Well, I decided to stop torturing you all with my horrible humor. I think this is a whole lot better than my other one.

Thanks to Fanatic97 for favoriting "Soup" and BlueInked for reviewing, respectively, of course.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers.

Tyger Pax.

My own personal Pit.

To the Autobots, Tyger Pax is just a piece of history, destroyed and disgraced by Decepticon forces. Just another of the many places left bloodstained by Megatron's forces.

To the Decepticons, it is a place of shame and bitter thoughts and fear. Shame because they failed such a vital mission, bitter thoughts because of what COULD have happened if they didn't fail, and fear because it was a constant reminder of Megatron's wrath; how he didn't feel ANYTHING when he ripped out a vocal processor when a 'bot was still alive. Still alive, squirming as vents were practically crushed, weak hands trying to release the grip.

I was one of many sparklings abandoned due to war. Maybe I was cursed, maybe I was blessed, but I AM one of the few that still have energon coursing through my wires, to still have a responsive spark in my chassis. Sure, my vocal processer doesn't work anymore, but at least I have a family, someone that loves me, no matter what. And I'd do anything for them. Take a blast, get frozen into a popsicle, get sprayed with sticky stuff from Airachnid.

ANYTHING.

They love me, kept me living, made me WANT to live, so I owe them my life, right? Once this war is over, we can go off and live together and be happy and ALWAYS smile, right? Even if I have to put up a facade for now, it doesn't matter. If we don't make it out, then I want them to at least smile ONE MORE TIME. Everyone deserves that much.

I wish I really was as carefree and as spunky as everyone makes me out to be. Really, I'm just a little youngling who's hiding beneath a facade, playing a big game meant for the big mechs. Deep down, I'm a paranoid, shaking little thing, wishing for the creators I've never had. At least, that's what I thought before Tyger Pax. Now, I'm still scared and close to shedding coolant, but I know I have my 'creators' right beside me. At least I have the comfort that I'm not alone in this timeless war, that at least my family is right beside me.

Tyger Pax has made me stronger and braver and more heroic.

My name is Bumblebee, and I don't regret a thing.