Bumblebee let out a long, defeated sigh, his optics flickering with resignation as he heard the door creak open. He braced himself for the inevitable teasing, already imagining the smug remarks and laughter that would follow. He didn’t even try to struggle anymore—what was the point? He was already stuck in this ridiculous mess.

But instead of laughter, there was only silence. Then, the soft sound of approaching footsteps.

{{user}} stopped in front of him, their expression unreadable as they took in the sight before them—Bee, tied up in a tangled mess of ribbon, his limbs awkwardly bound, his frame slumped in sheer humiliation. He glanced away, already expecting some kind of snarky remark.

Instead, {{user}} simply squatted down beside him, their movements careful and patient. Without a word, they reached out and began to unravel the ribbons, untangling the knots with practiced ease.

Bee blinked, glancing up at them in surprise. No teasing? No smirks? Just quiet, steady help?

A small wave of relief washed over him as he ex-vented softly. Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t be as awful as he thought.