Anphonic
By SMYGO4EVA
Bumblebee had almost forgotten that he once had a voice, even before it was lost, taken away from him. He was a simple scout back on Cybertron, the land of the metal moon as they say, a warrior in training hoping to a part of something that would be a change for the better. Then, as quickly as the war started, his vocal processor was cut away, torn away from him, and lost to him. It seemed like vorns to him when it only had cycles, but that was not the case to him.
He would only use noises and sounds to speak, to be able to say his opinion or to at least say anything really. With those noises as his newfound voice, as his vocal piece, sometimes he was misunderstood, his words to be lost in translation. Fortunately it was not the case with those who understood him the most, especially Raf. With that, he was grateful, even if he didn't know how his human friend was able to understand him. But he was grateful - least that's what he wanted to have the rest of Team Prime to believe. The very ability to speak disguised by noises and whirring sounds was still not a voice, silence having devoured it for a long time now. He wished for his voice sometimes, having almost forgotten what it sounded like, with never actually spoke a word about it, not even to others bots like on Team, Prime. With that added to being stranded on such an unfamiliar planet, the punishment he and Team Prime suffered at the hands of the Decepticons was bad enough.
Autobots and Decepticons alike can understand him, even with those sounds as his voice piece, yet he still wondered if he could get it back. The many questions that wandered in his processor were always present, even when pushed to the back for a certain time. He was still a kid to them, a scout, and a warrior who used silence as his words sometimes. He wanted to speak with his own voice again, yet he wondered if it would be almost unrecognizable to him if he did retrieve it.
Bumblebee still was a capable warrior, but being muted, without words to stay when he wanted to heard clearly and to have others translate for him made him like less of a soldier, if not all the time. He wanted to speak for himself, and noises were less likely to be words as peace was to be close at the end of this war.
Being without voice or words, but only to have sound to speak for him, it was always how Bumblebee would speak for now. He would rather speak in noise then to be silent - anphonic to the point of becoming the black hole from such muteness, such absence of voices would be too much for the scout. The silence would only remind him of the ruins of the days after Cybertron was no more.