Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Transformers. ~Anyway, on with the story!
He couldn't believe it! The Decepticon's were attack his quiet little town. What could they possible be gaining from doing this?
Ducking low to avoid flying debris Bumblebee quickly scanned his surroundings for any place to hide, he just wanted this to stop he wanted it to go back to the way it used to be, just him and his creators, but that was no longer an option for he would never be able to see them again in this world.
Locating a small crawl space Bumblebee quickly made a run for it, unconsciously gripping the small toy his creators had given him a few months early a little tighter. What should have been 20 seconds felt like three hours, loud explosions around him caused his audio's to ring and the bodies of his friends and neighbors scattered across that ground made running in a straight line difficult, it seemed like just this morning he was waving and talking to the mech's he was now trying to jump over.
There it was, only 4ft away, his sanctuary!
Suddenly Bumblebee felt himself falling backwards, noticing a large hand gripping his arm he began to panic and struggle crying out, begging to be let go but the grip on his arm only tightened causing him to spin around and face his attacker. The last thing Bumblebee remembered from that night was that despicable purple symbol and one large, glowing yellow optic.
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Today was a good day, Shockwave had given him permission to sit at the small window for a few clicks before he had to return to the Decepticon's room, probably because Shockwave had a meeting with Megatron. Normally he wasn't allowed out of Shockwave's sleeping quarters but as he said before, today was a good day.
Leaning against the window pane and staring out into space Bumblebee began to think about his new life. He hated it here, he hated being stuck and having to ' please' his 'master', he hated the Decepticon's and all they stood for but no matter how much he hated, things never changed.
"I wonder if anyone is looking for me out there" Bumblebee whispered quietly to himself. He already knew the answer to that whispered question though seeing as most, if not all, of his city was destroyed in the initial attack. Still it didn't stop him from asking since for some reason throwing the question out into the air around him made the possibility of an escape a little more tangible.
He asked Shockwave once why exactly the Decepticon's had attacked his neutral town but he didn't get much of an answer just a nod in his direction and then Shockwave resumed whatever it was he always worked on, Bumblebee wasn't allowed to know precisely what that 'whatever' was though. He wasn't allowed to know much of anything actually.
Looking down at his only intact connection to his old life, the small toy he had miraculously held onto during the chaos, Bumblebee asked it a question that had been plaguing him for quite sometime now, "I wonder how long we've been here Oppy." Bumblebee waited but as usual 'Oppy' offered no reply. "You're not much of a friend, you never say anything back and you're starting to bug me!" With that Bumblebee angrily threw the little toy onto the floor and resumed staring blankly out into the dark sky.
His creators had picked that stupid name, Oppy, after some courageous Autobot that Bumblebee didn't know much about. Though he had been told by Shockwave that the Autobot's were much worse then the Decepticon's and that Bumblebee, should he encounter any, must run away immediately. So why would his creators name his toy after someone who was such a jerk? Bumblebee supposed that was just another question he would never know the answer to.
Suddenly he heard the tell tale sound of his "Master" coming down the long corridor, with his slow and steady gate and air of confidence he had only witnessed in one other mech, Megatron himself. Bumblebee slowly turned his head just in time to see Shockwave gently round the corner. Shockwave instantly stopped walking and began staring at his young captive, something Bumblebee was slowly getting more and more used to.
After a few clicks of optic to optics staring Shockwave approached his young charge.
"We will return back to our sleeping quarters" Shockwave said as he lowered his hand in front of Bee's faceplate. Bumblebee shuddered as he placed his tiny hand into the large purple one held out to him. He didn't like going to his and Shockwave's room, he didn't like what usually happened in their but mostly he didn't like what he normally had to do in order to keep his 'master' happy with him.
Gently sliding off of the platform beneath the window sill and touching his peds gently to the floor Bumblebee began to follow his 'master' out of the room but not before bending down and placing Oppy back in his arms not noticing the glare Shockwave demonstrated toward the small toy. Even though Oppy was a stupid name and a bad companion, Bumblebee couldn't deny that he was really the only thing he had left. Him, and Shockwave of course.
Author's Note: I don't know if I'll continue this story or not, I have a whole month off from school so if anyone want's me to I most certainly can. Also if I do continue it perhaps some of you can give me idea's of which Autobot will "save" Bumblebee. ;D Thanks 3.