Happy Halloween!

The engeron life-force ran down his digits, his optics wide and filled with horror. He stared at the once Autobot Bulkhead that stood above him. Coolant tears crawled down the grey colored face-plate as the mini-bot blade was through the chassis of the purple and grey wrecker. The 'con stared at him in pure shock before he looked down at the blade that was clearly through his chassis, a subtle smirk appeared before it showed two sets of sharpen teeth before the 'con grabbed the mini-bots wrist and wretched the blade out.

Bumblebee squeaked in surprise before he was thrown to an abandon building, destroying it even more. The youngling sat up through the ruble, shaken from the pain sensors going off the charts and the mere fright that was given to him. The youngling gasped before he fully stood; that's when he felt cord wrapped around his frame and it jerked him towards the larger mech before he dangled in the air. "Bulkhead…let me down…" the mini-bot painfully said his words as he glared at the mech before it softened when the once friendship memories flowed.

"For the last time it's Smasher…" the wrecker said before he pulled the mini-bot higher for eye level. "You're the last one of team prime Bumblebee, everyone else joined and you're the only one defending this peace of rock for nothing. You already lost all the allspark fragments and the war…why continues as an Autobot when you can be a 'con and with the people you know and never have to be alone or abandoned?" the once Autobot asked before the mini-bot felt coolant tears gather into his optics.

"I will not become a terrorcon…I will not feed on other peoples life-force and the mechs you spoke about I know no longer since they all died in battle to defend what they cared and loved." As soon the mini-bot finished he was then slammed down into the broken concrete. He gasped out of pain and lay limp as he felt the rock dig into his frame and enter the cracks of his platting. The larger 'con lifted his arm to pull the mini-bot back up to see the other youngling was slightly concession look.

His baby blue optics even dulled and no longer preserves the once naivety and childish look but rather a mature looks that set other mechs off. "Bumblebee…" the mini-bot looked up as his vision was slightly blurred from pain and maybe a misplaced wire. The mini-bot felt the cord unwrap his frame before he felt the wrecker lift him up and over his shoulder and started walking away.

Blue optics stared blankly at the destroy city of Detroit, the once beautiful and lively area was gone, destroyed and all that was left was rubble of the city. The sight of brown splatters on the ground told of how many people died that day when four of the Autobots died in battle and reborn as 'cons through the ashes.

Bumblebee closed his optics before he slipped into his recharge, battle and bruised.

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When he awoken the smell of death alerted him before he sat up and looked at the room that was filled with bodies that hung from the ceiling by sturdy chains. The grey frames of mechs and femmes made his tanks churn in disgust and the sound of dripping liquid told him that blue life-force was still being collected even after the frames ceased. "Is this what your faith to be?" a voice, so familiar and it made his spark hurt. When he turned he saw a lithe mech, a red visor and the gold replaced with red to compensate for it. "Is this how you want to end? Being nothing but a lifer-force giver and never to see another day again?"

"Shut up!" Bumblebee shouted as he covered his audio receptors to ignore the other. They were no longer the mechs he knew, no longer the teammates he battled alongside and no longer the friends he have played pranks on or even hung out. No they were dead and these…these were monsters wearing their faces as a prize. He felt a servo touched his shoulder before he looked up to stare into a red visor.

"I will not…join us Bumblebee…join us and you never have to run anymore, never have to be afraid it can be like the old times again." Prowl-no, this fake ninja said. Bumblebee felt rage burst into his spark before he used all his might and pushed the ninja 'bot away and ran for it. The door opened quickly with a hiss and the 'con slowly stood, "You are one of us! You can't change that!"

Bumblebee kept running as he felt coolant tears leak down his grey face-plate, his cracked armor and the rocks making it even harder for him to keep going the rich feeling of pain made him almost beg for it to stop, for this cursed nightmare to end! Bumblebee then ran into some'bot and fell onto the floor, when he looked up his optics widens to see the once leader of the earth 'bots. He felt betrayal and rage boil into his spark before the 'con lowered himself down and offered his servo. The mini-bot just backed up and used the wall to support him and raise him up as he glared at the other mech.

"Bumblebee…" he whispered as he stepped closer, the fangs were so subtle in sight and unthreatening but Bumblebee kept his distance. "Stop this; we all have come to the same end and the same beginning. We want you back; we want you to fight with us…not against us." Bumblebee screamed before his servos changed into stingers and zapped the 'con with high voltage he could muster.

"I'm not a 'con!" Bumblebee shouted. That's before he felt something pinched the back of his neck and he fell forward, out in stasis as a medic stood behind him before he looked at the other mech. Optimus glared at him before he mumbled something about him keeping his mouth shut. The two looked down at the mini-bot frame, recharging peacefully before the medic picked him and the two walked deeper into the decepticon base. The stasis soon worn off as Bumblebee woke up to see the two have carried him into the large room of the throne room with Megatron sitting on the thrown and everyone gathered around.

Bumblebee soon struggled into the medics hold before Optimus grabbed the mini-bot and held onto him before he made the Autobt settled onto his knee components. Optimus the forced the mini-bot to look up and look at Megatron; the youngling felt heat form on his frame of fear and anger but was kept in the same position.

Prowl quickly placed the stasis cuffs onto him that cut off his ability and his speed. The mini-bot bared his teeth when the tyrant stood up and walked to the mini-bot. "Welcome home my creation."

"I am not Creation…I never was and you will never be my creator." Bumblebee hissed at the warlord. Megraton lowered himself before his large servo touched Bumblebee grey face-plate; the mini-bots glare did nothing to derail the tyrant. Instead the thumb digit slipped into the mini-bot mouth before the tip pressed down onto the bottom mouth to force the mini-bot mouth open. Bumblebee struggled and tried to pull away but was held still by Prowl and Optimus.

"shh, don't fight; it will be over faster if you just comply." Megatron said before he bit his other wrist and blue energon rain down it. The smell was enticing to the mini-bot but he tried to pull away, tried to ignore the desire and the clear reminder he hadn't ate in vorns. He was held in place before Megatron placed the bleeding wrist over the mini-bot mouth and the mechling winced and shivered as the blue energon dripped into his mouth. The sweet nectar made his CPU fog, his tanks tightening when fuel was finally presented. A light moan slipped through his vocals, the feeling of pleasure of feeding.

"That's it 'bee, feed…let yourself loose and fill your stomach." Optimus whispered into the mini-bot audio receptors. Megatron removed his thumb from the mini-bot mouth; he lowered his wrist so the mini-bot could get more food. Fangs grew out of the youngling upper denta and when it was close enough he bit the wrist and sucked, when the stasis cuffs were removed he gripped the wrist and bit harder to get more of the blue life-force.

He shivered and moaned, his tanks filling up even more – his optics turned into a soft pink before the tyrant took it away from the youngling. Bumblebee wined before the larger mech pulled him into an embrace, "Welcome back my creation."