HELLLLOOOOOO READERS. It's been too long since i've written something on here. Recently i have gotten back into the Transformers mood and yet again, it involves Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Bumblebee... sort of. i say sort of because it isn't actually the REAL characters, they have been molded in with my latest three OCs, Hurricane, Cyclone and Chaos, and so i sort of have OCs in this story and I sort of don't.
anyways. on with the story. HOPE YOU ENJOY CAUSE I ENJOYED WRITING THIS! (oh and there IS more femme bee here)
Pasts
PROLOGUE
Pit spawned demons. That's what everybot called them. Little did they know how true that statement was.
I looked at my two companions Hurricane and Cyclone now known as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They looked back at me. "BUMBLEBEE" I turned at the sound of my 'name' "...SUNSTREAKER AND SIDESWIPE" oh great. Just what we needed. The Hatchet. More wrench throwing. "... GET YOUR RED AND YELLOW AFTS OVER HERE NOW!" we all got up and walked over to Ratchet solemnly. Looking up at the medic all I saw in his optics were concern. Now I was confused. Ratchet had never shown concern for us. In fact no-one had ever shown concern for us... or so we had thought.
"I found something odd in your latest medical readings" I knew my optics widened. Could he detect where we were originated through the medical stuff he did? Oh boy I hoped not.
"At first I was just surprised. But now I'm just confused." I was confused too.
"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe do you know who your creators were?" I looked at the two mechs next to me.
"*gulp* n- no" they said in perfect unison. Now the hatchet was looking at me.
"What about you 'Bee?" Ugh I hated my fake name. Bumblebee. How much more pathetic could you get?
"*sigh* no I don't know my creators either" but I know where they are and will be for eternity.
Ratchet just looked perplexed "well do you know what part of Cybertron you were created in?"
We all froze up at the seemingly innocent question. Ratchet noticed it too.
"What's wrong?" None of us could say anything.
He was staring to look angry. So before he did actually become The Hatchet I said something. Now I wish I didn't.
"Ratchet" I said fully serious " we know where we are from but... but we aren't exactly sure if you would believe us, even if you did it's not exactly a pleasant place."
Now he just looked pissed. Uh Oh.
"So you're not going to tell me why it says that you were created near the gates to the pits?"He asked in a pissed sort of way.
"WHAT!" we all exclaimed at the same time.
"That's right. But it wasn't in your medical records that I found this... It was from a mech who recognised you and said he'd seen 3 bots with the exact same looks as you." We must have looked horrified.
"Your expressions make it seem like it's worse than it is." I sighed. Looking at the twins I asked Cyclone something over our spark bond that we got when we bonded.
:. Think we should tell him the truth and hope he doesn't tell Prime?.:
:. Maybe we should. Since we've kept it secret for so long.: he replied
:. What does Hurricane think?.: we always used our real names in the bond
:. He says it about slagging time we decided that.:
No. Hurricane and Cyclone are not spark mates like myself and Cyclone. They are twins. Split spark twins.
"Well Ratch." I began
"we are gonna tell you something that we have never told anyone else before" Continued Cyclone
"we weren't exactly created near the gates to the pits" Said Hurricane
I sighed ready to finish our explanation "we were created i-" I stopped when Jazz came in
"yo hatchet ya need ta fix up bluey again" I nearly hugged the mech for saving mine and the twins afts.
Now I'm gonna have to explain the whole story to you aren't I?
and so that ends the prologue, hopefully i will update soon
AND IF YOU DON'T REVIEW I WILL *repeat* WILL DISCONTINUE WRITING THIS!!!!!
NOW GO AND REVIEW MY AWESOME READERS :)
