"Optimus Prime's Revenge"—A TFP Story


Summary: sequel to "You Need To Laugh More". Optimus Prime gets his revenge on the Autobots, as well as the humans, and attacks them individually.

Transformers Prime © Hasbro

Lily and Kylie © Me


~Bumblebee~

Optimus was happy Bumblebee was his next target. The young scout was much more than a scout to the Prime once. He helped train Bumblebee to be the well-skilled fighter he is today. But he also raised him. Long before he had created Amira, having found him sick and alone in an orphanage, he gave him proper care and medicine. Whenever Bumblebee got hurt or was feeling sad, he would tickle him to make him smile and make whatever hurt feel better. Whenever Bee was sick, Optimus stayed right beside him until he was better. Throughout their time together, they became quite fond of each other. They weren't quite like father and son, but they were somewhere along those lines. Optimus cherished those memories. And he hoped to relive them again that evening, and he remembered a few old tricks to get Bumblebee right where he wants him to be.


The young scout was sitting by the television set watching cartoons, having returned from dropping Rafael off back home only a few minutes ago. He had heard of Optimus seeking revenge on them from yesterday, and Bumblebee was partially not looking forward to his turn under Prime's tickling hands.

Bumblebee then let out a yelp as he felt a light jab on the back of his shoulder, and he turned around to find Optimus Prime there, grinning friendly. "Good evening, Bumblebee," he said.

"Uh...g-good evening, Optimus, sir," Bumblebee bleeped nervously and took a small step back. He knew that look on the Prime's face too well, remembering it from the past.

Optimus noticed, and his grin grew as he took a small step forward. Every step backwards Bee took, he made a move forward. "What is the matter, Bumblebee?"

"Nothing, sir," the scout replied.

"Then why do you keep moving away from me?"

"Why do you keep getting closer?"

"I do not know what you mean, dearest Bumblebee."

Bumblebee's pace quickened. So did Prime's. "O-Optimus...you're starting to scare me...!"

Optimus heartily chuckled. "You needn't be afraid, Bumblebee. Sure you recollect all the fun little activities the two of us did together when you were just a mere sparkling?"

Bee relaxed a little. "How could I forget? We had fun together, you and I," he clicked.

"Indeed, we did...And you know what? I miss those days," Optimus said with a lonely sigh. "Before Amira, you were my only passage of entertaining myself, of keeping my mind off of other things. I felt truly happy being with you then, and I still do now. I truly miss those days..." He then looked up to the scout with evil playfulness in his eyes, "and you owe me for yesterday."

The scout swallowed hard. "Y-You mean when we tickled you?" That mischievous smirk fixed on the Prime's face plate confirmed his question. "Oh, dear...!" He could clearly see Optimus's plan, and something told him to run for his life. He didn't know why, but Optimus's act of playfulness both frightened and intrigued him. He knew it was a game, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Optimus chuckled as he followed close behind the panicking scout. "Now, now, Bumblebee, what are you so frightened for?" he said. "Oh, I remembered we did this once, I'd chase you around the facility just so I could put you to bed. If that's how it will be, I'll just use the same tricks I performed in the past. First, I cut off"—he hopped in front of Bumblebee. The scout yelped and fled in the opposite direction—"then I corner." Optimus stayed on Bee's tail until he had successfully forced Bumblebee to back into a corner.

Bee whimpered as he pressed himself as far against the wall as he could. "Optimus..."

Optimus smiled as he towered over the fidgeting scout, then he bends down to his height. "Now, let's see...If I remember correctly, you are ticklish...here?" He stroked a finger over Bee's belly, and he chuckled when the scout squeaked and instantly covered his abdomen. "And, I believe also...here." Optimus then jabbed and wiggled his index digits into Bumblebee's exposed sides, making the yellow winged Autobot flinch and chirp a giggle. "Aha! There's that little laugh. But I know that you are really, truly, very ticklish...right...about...here!"

Optimus made his move; he slid his hands directly under Bumblebee's arms and dug his fingers into the scout's sensitive metal.

"AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA! O-Optimus, stop it! T-That's tickling!" Bumblebee trilled.

"That is the idea, young one," Optimus teased, mercilessly tickling Bee's underarm joints. Then Bumblebee attempted to escape by shoving Optimus's hands away and run off around him, but the Prime's lightning-like reflexes grabbed him under his arms once more and tickled him vigorously. "Oh, no you don't, Bumblebee!" he exclaimed.

"HEE-HEE-HEE! Please, stop! No more!" Bumblebee begged.

"Really? You want me to stop? By the looks in your eyes and the expression on your face, it appears you do not want me to stop," Optimus grinned. "I remember when I'd use to tickle you and you'd beg me to stop, but then you'd put my hand over one of your tickle spots and ask me to do it again. I thought that was the cutest thing ever! We both had fun. And I'll make you we do so again, and make sure you pay for what you and the others did to me the other day."

"HA-HA-HA-HA-HEE-HEE! I-If that's what this is about, I'm sorry-HEE-HEE! I-It was only for fun!"

"Oh, I understand, Bumblebee. But this is also for fun, too! I am fairly pleased you're still ticklish under your arms, or else I'd have to tickle you elsewhere. You see, my plan of attack is to tickle you and the others wherever they tickled me to even the score. And since you got your hands under one of my arms, I intend to do the same!"

Optimus wiggled all five of his fingers simultaneously, and a stronger tickling sensation surged through Bumblebee's body. "AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA! NO-HO-HO-HO-HO! PLEASE, OPTIMUS...HE-HE-HE-HE, NO MORE! IT TICKLES!"

"Exactly, little Bumblebee. It does tickle! It's supposed to, remember? Cootchie cootchie coo!" Optimus cooed.

Bumblebee remembered Prime would say that whenever they had tickle fights. It had been so long. Despite the unbearable tickles, Bee was actually having fun. He felt like the sparkling he once was when Optimus found, raised and played with him. Like Optimus Prime, he cherished those memories.

At this point, the scout had succumbed and was at the mercy of the Prime's tickling hands, and all he could do now was laugh, flare his arms, laugh, kick his legs, and, of course, laugh. "YA-HA-HAAAAA! HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! HE-HEE-HEE-HEE! HO-HO-HO-HO-AHA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"

Optimus resumed his tickling fun for a few more minutes until he noticed Bumblebee had laughed himself to tears; from the past he knew that was the right time to stop. He slowed his fingers to a stop, set his little friend down, and slipped his hands out from underneath Bumblebee's arms. The scout hunched over, breathing heavily and giggling, waiting a moment to catch his breath before wearily straightening up and locking eyes with the Prime.

"Are you alright now?" Optimus asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

"And...thank you...I actually needed that." Bumblebee lowered his helm, turned away and began to head off.

Optimus began to worry that something was troubling his young friend and followed, resting a hand on the scout's shoulder. "Bumblebee...is something the matter?" By looking at the scout's face, he could see something in fact was bothering Bumblebee; he had a hidden talent of noticing conflict residing within.

The scout sighed woefully. "I don't know...it feels like everything is the matter...Now that the human children are involved, I keep worrying something will happen to them...to Rafael...Every day, I wake up fearing that one of us might not come home...and I always pray to Primus that it wouldn't be you...You raised me, after all...If it weren't for you...I wouldn't be here...And...I thank you for that, Optimus..I-I really do...

Optimus pulled Bumblebee into a tight hug as the scout burst into tears and cried, letting out sorrowful whines and buzzing sounds. His spark broke at Bumblebee's words. He did have a reason to be so afraid; Megatron had become much more ruthless than he was before, and there was always the risk that someone wouldn't walk away from the fight. They all remembered what happened to Cliffjumper. "There, there, Bumblebee. It's alright. I am here, Ratchet is here; Bulkhead, Arcee, and Lily are here, as well. We are all here, and we always will be. I promise."

Bumblebee sniffed and wiped his eyes. "Thank you...Father..."

Optimus felt tears swell up into his own eyes at that word. He knew in the past they didn't have an exact father-son relationship, but they cared for one another quite similarly. He hugged the scout a little tighter. "You're most welcome," he said, his voice slightly cracking. He found no problem in thinking Bumblebee as a son. After all, Lily did consider him a big brother.

"So, who do you have left?" Bumblebee asked.

"Well, I've gotten you, the human children, Ratchet, and Bulkhead. I am thinking on whether or not I should 'punish' Lily again...but other than that, Arcee is the only one left."

"Arcee?" Bee chuckled. "Ho boy. Fair warning. She's a wriggler...and a screamer."

Optimus laughed. "I know...I know..."


Arcee is next! and i dunno, should Optimus do Lily again?