I am Pikachu!
Bumblebee ran as fast as he could or at least tried. His stubby feet were getting in the way, and making him trip with every other step or in this case jump.
Out of pure instinct he tried to transform into his compact, and drive like mad back to base it didn't work the most he got was getting stuck in a very awkward and uncomfortable position. His lightning bolt tail stuck under his arm, while his legs were crisscrossed over his head.
This strange new body was getting in his way! Bumblebee had to escape now or he'll be put back into that accursed ball that almost made him loose his processor!
"Pikachu, where are you?" A voice shouted from behind the thick bushes, no please no. Bumblebee struggled to stand on his feet again but the odd position caused his legs to fall asleep and loose the flow of energon- wait no blood, he had blood now or whatever the frag these Pokémon or whatever the frag they were.
"There you are Pikachu, did you find any wild Pokémon?" Ash asked with a grin on his tan face, Bumblebee wasn't sure how he ended up being this Pikachu person, but he did know he had to get out of it and fast!
"Pikachu! Pika, pika!" Bumblebee shouted another stupid thing about being a Pokémon he couldn't' speak not in Cybertronian or English or any other language that he could know.
Ash only nodded, "I see, well, we'll find some don't worry, Pikachu."
Bumblebee was about to rip his ears out, this kid didn't understand or just pretended he did to only humor him. Bumblebee growled and grew angry with the high pitch purr that escaped his throat.
Ash only chuckled rubbing Bumblebee's cute fuzzy head. That did it, he charged up his red cheeks preparing for an attack. It was actually similar to charging up his stingers except Bumblebee had to focus on his cheeks instead of his servos.
Ash screamed yellow electricity surrounding him, leaving behind black burnt marks on his face turning it much darker almost a deep summer tan.
When Bumblebee fell tired he glared at his 'trainer' with the most disturbing death glare Ash had ever seen.
"Maybe we should take you back to the Pokémon center for another check up, Pikachu." He mumbled with a heavy sigh, once the aftershock passed through his body.
Bumblebee's eyes widen, no, no, no! He could not go back again to that annoying nurse who that other guy Brock or something would flirt with claiming to be in love or some slag like that.
"Pikachu, return!" Ash shouted holding out a poke ball, the bright light zapped at him and Bumblebee covered his head, screaming.
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He shot up from the couch, heavily cycling. Nothing it was just mostly dark besides the aura that escaped the TV show of… oh slag. Pokémon!
Growling and feeling very relieved it was some type of purr Bumblebee grabbed the remote and turned it off. He could never watch that show again, it was too friendly.
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AN: Ok sorry for this super weird story=P I'm not trying to be a hater on Pokémon, I actually like it especially the cute Pokémon.
Stupid plot bunnies that keep on disturbing my sleep. Also sorry about grammar, I'm extremely tired and its almost 1am here so yeah. R&R PLEEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE *makes begging face*