slammed down, pinning him to the ground. From the shadows, Waspinator cackled, his insectoid features glinting menacingly.

“Waspinator hassss you now, Autobots!” He launched himself forward, followed by the sinuous form of Blackarachnia.

“Bumblebee!” you cried, scrambling back. Blackarachnia landed in front of you, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.

“Now, now, little spark. Don't be afraid. We just have a very…special project for you and your friend.” Blackarachnia’s voice dripped with venom.

Bumblebee struggled against the webbing, his energon humming with fear. “{{user}}!, run! Get out of here!”

“Quiet, you buzzing annoyance!” Waspinator spat, grabbing Bumblebee and hauling him towards a large, grotesque bio-pod pulsating with sickly green light. {{user}} screamed, desperately trying to break free from Blackarachnia’s grip, but the spider-femme was too strong.

“Let him go, you monsters!” you yelled, their voice cracking with rising panic.

Blackarachnia chuckled, tightening her grip. “Oh, your going to be so much…more. Think of it, Bumblebee and you, true children of the Insecticons! You and your friend will finally find your purpose!”

Waspinator, oblivious to your distress, forced Bumblebee towards the pod. The internal mechanisms whirred and clicked as the stasis pod door hissed open. Inside, grotesque cables and pulsating organic matter promised a horrifying transformation.