The first thing Bumblebee became aware of was a cold jolt that shot through his body, pulling him out of the inky darkness of unconsciousness in a harsh yank and back to the living world.
In an instant he was aware and all too quickly he wasn't. His mind was numb. Every limb on his body felt heavy and stiff with little energy in his being. His optics were open yet he couldn't see anything at all except shapeless blurs. He tried to speak but he couldn't make a single sound. The numbing began to spread through his body, pulling his mind down into darkness, and all too soon he fell back to a dreamless sleep.
He didn't know how long it was when he awoke again, but this time most of the young god's senses had returned. He was partially aware that he was on a bed, one that was thick and plush that was soft under his touch. Much nicer than his old bed back home, which should have alarmed him more if he had the energy to do so.
Instead, he took the time to look around where he laid, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings. Which wasn't much from what he could see. Just a wall, an old looking vanity, and a door further down left of it. The vanity mirror didn't provide much as he could only partially see himself in the dim light of the room. His reflection stared back at him, looking tired and drained just as much as he felt. Pulling the cover weakly over his helm, he went back to sleep.
Nothing changed much when he awoke a third time, though he did manage to move his body under the covers to lay on his other side. The new view was almost as plain as the first one, though this time he could see a small bookshelf and what appeared to be a covered window with just the barest bit of light glowing behind the seams. At least he wasn't in total darkness as he thought, giving him some comfort as he stared at the covered window for a long undetermined amount of time before drifting off again.
The biggest change happened when he awoke for the fourth time, aroused from his restless slumber by when he started to become aware enough to feel he was being touched. Cracking open one of his optics, he gazed up to see a large dark being sitting beside the bed, fiddling with one of his servos.
He tried to jerk and back away, but his body was too weak so all he managed to do was flinch. The movement hadn't gone unnoticed by the figure.
"… jou're avake." The figure spoke softly, almost sounding relieved to the young god. "Zat's good." They hummed softly. "Zat's very good."
Bumblebee had to struggle hearing that last part. He didn't focus on it much though as his attention was solely turning to his servo in the figure's grasp. He could feel that the figure was pressing down on the palm of his servo. The room was still dark, but he could barely make out something wrapped around it.
"Jour zervo is healing nicely as vell." The figure spoke, seemingly catching Bumblebee staring at his servo. "It closed up a vhile ago, zo at least jou aren't at risk of getting an infection now. Zough it's probably best zat ve still keep it vrapped up for a vhile longer." There was a quick sound, something that sounded like a wheel spinning rapidly before stopping abruptly. "Jou never know vhat jou could contract down here! Hehehehe."
"Down… here?" Bumblebee weakly replied, his voice scratching with dryness. He cringed in pain, subconsciously reaching with his free servo towards his neck.
"Easy. Easy." A large servo grabbed his servo, engulfing it with its sheer size that if the young god had any energy left in him, he would have been in awe at the size difference. Instead, he just blinked slowly and gazed up at the figure. "Jou've been out for a vhile. I zink it's best not to rush zis und let jour body adjust at its own pace."
Bumblebee only let out a low whine, letting his body go limp on the bed. A part of him knew that something was up and he should be questioning things going on, but his mind was too tired to push for answers and his voice couldn't work for him. So he just let the figure tend to his servo till he was pulled back into unconsciousness.
The pattern didn't change much after that. Bumblebee would wake up for a brief time, testing how much mobility he had and gazing around the room before going back to sleep. A few times he woke up to see the figure, either fiddling with his servo or sitting in an armchair he hadn't noticed earlier reading a book. Sometimes the figure would notice that he was awake and talk with him. Most of it was just rambling or asking how he felt, but Bumblebee did appreciate that they would talk to him.
A few times Bumblebee managed to respond and talk a little with the figure, getting stronger and stronger every passing waking hour he was in. The figure seemed to enjoy that he was getting stronger, making pleased noises every time Bumblebee managed to make more than just quick sentences and quips.
It wasn't till one solar cycle bumblebee woke up felt… different.
He didn't feel constantly tired or weak any more, but that wasn't what felt different. Shifting on the bed, Bumblebee slowly sat up, testing how much mobility he had. He stopped once he was sitting up, pausing to make sure he wouldn't get dizzy or hit with sudden weakness. When that didn't happen, the young god plucked up the courage to move the cover off him, scooting towards the edge and swinging his legs off.
Testing his ability, Bumblebee eased himself off the bed carefully, keeping his movements slow and steady as he stood on his peds for the first time in a long while. When he was sure he wasn't going to fall or lose his balance, he took a moment to gaze around the room with a new perspective.
Now having a higher advantage, he could see that the room was much larger than he first thought. It was certainly larger than his room back home. This one had more room that he could possibly fit five or six horses in here comfortably. The bed he had been laying on this whole time was a queen size, double the size of his old bed.
At the wall facing the foot of the bed was a pair of doors he had missed. One was a regular standard wooden door, the other next to it's right was a glass sliding door made out of stained glass depicting a forest. Being curious, Bumblebee opened the sliding door first, finding it to be only an empty closet with nothing notable inside. Closing that, he went over to the other door, finding it not only to be well lit but to also contain a bathroom inside.
Though it wasn't normally decorated like the normal bathrooms he knew. The floor was decorated with small tiles, shaping into a six part swirl in the center with colors of deep blue and light beige. The sink was an odd one, cut in dark marble placed in one far end of the counter and a small winding trail leading to the other end where the drain was. He couldn't see where the shower was, only a dark empty space behind a stained glass slide depicting a coral reef door when he ventured further in and looked to the right, figuring the room wasn't complete yet.
On the wall above the sink hung a full mirror wall with small vines and flowers decorating along the lines. This gave Bumblebee a chance to look at himself.
He didn't look too much different. His skin was still bright yellow where it should be and his face was still a nice shade of grey and was pleased with himself to find his horns still on his helm. The only thing that seemed to be out of place was his clothes. Bumblebee looked down at himself, frowning at all the wrinkles in them. How long had he slept in these? Judging by the smell of them, it had been a while.
Now that he got a good look at himself, he wondered what compelled him to even wear such colors. The deep hue of purple along with bright red spiraling decals was not a good look on him. Even the red sash didn't go well with it.
Striping the sash off, Bumblebee left it on the counter and left the bathroom to explore more of the room. He searched the vanity, finding its draws empty and nothing noteworthy, though with the bookcase he found a few interesting assortment of literature stacked in it.
His gaze kept going back and forth between the covered window and the door beside the vanity. He was compelled to open the door and explore more but another part of him wanted to pull back the curtain and see what was hidden behind it.
To explore or see what's outside? To explore or take a peek?
It was a long debate before the young god decided to take a small peek. It couldn't hurt to see where he was right? He could probably get a good idea of where he was.
Pushing back the current, Bumblebee blinked a couple times. He rubbed his optics and looked again, trying to comprehend if what he was seeing was real or if he was dreaming.
He had to be dreaming, for out beyond the window laid a world Bumblebee had never seen before. It looked like a small garden that some god or goddess had taken and made it into a forest of wonder. He could see plants the size of a small wagon, overgrown bushes with purple and orange leaves shaped into beasts he read in stories, mushrooms that could tower over a god his size if he stood under one, and wild vines creeping around patches of fence he could manage to see all around, all glowing bright against the darkness. Far behind the massive garden he could barely see a tall line of trees reaching high. Were it not for the odd colors that he knew some of the plants he could identify shouldn't be, he would have thought he was back home waking up from a dream in the small garden Boss-Bot had at the back of the house.
Boss-Bot.
The young god cringed, suddenly hit with guilt and worry. Oh slag. He had forgotten about them. No doubt he would notice Bumblebee was missing by now.
Without sparing another thought at the strange garden outside, Bumblebee headed for the door.
This is a strange house. Bumblebee thought, looking at the decor and paintings that were hung and placed about.
He didn't give them much mind at first, he was more worried about getting home and back to Boss-Bot, but after a while of trying to find the exit and getting turned around, Bumblebee was forced to stop and think. When he did, he started taking in his surroundings.
Whoever owned this place had an odd taste, though he should have guessed that from the bathroom from earlier.
From the ceiling to the floor, Bumblebee found an odd assortment of strange things. From a painting depicting nothing but a stone that sat smack dab in the center, to a statue made out of twisted metal that had been bent in unnatural ways yet also completely in some form of unity that made it work. What was worse was that there was very little lighting, with only enough for him to see where he was going.
Sometimes the rooms he ventured in were normal while others were completely too crazy to step in, so he avoided those as best he could. The rooms he could recognize were large, shaped and fitted for gods probably four times his own size, which both awed the young god and irked Bumblebee at the same time.
So, whoever owned this place was both an oddball and much taller than him. Great. Just what he needed. Another god or goddess who towered over him. Did the universe just love to pick on him for his size or something?
And the owner was apparently rich too.
He may have lived in moderation for most of his life, but Bumblebee could tell a colored rock from a priceless stone any day. It had taken him a while to figure out that the cut stones in the walls that appeared sometimes were real and authentic. Even some of the books he looked at in what he assumed was the library were one of a kind and rare. The kind you could only find in the heavens. The heavens!
Boss-Bot had one of those types of books before, one that he liked to read to himself before bed. Bumblebee couldn't remember what it was about, he had been around four and a half stellar cycles old when he accidentally destroyed it. Whoops. And apparently the book had also been one of a kind too, so it was impossible to replace. So double whoops.
Still, while some parts of this place was odd, Bumblebee couldn't help but think it felt somewhat homey to him. Odd decorations and strange rooms aside, this place had a nice touch to it that he found to be comforting and spacious.
"Oh come on." Bumblebee groaned, seeing that he had once again entered what he could only possibly assume was the living room. He was sure that he had passed by this place five times already. What was with this place? When he thought he figured out a decent layout of the place it switched up on him, even when he was certain that he was heading in a straight line and gone back the way he had gone down previously before.
Sighing heavily, Bumblebee walked over to the couch, flopping down on it with a huff.
The living room was just as odd as the rest of the house. The couch was in a circular shape surrounding a small fire pit in a lowered section with steps to get in and out of it, giving the room a high elevation appearance. Hanging from the ceiling were strange and odd wind chimes, from metal to glass and wood. Bumblebee was certain wind chimes were normally supposed to be hung outside instead of indoors.
Though they were nice to look at. And the couch was nice to lay on. Maybe he could—
FOCUS BUMBLEBEE!
Shaking his helm, Bumblebee got off the couch. He had to make it back home or Boss-Bot would kill him for being out for so long.
He moved to one of the dark walls that wasn't covered or blocked by strange items, pressing his helm against it. Maybe he could cut a hole in the wall? He would apologize to the owner later when he came back with Boss-Bot. Knocking his knuckles against the wall, listening carefully for a hollow sound.
What he hoped to listen for hadn't happened. Instead, Bumblebee thought he heard something else. Pressing his helm further against the wall, listening closely to a faint sound that sounded like… a faint heartbeat. At first he though it was his own spark he was hearing, but the beats were off and much deeper and slower than what his spark was beating at.
Officially creeped out now, Bumblebee slowly stepped away from the wall. "Okay. I'm getting more and more creep out by this place." The young god gazed around the room slowly. "Points for creativity and a nice homey touch, but still a little creepy for my taste."
Sighing, Bumblebee rubbed the back of his helm, uncertain of what to do now. "I wish there was a window so I could see where I am." He muttered sullenly, pondering how to escape this place and get back home. He looked around the room again, wondering which route to take when his optics landed on the wall behind him.
The young god blinked. And blinked again. Was he seeing things? Shutting and rubbing his optics, Bumblebee slowly opened them and… nope. He wasn't.
Right where there had previously been only just a wall now had a single simple window. He thought it was his optics playing tricks in the low lighting, but his doubts were quickly tossed away when he reached out and touched the cool glass.
"… this can't be real." The young god murmured in frightful awe. He was certain that just moments ago there was no window, but now here was one. A sudden scary thought entered his mind. Was this place enchanted? It would explain the rooms and always returning to the living room despite going down many different pathways.
It was probably the only way to explain it.
Gazing at the window, Bumblebee peered through the glass and frowned. The scenery outside was the same as the one he saw from the window in the room he was in, only now he could see it from a bottom view. Everything looked so much bigger from this new angle and much more unusual that Bumblebee was even more certain that he was dreaming.
"There's no way this is real. It can't be." Bumblebee muttered to himself, trying to find a possible path for an exit he could use when he found a way to get outside. "I'm just dreaming. This is only a dream and I'll wake up back home and… and…" Bumblebee's voice trailed off when he turned his gaze upwards.
What he had expected was the sky. A sky he normally saw every day. Bright and clear with the sun shining against the blue sky of a beautiful morning, or dark and could with countless white dots against a dark blanket of the night with the moon glowing overhead.
But it wasn't there.
None of it was there.
There was only a wall.
A dark, grey, earthly stone wall with large looming stalactites hanging from it.
Far away above at a height that shouldn't be possible for normal caves. None of the caves he had explored in his younger youth ever had such high ceilings. Even when he was smaller, the cave ceilings weren't far above his helm like the sky.
But that wasn't possible. He had been to many deep caves and none of them were ever like this. Maybe. Maybe this was all an illusion. Or maybe a dream.
Yes! A dream! He was still sleeping! He had to be!
"It's not real." Bumblebee pressed his servos against the glass. "N-none of this is… real." He gazed out at the plants, willing them to go away. "It's just a dream." He kept blinking, holding his optics shut for a while with each blink in hopes that he would open them to familiar sights of his old room. "Just a dream." He backed away from the window, holding his helm tightly. "I'll wake up soon."
Something touched his shoulder, stopping the young god in place.
"I'm afraid jou're already avake little god." The voice was smooth and cool, sending shivers down Bumblebee's spine as he slowly turned his helm.
Behind him stood the figure, the one who kept visiting him when he drifted in and out of consciousness. But now that his mind was clear and he could think again, he realized many things.
One was that this figure was tall. Taller than his best friend, taller than Boss-Bot, taller than anyone he knew. This mech was probably three times Bumblebee's size, maybe more. Bumblebee didn't know many others outside his friends, but he had a feeling this mech could tower over everything just by his height alone.
The mech's clothes consisted of the colors of purple and beige, with dark black gloves that one of which was laid on his shoulder. A cape of deep purple was draped over the mech's shoulders, with shoulder pad covered in large spikes. Bumblebee shuddered in horror when his optics landed on a skull embedded on one of the spikes, with something telling him it wasn't just a decoration.
The mech's helm was covered by a beige colored helmet, his face covered by a mask that wouldn't reveal any of the mech's features. Except one.
The visor, which sat right where optics should be, was staring right down at him, allowing the young god to get a good look at the color and deeply wishing this was just a prank.
But no matter how much he stared, how long he looked without blinking, how hard his spark was pounding and deeply wanting to be somewhere else right now, he couldn't deny it.
Though he could not see the mech's optics, the bright red of his visor was all Bumblebee needed to know that he stood in the presence of a Decepticon.
Bumblebee jerked away, stumbling back till his back hit against the wall, staring wide at the Decepticon before him in fear and alarm.
"Easy." The Decepticon lifted his servos, showing the large appendages that looked ready to crush a rock into pebbles. "Easy. I'm not going to hurt jou."
"Like slag you are!" Bumblebee shot back, his optics darting around to find an exit.
"I'm not." The Decepticon insisted, taking a step closer to Bumblebee. The young god pressed his back closer to the window. Blindly he hit the glass with his elbow, hoping to break it and use it as an escape route. The Decepticon paused, tilting his helm slightly. "Vhat exactly are jou trying to accomplish?"
"Escaping!" Bumblebee growled, continuing to hit the window with his elbow. "What else would I be doing?!"
The Decepticon stared at him for a long moment, watching Bumblebee continue to hit the window, which was starting to hurt his elbow. "… vell." The larger mech spoke after a long pause of silence, crossing his arms over his chest. "Jou could be paying off jour punishment like ve agreed on."
Bumblebee paused, looking at the Decepticon in confusion. "Punishment? For what?"
"For killing my favorite." The Decepticon hummed, lifting one of his servos and gazed at it. "Jou did agree to be my zervant for a zousand ztellar cycles to zpare zee life of zee one jou care most about, remember?"
Bumblebee was about to refute that claim, but stopped and thought about it. When he did, an icy cold realization came crashing down on him as memories flooded his mind.
No. No this could be. This. This wasn't real. He had to be dreaming. This was just… a-a-a dream.
"Believe me." The Decepticon spoke, as if he read Bumblebee's tumbling mind. "Jou are not dreaming."
His knees felt weak, failing to support him as he fell to the ground. The memories played the events that led to here, everything that transpired and who exactly stood before him. His optics began to blur, his servos shaking as his breathing hitched. Before he could stop himself, Bumblebee curled in on himself and began to cry.
"Feeling better?"
Bumblebee shook his helm, pressing himself into the couch with his knees hugged against his chest, subconsciously thinking that if he pressed back hard enough he could disappear into the cushions and never come out again.
Across from him, Blitzwing sat on the other side watching him. Throughout his life, Bumblebee had heard various stories about the mech before him, all of them depicting how crazy and evil the god was. Now that the God of Chaos was before him, Bumblebee didn't know what to do.
A large part of him wanted to run, to get away from the mech as far as he could. But a more rational part of him knew that was impossible. He was bound to duty to the mech and he even gave his own word to serve the Decepticon. Boss-Bot had always reminded him how Autobots must always keep their word, no matter what.
He really wished Autobots weren't so honored bound to their words, cause then he could slip away when he found the chance and escape without looking back.
But that was the thing. He couldn't go back on his word. If he did, Blitzwing would more than likely go back on his word and kill the one he treasured most. That wasn't something he wanted to ever happen. But it also meant that he was bound to serve Blitzwing for a thousand stellar cycles.
No matter how hard he looked at it, there was no easy way out of this mess he was in.
He let out a low pained whine, hugging his knees tighter. He knew he was a bit of a trouble maker, but this took it to a whole new level of bad!
"Aaaaaawwwwww, zee little god is upzet." Bumblebee lifted his optics to shoot Blitzwing a small glare. "As he zhould be."
"Well excuse me for trying to handle the situation I'm in." Bumblebee spat back, not caring if such action would get him in trouble. "Anyone in my position would be in shock and denial. And quite frankly, it's considered normal to be upset to be forced into slavery to a insane evil mech."
The room shook with great force as Blitzwing suddenly jumped to his feet, landing over the fire pit that had served as a small barrier between the two gods as the cape that covered most of his body transformed into a pair of leathery bat wings that towered over its owner in a menacing display.
"I AM NOT INZANE!" Blitzwing roared at Bumblebee's face, the air around him growing so hot that the young god could feel the heat burning his skin.
Bumblebee let out a small screaming, ducking down and covered his helm, shaking with fright while expecting a harsh blow. After a while, the heat slowly died down till it was bearable again. Bumblebee dared open one optic, peeking up at the Decepticon curiously with a heavy dose of caution.
"I… please, refrain from ever calling me zat. It… deeply gets on my nerves." Blitzwing spoke softly as he moved back behind the fire pit, his wings shifting back into a cape. "Und jou zhould vatch jour tongue little god. An attitude like zat down here vill zurely land jou in bigger trouble zan vhere jou are now."
Down here.
Bumblebee could feel a lump lodge in his throat. He had a sickening feeling to what Blitzwing meant by 'down here'.
"I really am in the Underworld." Bumblebee whispered.
"Yep! Jou are!" Blitzwing threw his arms in the air, spinning on one leg. "Jou are in zee Undervorld! In my home! Zitting on my couch! In my realm! ZURPRISE! AHAHAHAHAHA!"
Bumblebee keened lowly. No. No this wasn't real. This was just a dream. It had to be a dream. It. It…
But the more his optics darted around the room, trying to find something that would show him that none of this was real, the more and more he couldn't deny it.
The rooms full of odd things. This place. This realm. The mech who was spinning around cackling like a mad man with red optics hidden behind the visor.
It only screamed one thing to Bumblebee.
He was in the Underworld.
His stomach lurched in pain. A gasp escaped his mouth before he could cover it up, slapping a servo over it as something crawled up the back of his throat and burned. Before he realized what he had done, he was leaning over the fire pit, purging in the cracking fire.
It hurt. Everything hurt. His stomach felt like it was on fire and impaled at the same time
It took a while for his purging to stop, but even then his body still tried to expel something that wasn't there. He whined pitfully, gripping the pit's edge with what little strength he had left in him. When it finally passed, Bumblebee leaned away, falling back against the couch while weakly wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His stomach was still in pain, preventing the young god from relaxing completely and sapping his energy away.
He didn't have the energy to flinch when he felt a servo brush against his helm. "Are jou… alright?" Bumblebee managed to open one of his optics, glaring pittfully at the Decepticon.
"… I zuppose not." Blitzwing sighed heavily. "Jou must ztill be adjusting to zee binding contract. Zough, it zhould have zolidified by now."
Bumblebee could only groan in response, barely flinching when he was suddenly scooped up into Blitzwing's arms. He leaned against the mech, completely unable to be mad or do anything as the large mech began carrying him.
"I really had hoped zat it had finished zealing by now. It has been a few days zince jou arrived here." Blitzwing muttered. To himself or quietly making conversation, Bumblebee didn't know or bring himself to care. He felt horrible and weak. He hadn't felt this bad before, not since his youngling days.
In those days, he was more prone to getting sick thanks to his weak immune system. Those days sucked greatly as Bumblebee was always confined to his bed and had to suffer through the sickness till it passed. This was almost like those days, except back then Boss-Bot had been there to help care for him.
Boss-Bot.
Bumblebee whined painfully at the thought of his caretaker. His poor caretaker. Had they noticed his absence by now? Probably. Blitzwing did say it had been a few days now since he got to the Underworld. Boss-Bot was sure to be panicking over his absence. He always had before.
"Boss… bot…" Bumblebee mumbled weakly before he passed out.
Blitzwing sighed quietly as the smaller god in his arms went limp.
He honestly hadn't expected the little god so soon. And in the middle of the night as well. At least it was a good sign that the contract wasn't rejecting him. Blitzwing wasn't sure what he'd do if it had rejected the Autobot if it found something in the conditions that wouldn't work.
"It's bad enough zat jou're here little god." Blitzwing whispered, running his thumb over Bumblebee's cheek. "I vould have much preferred ve met under different circumstances. But vhat's done is done."
Finally reaching the spare room Bumblebee had been occupying for the last couple of days, Blitzwing carefully laid the smaller mech on the plush bedded, making sure they were comfortable as he settled them in. His gaze went to one of Bumblebee's servos, lifting it up carefully and inspecting the palm, making a pleased noise when he saw that the cut had healed over completely.
"At least jou von't be getting a nasty reminder everyday." He mused quietly, placing the servo down and tucked the cover over the mech. His gaze lingered on the mech for a long while, watching as they quietly slept.
The young god had taken the shock quite well, despite breaking down in tears and curling into a ball. Blitzwing honestly felt bad watching the small Autobot crumple to the ground after the reality of his situation set in. He wished that he had locked the door first before leaving earlier so that he could have more time to prepare.
It was a good thing he didn't do anything too weird for his first impression, though he had a feeling that Bumblebee wasn't seeing him in a good light at the moment. Despite the Autobot being in his service now, Blitzwing really hadn't expected them to agree to being his servant.
He hadn't had a servant since… ever. He had seen plenty of his fellow comrades with servants of their own. Though from the treatment he had seen them in, he didn't want that. Not for the little god he had in his home.
Bumblebee was his servant, but Blitzwing wasn't going to treat him like one. He had promised Bumblebee that he would be a good master to him and make his life comfortable here for the next thousand stellar cycles, and he wasn't keen on breaking that promise.
With a small sigh, Blitzwing left the room, leaving the young god to sleep in peace.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he glanced at one of the walls, glaring from behind his visor at it. "Und vhat's jour excuse, hm? I told jou to keep him in zee upper area if he voke up, und yet jou let him vander about nearly every zection of zee place!"
The wall just stood there, unable to answer Blitzwing's question.
The Decepticon sighed, dragging a servo over his helmet. "It vas lucky zat he didn't get to any of zee more… unsettling areas. Zat vould have not gone vell."
"Ztill, I vould like it if he is only allowed in zee living room und zee room he's zet up in. He's not ready to take everyzing in, und I vould rather his mind ztill be functional for a long time coming zo jou better not try to pull anyzing, got it?" He poked the wall.
When he was done speaking, a thin crack appeared where Blitzwing had poked the wall.
"Oh don't be zuch a baby." Blitzwing huffed, moving down the hall. "He zaid it was homey, jou can deal vith zat. Or vould jou rather I placed him in one of my other homes in one of zee lower levels?"
The hallway shuddered and the path before him was suddenly gone and replaced by a wall. Blitzwing just stood there, crossing his arms and gazed up at the ceiling. "Vell, vhat's it going to be zen? Are jou going to comply or am I going to have to move?"
There was a moment of silence before the wall turned back into a pathway. "I'm glad ve agree on zomezing." Blitzwing huffed, continuing on his way before pausing. "… If he vakes again, makes zure zat he can only get to zee living room, his room, or zee kitchen. It's been a few days, zo he might need zomezing to nibble on. Und make zure zee bathroom is functional as vell." Blitzwing cringed a bit, recalling the bad stench the young god's clothes were covered in. "A warm zhower might be good for him. Und maybe new clothes as vell. I vonder if he even zells clothes for mechs his zize?" Blitzwing muttered, entering a black door that shut with a silent click behind him.