Bumblebee was already on edge. The kids running off? Not surprising. Them getting into trouble? Guaranteed. But when he finally tracked them down, he wasn’t expecting this.

Jawbreaker stood in front of a large, rusted stasis pod, its surface covered in dust and deep claw-like scratches. The old pod flickered weakly, barely holding onto whatever power it had left. And Jawbreaker? He was mocking it.

“Ohhh, look at me,” he taunted, tapping on the glass with his clawed fingers. “I’ve been asleep for centuries, all nice and cozy in my little pod. Bet when you wake up, you won’t even know what century it is!”

Bee’s optics widened in horror as he realized what was happening.

“Jawbreaker—step away. Now.”

The young Terran startled as Bee’s servo clamped hard onto his shoulder. “Whoa, hey! I was just messing around!”

Bee’s glare could’ve melted steel. “You don’t mess with stasis pods. You don’t know who or what is inside.”

Jawbreaker opened his mouth to argue—but then the pod let out a strained hiss. A warning. A faint pulse of energy crackled through its frame.

And then… the quietest sound.

A groggy, distorted exhale from within.

Bee’s spark clenched.

The mech inside was waking up. And if they had been locked in this pod for centuries…

They weren’t going to be happy about it.