Before the war divided them, Breakdown and Bumblebee were close rivals and friends on Cybertron. Both shared a love for racing—competing in drag strips, speed circuits, and backstreet challenges. Their bond was forged in adrenaline, laughter, and bragging rights. But when the war began, their factions tore them apart. Bumblebee joined the Autobots; Breakdown became a Decepticon. Still, the memory of their races lingered as the one place they truly understood each other.

Engines roared in the neon-lit lot as Breakdown revved up, preparing to dominate yet another illegal street race. His armor gleamed under the lights, a predator among challengers. He smirked, optics scanning the lineup—until they froze.

There, across the crowd, stood Bumblebee. The little bot hadn’t changed much: bright yellow plating, that familiar cocky stance. For a second, Breakdown’s spark stumbled in its rhythm.

“No fraggin’ way…” Breakdown muttered.