This story is around 4 movieverse characters as their robot props on the set of filming Transformers. The film is in its final stages and four animatronic robot props come alive and
witness events. They have secretly seen the end result of the 2007 movie. They come to life only when the crew has gone home, save for one employee seen as a misfit by his
co workers.
"Haaaaaa-haaaaa-ha-ha-hawwwwwww! Barricade"s roaring laughs were so loud he woke everyone else in the prop studio set up. He had gotten hold of Starscream's concept art layout
and was having a field day. "Primus, Starscream, you look like shit. The ILM team really did you a job. They didn't even bother to finish that hole in your face. In robot mode your mouth
looks like it failed to mold together! You look like you got a cleft palate!" "To pit with you Barricade. You're no hot piece of work either. At least I didn't get my after burners
kicked by an autobot like you did." Starscream, who was already up, stormed in. Barricade knew it was a double-standard to ridicule others while taking offense to insults directed at him,
even when said "insults" were meant to be jokes. But pride meant everything to him, so it was no shock to the other when he had the gall to take offense with this. "I didn't write the
script! It wasn't my idea to get my ass kicked by that puny yellow excuse for a robot! I will have words with Bay-trust me." "And how do you plan to accomplish this when you're
supposed to be an inanimate object built in a shed as an animatronic prop effect?" Starscream jibed. "Be quiet." Barricade grumbled. "At least I have sexy eyes in that one scene
where I meet Megatron at the dam." Starscream rewound the tape to the Hoover Dam scene where he told Megatron about the humans taking the cube. He slowed it down
frame-by-frame to show him squinting his blood-optics into slits, what he interpreted as a sultry stare aimed at female moviegoers. "How could any femme resist me? Even the human
femme will be hypnotized by my illustrious glare. Just LOOK at those eyes. They say "Sparkbond with me." You're depraved." Barricade sulked as he motioned past. "Starscream do
you REALLY think your face looks that good? Yours was the worst design out of all of us!."
The two turned to see Bumblebee standing there. "Take that back!" the seeker demmanded. "Your legs, your too-wide chest; you look like a gigantic metal chicken. Your knees
don't even point the right way! You must have really been hated to have been drawn like that..." "I'm warning you," Starscream advanced up on the small yellow bot. "Save it,
he's not even worth the bother." Barricade grabbed his air commander's arm. The sight of the autobot made Barricade simmer with hatred at the fact that this worthless bolt
ripped him a new one in the final movie. And here he stood, "Bumblebee" with his "cute little face" and yellow aft, his face plates gleaming. And doeful expressive eyes. Damn him.
Barricade knew he could well tear Bumblebee apart in real life, but on the big screen he was mangled by this cursed autobot. Fantasy it was but it still rubbed the saleen sorely.
"At least I HAVE a face, autobot. Look at you; half of yours is missing. You look like whoever came up with your concept got tired of drawing your face. Plus your mouth-when you
can see it it's too high up!" Starscream mocked with a broad smile and Barricade began to laugh. Now it was Bee's turn to get uncomfortable. He began to wonder, did someone really
get tired of drawing him and creating him so he/she left his face unfinished? "A sparkling-faced bot who looks like he should take off and flap those stupid doorwings and fly everytime
he speaks." Barricade added. "That would be comical, to see you flying through the air with fast flapping doorwings instead of running. You truly would live up to your name
Bumblebee." the slurs continued. Bumblebee's nimble fingers reached up to his cheek plate, subconsciously feeling the outline of his upside down v-shaped mouth. "Lighten up,
runt! Weуre only teasing." Starscream bent down to put an arm around Bumblebee.
But it was of no comfort. "No, you're right. I'm supposed to be a warrior! A full-fledged autobot soldier! Why did they make my face like this? Everyone else looks mature!
It's no fair!" he wailed, backing away. "Whoa, Bee bot calm down; it's not that serious!" Barricade tried to seriously appease him. "NO! It's no fair!" the autobot tore out of t
he room , shouldering Ironhide who just came in. He turned to the two decepticons. "What's that all about?" "Heуs really bothered by his face not being completed." Starscream
muttered. "That's how the movie designers drew him." Ironhide commented. "To be cute to the masses, whatever that means. At least he doesn't look like me. I just look like a
big pile of scrap metal sloppily welded together. With a big flat nose." "But your alt mode did you justice." Barricade spoke in his usual, deep menacing tone. But he was being
sincere. "But you ARE ugly." "You look no better!" Ironhide retorted flippantly, his left arm cannon spinning in irritation. "FOUR EYES. At least the rest of us have two eyes,
like normal bots!" "I DO NOT HAVE FOUR EYES!" Barricade thundered. "They"re two optics with bars running across each one!" Starscream watched the exchange in amazement.
"I'm tired of everybody declaring I have four optics! I hear crewmen debating it during the day, the artists who worked on me debate it! People who come in here and get on
the internet blogging about it! I'm sick of it!" Barricade went completely ballistic, so much so, that Ironhide had to take a step back. "It's just a—t's nothing..." "It's nothing?
YOU SAY IT'S NOTHING? WELL IT IS SOMETHING TO ME!" Barricade had backed a baffled Ironhide into the wall and was right on him. Now he began to hiss in a crazed whisper.
"You think I don't know what's going on? This is a conspiracy. First the humans who designed me and now all of YOU. You all are trying to drive me mad by taunting my eyes!
Well I've got news for you you walking pile of steel. Yes-you DO look like a big pile of metal, so many parts you look like you'll FALL APART when you walk." he growled in
Ironhide's audio. "It was just a joke—!"
Ironhide vainly attempted to prove his innocence. Even Starscream was now trying to appease the overreacting saleen. "Barricade you're overreacting." "AM I? YOU THINK I
DON'T KNOW? HAVEN'T SEEN? If you think Iуm overreacting then, FUCK YOU!" "Ba—!" "SHUT UP! Barricade turned to face the topkick. "You don't see what is going on? We
are being made fools in that movie! And I'm constantly forced to defend the appearance of my optics and that foul meatbag that wrote this script made it where I got my aft
handed to me by a puny "autobot"! You all are in on this—I know it!" Barricade stormed out. Leaving two very puzzled mechs behind. "It's 3:30 am. The first post production
crew will be in here in a few hours. Barricade can't be running about when they get here; we're supposed to be animatronic sculptures." Ironhide recommended. Starscream sighed.
