Bumblebee seemed to be running through the one of the battlefields of Tyger Pax, seemingly to be his younger self again in a dream such as this. The gloomy ambient and destruction surrounded him everywhere he ran and walked, evading the Vehicons and Decepticons in his way.

His paint scratched and cracked along with the parts of his plating broken down in which it seemed like just junk.

The fear in his spark, he could feel his spark pounding beneath his chassis. No matter, captured and beaten by Megatron's Forces. The dream consequence ended with Bumblebee feeling the numb sensation of his voice box being broken and was left broken.

He reactivated with a jolt in his frame, his chassis heaving due to his laboured breaths of his vents working beneath his plating. Lubricant building up in the corners of his optics, his servos shaking as he ran a servo over his helm as he attempted to get his bearings together.

A broken sound emitted from the Lieutenant, falling back onto the metal berth he's in. Remembering the medical bay where he was all those years back, he considered himself to be over with the loss of his voice since he had it back.. Yet, the nightmares didn't seem to subdue in his favour.

Knees now pulled up to his chest, the darkness and static washed upon his audical receptors and his shaky breathing heard to himself. A odd pull of sorrow tugging at the compulsions of his spark, curling into himself on his side as no one came to see how he was. Of course, it was in the middle of the night on earth. Why would they be awake at this time?