Attack of the Autobots Pt. 3
Bumblebee was so exhausted from what he went through with Wheeljack, that he decided to take a stasis nap in his room. He nearly collapsed on his berth as he laid down on the hard metal surface. Once on his comfy berth, he dimmed the lights to his room and closed his optics.
Outside, Optimus Prime was walking towards Bumblebee's room after responding to Wheeljack's message. He had a hunch that the young scout would want to hide out in his room to avoid the rest of the Autobots from attempting to attack him. But that didn't stop him from wanting to attack the youngling himself.
He lightly rapped on the door. When he got no answer, he punched a code in, and slid the door open. Light from the hallway flooded into the room. Optimus smiled as he saw Bumblebee fast asleep on his berth. He had to admit, the little scout looked absolutely adorable when he was in recharge.
Prime went over to him, and shook his shoulder. "Bumblebee, wake up." Bee shifted a little and lightly groaned. "Young one, get up right now." Bumblebee still didn't wake up. Getting an idea, Optimus moved to the edge of the berth and lightly stroked a finger under Bee's pedes.
Bumblebee squeaked and instantly pulled his legs to his chest. He emitted muffled giggles as Optimus continued to lightly drag his digits under his pedes. "Come now, Bumblebee. It's time to get up."
"Ah! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee! N-No stop, Wheeljack! No! Don't tickle my pedes! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"Wheeljack? Who are you calling Wheeljack, little one?"
Bee sat up and saw Optimus Prime sitting at the edge of his berth. "Optimus? Was that you? Oh Primus, for a minute there I thought you were Wheeljack!"
"I can tell. Why were you asleep just now?"
"Oh I was just tired...from...being tickle tortured by Wheeljack and Ratchet."
"Oh really?" Optimus asked in a surprised tone, like if he never knew what was going on.
"Yeah. I can't help but fear that the other bots will want to get me back for what I did to them the other day."
"Well if that's the case, you better keep your optics peeled today, Bumblebee. If you were easily fooled by the other Autobots, that would make you an easy target."
"Um, yeah. I-I guess it would." Bumblebee started to feel a little suspicious when Prime said that. "Well...I'm just going to go to the refueling lounge and get some Energon," he said awkwardly. He was about to hop off his berth when Optimus suddenly held him back by his shoulders. "Whoa! Optimus, l-let go of me!"
"In a minute, Bumblebee. But first...I want to even the score when you tickle tortured me the other day."
"W-What?!" Bee's optics widened.
"As a matter of fact, we all want to get back at you."
"What?!" he said again. "And what do you mean by 'we?'"
"You'll see," Prime answered in a playful tone. He suddenly grabbed Bumblebee's ankles, and dragged him off the berth and into the hallway.
"What the—?! Optimus, stop it! Let go of me! What are you doing?"
Prime didn't answer him, but continued to drag him by the ankles all the way to the main hangar. When he finally let him go, Bumblebee sat up. He saw the rest of the Autobots surrounding him with playful smirks on each of their faces.
"Uhh, what's happening here? What's going on?" Bumblebee beeped nervously.
"Relax, Bumblebee," said Prime. "No one is going to harm you here."
"Then why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" Everyone took a step forward, and Bumblebee quickly scooted away.
"What's wrong with you, Bee?" Smokescreen asked. "Why do you keep moving away from us?"
"B-Because you all keep coming closer!" The young scout kept backing away as the Autobots kept walking slowly towards him. "Why are you all coming closer?!"
Smokescreen kneeled down next to him. "Well, to tell you the truth, we're all here because we were all victims of your little...sneak attacks yesterday."
Bumblebee swallowed hard. "Oh...r-really? So you guys all...remember what happened yesterday?" The Autobots all nodded. "Oh dear, I'm in serious trouble..!"
"Yeah you are," Smokescreen continued. "And you know what? After you attacked me yesterday, I decided I wasn't going down without a fight. So, I convinced the rest of the Autobots to team up against you all at once."
"What?! You got the whole team against me?!"
"Yup. But don't worry, we'll go easy on you. At least...as easy as you went with the rest of us!"
"Oh no! Not happening! You know what, I don't have to put up with this!" Bumblebee stood up. "I'm going back to my room." He felt himself being held back by his door wings. He turned around to see Smokescreen grinning evilly.
"Get him!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!"
Bee tried to make a run for it, but all the Autobots grabbed him and tackled him to the ground. Optimus held him down by his shoulders, Smokescreen and Bulkhead took each of his arms and held them outward, Wheeljack and Arcee both had their hands hovering over his stomach teasingly, and Ratchet placed his pedes in his lap.
"Stop it! This isn't funny anymore!" Bumblebee gave Smokescreen a pleading look through his optics. "C'mon Smokey, you don't have to do this."
"Actually, I do," he said. "Sorry, Bee. But you made all of us suffer your wrath, so now it's your turn."
The scout buzzed angrily at him. "You set me up, didn't you?"
"That's a lie!" Bulkhead blurted out.
"No, we set him up," Smokescreen reminded him. "More specifically, I set him up."
Bumblebee squirmed to break free, but he couldn't move because the others were holding him down. He glanced up at Optimus. "Optimus? Are you seriously on his side?"
The Prime shrugged at him. "I was a victim of your playful wrath too, Bumblebee. It's only fair if we all get you back."
"Oh c'mon! Just let me go, and I swear I'll never tickle attack you guys again! Please?"
Smokescreen pondered for a moment. "Hmm...what do you think, guys?"
"I say he's lying!" Wheeljack exclaimed.
"Yeah!" Bulkhead chimed in. "The little guy will probably attack us again! He can't help it!"
"This youngling needs to be taught a lesson, Optimus," said Ratchet. "Don't you agree?"
"Indeed, old friend."
Bumblebee started to panic. "No! I won't let you tickle me back!" Using all of his strength, he lunged forward in attempt to break through the many pairs of hands that were holding him down. But it was no use; they all just pulled him down again. "Aaaaahh! No! I'm not even ticklish, so don't bother!"
"Liar," Arcee sneered.
"Alright guys...do it!" Smokescreen declared.
Bee jolted as he felt many pairs of fingers wiggle all over his body's sensitive spots. He tried his absolute hardest not to laugh, but he gave up after a few seconds and burst out laughing.
"...AAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NO, STOP I-HI-HI-HI-HIT! STAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!"
This was torture for the young scout, and it only lasted for a couple seconds. But it was too much for him to handle because Smokescreen and Bulkhead were both tickling under his arm joints, Wheeljack and Arcee got his sides and stomach, Ratchet was tickling his pedes, and Optimus was tickling his neck.
"AAAH! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! G-GUYS, PLEASE STO-HO-HO-HO-HOP! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
"No way! This is payback for what you did to us!" Smokescreen said, tickling hard under Bee's exposed arm joint. He squealed loudly again, and continued to laugh and squirm around.
"What's the matter, Bumblebee?" Optimus asked teasingly. "You can't handle a few tickles?"
"HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! S-STOP TEASING ME-HEE-HEE-HEE! AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA! C'MON PLEASE STAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!"
The other Autobots ignored his plea, and continued to tickle him. They enjoyed hearing the youngling's laugh, and wanted to hear more of it. They all knew Bee didn't like the way he sounded with his new voice, but they found his new clicking and chirping sounds completely adorable. He sounded like a little sparkling again.
Bee twitched his legs, and shrieked when he felt Ratchet's fingers scratch harder under his pedes. "AAAAAAHH! NO! DON'T TICKLE MY PEDES! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
The poor scout couldn't free his legs because Ratchet held his ankles in his lap. He slowly stroked his finger up and down his ped before wiggling all five of his fingers against the surface.
"You know what? He really does look cute as a sparkling when he laughs," said Arcee. The other Autobots nodded in agreement. Bumblebee blushed at that comment, and turned his helm away. "Aw, don't feel bad, Bee. I was just kidding."
Optimus gently tickled under his chin, earning an adorable giggle fit from him. "Don't worry about it, Arcee. He likes it."
"HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! N-NO-HO-HO-HO I DO-HO-HO-HO-HON'T!"
Arcee smirked at him. "Stop lying, Bee. Or do we need to convince you otherwise?" She ran her fingers up and down his side and then across his belly, making him jolt and laugh harder.
"I think he needs some convincing," said Smokescreen. He held Bee's arm up over his head, and tickled his now exposed arm joint. Bulkhead did the same thing with his other arm, making the scout thrash around harder. Bumblebee shrieked again and tried to pull his arms down, but he couldn't.
Unable to keep it together, Bee laid flat in everyone's arms and laughed his hardest. "AAAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! STOP I-HI-HI-HI-HIT! HA-HA-HA-HA! SMOKEY, NO-HO-HO-HO! BULKHEAD, STAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAP! A-ARCEE! WHEELJA-HA-HA-HA-HACK! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE! R-RATCHET! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! OPTIMAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HAS!"
The poor youngling couldn't take it anymore, letting Energon tears drop from his optics. His sides and abdomen were aching from laughing so hard. Having no strength left, he became limp and let out sob-like laughs. Seeing how exhausted he was, everyone finally released him.
The little scout was so tired, he just laid there on the floor for a minuets, trying to cool down his overheated systems. Taking several deep breaths, he finally had the strength to slowly sit up.
"Oh, Primus...that...was...torture..!" Everyone laughed at his comment. "Just one question...why?!"
"It was Smokescreen's idea," Arcee said, pointing to the young Wrecker. "He just wanted to get back at you, and so did we."
Bumblebee shot a glare at Smokescreen, angrily buzzing at him. "I can't believe you would do this to me, Smokey! Oh, I am so getting you back for this!"
Smokescreen just smirked at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Bee. Because otherwise I'll just do this." He and the Autobots all leaned towards him, wiggling their fingers teasingly.
Bumblebee covered his face and giggled in anticipation, leaning against Optimus Prime for protection. "AAAAAH! NO! Okay, okay! I won't do it! I promise! Just...no more tickling! Please!"
"And one more thing, kid," said Wheeljack, tilting Bee's helm up so he could look at him. "No more surprise tickle attacks on us ever again, understand?" Bumblebee nodded while slightly giggling. "I need you to promise all of us, okay? Or else we'll really get back at ya!"
Bee shook his helm and giggled harder, burying his face in Optimus' chest. "Okay! I promise! I won't do it again!"
Just for fun, the Autobots kept teasingly wiggling their fingers close to his belly or his pedes. Bumblebee emitted squeaky clicking sounds, and hugged Optimus around his waist. "Optimus! M-Make them stop! Plea-hee-hee-hee-hease!"
"Alright Autobots, I think he's had enough. We do not want to overwork him. He's very sensitive...especially here." At the mention of 'here', Optimus gently tickled the scout's belly. Bumblebee hugged himself, and pushed Prime's hand away. Optimus smiled at him, continuing to trace a finger all over his tummy.
The Autobots all smiled at the adorable sight. The only time they ever saw Prime like this was when Bumblebee was a sparkling back on Cybertron.
As Optimus kept lightly tickling Bee's belly, the youngling kept giggling sweetly and tried to crawl away from him. But every time he did, Prime just pulled him back and laid him down in his lap.
Bumblebee was feeling a bit embarrassed at how much he was acting like a sparkling in front of everyone. But he couldn't help it; Prime was making him laugh. At that moment when he thought what he was enduring through was torturous enough, what Optimus did next was 100 times worse.
He felt himself being lifted up in his arms in a cradling position. Prime had one arm under his knees, and the other behind his back. Since he had his optics shut, Bee couldn't see what Optimus was about to do to him. He opened his optics a little to see the Prime taking a deep breath. Before he could react, he felt Optimus do something to him that made his whole stomach vibrate. And that tickled like crazy!
Bumblebee let out a shriek that almost made his leader go deaf. He opened his optics again to see Optimus giving him a playful smirk before his face dove down to his tummy again, blowing hard against the surface.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! OPTIMAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAS, NO! HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOI-HI-HI-HING TO ME-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE?!"
"Oh, you don't remember?" Prime asked playfully. "We used to play this game all the time when you were little. You always loved it when I turned in to a tickle bot, and pretended to eat you up." When Bumblebee didn't answer him, he smiled at him. "Maybe this will spark a memory for you."
Optimus slid his battle mask on, and laid Bee on the ground before positioning himself to pounce. His Autobots smiled as they stepped back to give the two some room. They didn't want to miss this special playful moment between these two. Even Smokescreen had his memory banks ready to record the adorable scene that was about to take place.
When Bumblebee saw Prime saw his battle mask on, he panicked because he knew what was going to happen. He knew that look far too well, remembering it from his past. But most importantly, he didn't want to look so helpless and silly in front of the other Autobots, especially Smokescreen! Well, Prime didn't think about it that way.
As Optimus moved closer to him, the young scout quickly scooted away from him. "You better run, little one," Prime cooed teasingly at him, wiggling his fingers. "or else the Tickle Bot is going to get you and eat that sweet little tummy of yours."
Bumblebee squeaked and instantly covered his belly. He absolutely hated acting like a total sparkling in front of the others, but at the same time, he was actually having fun!
"Oh Primus...NO!" Jumping to his feet, Bee ran out of the room and through the hallways. Prime quickly took off after him, leaving the five Autobots alone in the main hangar.
"Well I'm not missing this," Smokescreen said, running after the two Autobots.
Bee kept running, feeling relieved that the halls were empty. He didn't want to suddenly run into another Autobot as a part two to Smokescreen's attack on him. The poor scout was racked with panic. He could hear Optimus right behind him, trying to grab him. All he wanted to do was escape to the safety of his berthroom, and not be the victim of any more tickle attacks.
As he felt Prime's fingers barely graze the edge of his door wings in an attempt to grab him, Bumblebee let out a squeak of surprise. Once he saw the door to his room, he threw himself against it, landing on the floor. He quickly turned around and shut the door, double checking to make sure he locked it.
Bumblebee breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! That was close! I'll just hide here until Optimus calms down...hopefully." He jumped when he heard a knock at the door.
"Bumblebee? It's me. Please open the door."
The scout panicked, running around in circles in his room. "Oh no, what do I do? What do I do?" he whispered loudly to himself.
"Little one, I know you're in there," the voice of Optimus Prime said teasingly on the other side of the door. "You better open this door right now if you know what's good for you."
"Leave me alone, Optimus!" Bumblebee nervously exclaimed. "I know what you're going to try to do!" He gasped when he heard an unlocking sound from the door. Even with the door locked, Optimus knew how to override the code to get in!
Panicking, Bee quickly grabbed his thermal blanket off the floor and ducked underneath his berth. He couldn't fit his entire body under the berth, even with his door wings pressed flat against his back. Using his thermal blanket, he covered his exposed pedes that were sticking out from underneath.
The scout kept quiet, and didn't move an inch when he heard the door slide open. Optimus walked in and scanned the berthroom. He smiled and shook his head when he right away saw Bumblebee's pedes sticking out from the berth, covered with his thermal blanket. Even as a highly trained scout, he wasn't always the stealthiest.
"Now, where could my little youngling be?" Prime asked out loud. Bee stifled a giggle. He felt like he was a sparkling once more, playing with Prime again. "Oh, I know. Maybe he's hiding right...here!"
Optimus yanked the blanket off of Bee's pedes. He chuckled when he heard Bumblebee squeal, and try to pull his ankles under the berth. He bent down to his pedes.
"Well, what do we have here? What am I supposed to do with these sweet little pedes in front of me?" Prime suddenly leaned closer to gently nip under his pedes.
"AAAAAAHH! No-ho-ho-ho-ho!"
Optimus laughed at him. "Bumblebee, come out of there." He grabbed his ankles and pulled the scout from under his berth. Bee stubbornly clung to the edge of his berth, but Prime was able to pry him off. Then he laid him down on his back again. He towered over the small mech. "Now...what should I do with a sneaky little scout like you?" Bumblebee giggled sweetly in anticipation. "How about I...eat you!"
Prime leaned down until his face was pressed against Bee's belly. Then he started making chomping motions with his lips, pretending to eat the young bot's tummy.
The little scout squealed and giggled loudly, kicking at the Prime's chest with his pedes. "AAAH! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE! NO, STO-HO-HO-HO-HOP! OPTIMUS!"
"Who are you calling Optimus, little one? I am the Tickle Bot! And I am going to eat you alive!" Optimus spoke into Bumblebee's stomach.
Bee laughed even harder, wildly kicking his legs. "STOP IT! STA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!"
Optimus lifted his helm for a moment. "You think you can kick me away, do you? That was a mistake."
"Wait! Nononono, Optimus! Don't!"
"Too late!"
Prime gave him a playful smirk before he took a deep breath and blew on his tummy again, while shaking his helm at the same time to increase the ticklish feeling. Poor Bumblebee could only lay there, and endure the playful torture. Even though he couldn't stand the tickly raspberries to his belly, Bee was actually having fun! He giggled madly at the funny sounds Optimus was making on his stomach, but he was laughing more because of the vibrating feeling that was spreading all over.
"AAAAAAAAHH!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! O-OPTIMUS! AAAAAAAAHH!! STO-HO-HO-HO-HOP!"
The Prime looked up for a moment. "Ohh don't cry, my little mechling," he said sympathetically, gently wiping a few stray tears from Bumblebee's optics. "Do not worry, little scout. I will make the pain go away. Watch." He fatherly lifted Bee in his arms, and held him above his helm.
"What...What are you up to now?" he beeped to him, completely out of breath.
Optimus smiled at him. "I'm making you laugh, silly." He brought him to his face, and softly nuzzled his face all over his belly. He felt Bumblebee's fingers grab tightly to his helm as he brushed over sensitive spots on his stomach.
"Stop it!! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!! Y-You know I ca-ha-ha-ha-han't stand that!!"
Bee's ped actually almost collided with Prime's face, but he dismissed it instantly. "Take it easy, Bumblebee!" he exclaimed, laying him on the floor again. "I know you are eager to be tickled, but you do not have to kick me like that!"
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!! N-No I do-ho-ho-ho-hon't!! I don't wanna be tickled anymo-ho-ho-ho-hore!!" Bumblebee hid his blushing face behind his thermal blanket.
"Yes you do. Stop trying to hide from me." He tried to pull the blanket off the youngling's helm, but he just giggled harder and clung tightly to his blanket.
Bumblebee peered through the folds of his blanket when he felt something wrap around his legs. He saw Optimus wrap one arm around both his legs, while the other was behind his back, lifting him up a little. Before he knew it, he felt Prime press his lips against the small square plate on the mid-lower section of his abdomen—right where a human's bellybutton would be—and blow hard.
Bee buried his face into his blanket and screamed. That spot on his stomach was super sensitive and ticklish. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! STAAAAAAAHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!! HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA!!" He couldn't say anything except laugh his spark out.
While Optimus kept tickling and blowing on the youngling's tummy, the other Autobots were watching them play from the doorway. They looked absolutely adorable together, and they were secretly recording the little scene.
"OKAY!! OKAY!! STAAAAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAP!! PLEA-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEASE!!"
He blew hard against that spot on his tummy one last time before he finally let him go. He chuckled as he saw Bee lay limp on the floor. He sat him up and rubbed his back when the scout suddenly started coughing. "Are you okay, Bumblebee? I apologize for overdoing it a little."
"That's...that's okay," Bee barely breathed out. He suddenly narrowed his optics, pointing a shaky servo at him. "Wait...are you...are you still a tickle bot, Optimus?"
"Maaaybe..." Prime said slyly, leaning down to his belly again.
"Aaaah! No! Not again!" Bumblebee hid under his blanket again, shivering.
Optimus chuckled at him, rubbing the trembling lump. "Relax, little one. I'm not a tickle bot anymore. You don't have to hide from me." He gently peeled back the blanket before yanking it off his face. "I see you!"
Bee giggled uncontrollably again. He remembered this other little game they used to play together, and it always made him laugh with that silly tone Prime used. His optics and face were covered again by the blanket.
"Dear Primus...where has my little Bumblebee gone?" he heard Optimus say. The youngling made high-pitched clicking sounds, indicating he was giggling again.
"Where is he? Oh wait..." Optimus yanked the blanket off again. "Here he is!" Bee fell on his back, laughing.
"Optimus! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Sto-ho-hop! I'm way too old for this now!"
"I greatly disagree, Bumblebee. Watch." He pulled the blanket over his face again. "Where's my little youngling? Where is he? Is Bumblebee gone?" He waited a few seconds until...
"Here he is!" He pulled the blanket off Bee's helm a few more times, making a silly face every time he said, 'here he is!' He enjoyed the sound of Bumblebee's laughter again, just like the good old days.
"Alright, I think I've tired you out enough. You look exhausted." Prime was right; Bee's optics were starting to flicker, trying to stay away.
He buzzed a yawn. "Yeah...I am feeling pretty tired. All that tickling wore me out."
"Well, get some rest then. You clearly need it." Optimus picked him up and laid him down on his berth. "One more thing, Bumblebee," he said while gently stroking his helm.
"Yeah?"
"No more tickle attacks on us again, okay? Unless you want to go through all that again."
"Okay, okay, I promise. I'm done. No more. And if the kids try to convince me to do that again, I'll just say no."
"Alright then. Good night, little one." Prime gave Bee's helm one last pet before he left his room. Bumblebee snuggled under his thermal blanket, relived that he wasn't being hunted down anymore. He was so tired from all that excitement earlier that he instantly fell asleep.
Optimus was surprised to see his Autobots standing right outside the doorway. "What were you all doing out here? I just finished putting Bumblebee to bed."
"Yeah, we know. We heard," Arcee said with a smile.
"It's getting late. After all that excitement we went through, we should all go into recharge." His Autobots nodded, and quietly obeyed. Optimus smiled to himself as he walked to his quarters. That was it; no more revenge necessary. Everybody won, and everyone slept happy that night...especially Bumblebee.
THE END
