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The youngling whimpered, hearing an explosion rattle the empty energon cubes on the counter he was hiding under. The terrifying booms and shotgun and rifle blasts continued for what seemed like hours, but then it began to quiet down. The yellow sparkling did not move, his mother told him not to.
Then a new rattle began, though this one was quieter than the war outside. There was a transformer in the house. He wasn't sure if it was either of his creators, but he froze, just in case it wasn't.
The rummaging got closer and closer, and suddenly, light flooded his cabinet. The little one's vocalizer protested his next noise, but he did it anyway; he screamed.
"Shh, youngling, it's alright." A dark voice snapped gently.
The little bot cowered in the new, scary shadow.
"I am Barricade. I won't harm you." The red-eyed mech added. The sparkling whimpered and a loud beep came from it. Of course, he was hungry.
Barricade stepped back and pulled a shimmering hot pink cube out of subspace, and held it at the youngling's level, but out of reach, so he could see who he was saving, other than those white-blue optics.
Slowly, the little bot (he was yellow, with black stripes. And door wings!) crawled out and hesitantly took the cube.
"What's your name?" he asked, barely heard over their humming systems.
"Bumblebee!" the little one played a voice clip of an amused but annoyed mech, his creator? Barricade nodded thoughtfully.
Then an idea came to his processor.
Slowly, the spiky black bot, with deep, dark, scarlet optics began to grin.
Idea from- .com/art/Temptation-101288408