Bumblebee hopped around the floor in glee, under the desk and over the chairs and couches throughout the room. Occasionally, he even just used the couches as his personal trampolines. That was until he bounced too high and used it as leverage to sprint off, right into the control panel for the door. His face smashed against the button that opened it and he fell down to the floor, tears building within his optics as he realized what just happened.
The doors sprung unsealed to reveal the halls of the thirtieth floor of the Tower.
The baby gave a whine as he rubbed his eyes, calling to anyone who was able to hear it.
No one came.
Wiping more tears with his arm, he cried out again.
Still no reply.
Bee sniffled a little before peeking around the corner of the doorway. The halls were as empty as his stomach. That reminded him, he was hungry, but the only person he knew that could have food for him was his protector. If he found his protector, he'd find food, right?
He remembered his protector had placed him in the room. For what reason, he didn't know. Now that the door was open, he could find his protector and be by his side once more, not to mention cease his hunger. Not wanting to wait for the larger bots to come, he bolted down the hall to his right.
A few minutes later...
A shadow covered the open door of the office, peering into the small chamber. Its owner sniffed the air, growling when it noticed the room was empty but a scent lingered from it, producing a small trail to the right of it. It let out a moan as it immediately took off to find the scent's origin.
Bumblebee crawled on all fours quickly, sniffing around unusual and unfamiliar objects while also looking out for anybody he knew. When he came to a bulkier door with bio lights, curiosity got the better of him. He got up on his hind legs and pressed the button to see what the door was hiding from view. As they slid back, he carefully approached it, gawking at its contents inside.
Several metal tables, some holding microchips and parts, lined two walls with a huge monitor covering a majority of one of the vertical flat surfaces. The baby slowly made his way to the center of the room, turning in a circle to get a good look at the chamber's residential objects. He paused when an unusual curved monstrosity of an item was within his sights. He approached it with confusion, giving a soft whine.
Suddenly, lights flashed on the mechanism and it groaned loudly with its appendages beginning to circulate partially within it. Bumblebee jolted back and sprinted back out of the room, running non-stop down stairs, which took him several minutes to get down the steep steps individually, across flat areas, and dodge obstacles that littered the halls.
Soon, he grew tired, lost. He backed himself into a corner after finally stopping near a desk on a floor he was not familiar with. Curling into a ball, he felt hot liquids once again run down his face. He didn't know what that thing was and he had no idea where his protector was. He was alone.
The baby gave a heart-wrenching cry, repeating it over and over in different directions in the hope somebody would save him.
He suddenly felt the ground shake as footsteps sounded, coming closer, louder until it froze beside the desk. The sparkling popped his helm out of the corner to see what it was but was startled when something nuzzled him. He gave a short squeak before realizing who it was.
His protector, Ultra Magnus, had come back. Ultra was on his knees, having his hands supporting him as he used his face to assure the baby it was okay. He then used the digits of his servo to dry the optics of the baby. The tears he wiped clean off of the poor sparkling's eyes dripped off his fingertips before he gently placed Bee in his arms, continuing to comfort him.
The baby cooed as he rubbed his cheek against the larger one of his protector. Purring, he quickly started to doze off, taking advantage of being in the safe hold of the Magnus. In return, Ultra smiled as Bee gave a small yawn, pressing against his chest to sleep after the whole incident prior.
Bumblebee always made him worry, but today made him almost panic. But as long as he had his little troublemaker back, nothing else mattered to him.
AN: One of my friends gave me the idea of what would happen if he got lost and got scared. At first I was like "scaring a baby by leaving him alone isn't the best thing to write about" blah blah blah, so on and so forth. But all throughout Chemistry, she kept telling me all these ideas and finally I gave in. So this is the result.