Well, this is gonna be one of the crappiest stories I've ever written. I'm dedicating this to my sister who drew this awesome picture of Bumblebee looking at some evil, twisted thing resembling him. The thing is, she really doesn't know what's going on in the picture so she told me I should make a fic about it. The thing is I don't know a whole lot about Transformers so... yeah. Anyway, heads up about the fic, it is kinda creepy. I don't think it's quite M rated material (Be warned it has the F word once at the end) but if you guys think other wise, let me know so I can change it. And Alexandra if you're reading this (Which if I time it right you are and I'm sitting at the computer next to you) you OWE me.
He was dreaming again, same dream as always. He was in the same dark room, huddled in the same damp corner. Bumblebee heard foot steps approaching and frantically searched for a hiding spot he knew wasn't there. somewhere in the room a door opened and a menacing figure was briefly visible. Bumblebee pressed himself against the wall and prayed he wouldn't be seen. If only he was so fortunate.
Now your nightmare comes to life...
The figure walked over to Bumblebee and roughly pulled him to his feet. The door closed then, and Bumblebee had to strain to see the face of his tormentor. All he could make out were blood red optics, long pointed teath and twisted horns.
Dragged to down below, down to the Devils show...
The figure pushed Bumblebee against the wall and dragged it's teeth against his face. Bumblebee shuddered and tried to break away. The figure hissed in annoyance and raked a set of sharp claws across Bumblebee's face. He cried in pain and the figure slashed him agian, this time across his chasis. Energon oozed from the wound and the figure dropped Bumblebee in a heap at it's feet. Bumblebee tried to scream, or beg for mercy but couldn't. Energon and bile rose in his throat and the gigure began to mercilessly kick and stomp his prone form.
Can't wake up in sweat, 'cause it ain't over yet...
When the beating was over, the figure placed it's foot on Bumblebee's wind pipe and pressed down. Bumblebee didn't have the strength to fight back, all he could do was lay there as death washed over him to take his last breath with a kiss from rotting lips.
Beyond the will to fight, where all that's wrong is wright...
Just as Bumblebee though he was gong to die, the foot was removed from his wind pipe and he was puleled to his feet, almost gently. The figure was gazing into Bumblebees' optics and Bumblebee could hear it breathing. Each breath comming out as a slow, rusty rattle. The figure drew it's dounge across Bumblebee's face before pausing to hoarsely whisper in his ear...
"It's your fucking nightmare..."