Adventures of the Chibi-'bee

By Nurannoniel Amruniel T.I.M.E.

A/N: You know, the usual. Oh, and Bee's snarky little opinions are his own, and don't necessarily reflect the real-life views of this author.

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Hey squishies, CB here. So anyways, it's been over a year since we've started this little project. Nothing's happened since then, which probably means that Ironhide's found the toaster that got us stuck here and has already sent him to the Pit and back. In other words, we're slagged. And since we ain't picking up signals anymore, me, Byte, and Kelsey have decided to scrap this thing. ("Besides," Kelsey says, "we think we saw someone writing pretty much the same story and they are probably doing a much better job of it.")

While the main story we had going is toast, I started up some personal logs on Kelsey's Gaia online account. What I'll do is every time I get a few entries done, I'll stick 'em up here in one bigger post for ya just in case you're still interested in how Byte and I are doing. Unless something changes, that's probably all you'll see up here now. So here they are, my first two log entries!

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Day 448

It's been two years since Byte and I first became stranded here, and a little more than a year since we detected the Decepticon signal in this area. Obviously it's gone again, or we wouldn't be sitting around here playing on your pitiful excuse for a world-wide online database. No more Autobots have appeared in the area, either. Maybe Ironhide finally blew the slagger that was landing us here to bits? Now there's a pleasant thought! :D

The squishy we've been living with restarted her college classes lately. Today is one of those days where she dragged me along to take notes for her. I guess I kind of owe it to her to help her out, since did I scrap her original laptop when I first got to this Universe... Whatever. Since letting her type doesn't take much processing power, I'm bored now. The dude teaching this... business class? really? C'mon, this is a joke... . Anyway, the dude teaching her class ain't really all that prepared for it, and the instructional videos he keeps showing would knock out a maintenance drone they're so dull. I'm not sure I want to know what today's guest speaker would've been like. Thank Primus he cancelled! If we could package this kind of power, the Decepticons would all be in stasis by now.

Squishy's poking me 'cuz she knows I ain't paying attention. Heh. Her problem, not mine.

"BEEEEP."

"Hey! *cough* Excuse me... .* I thought you promised not to do that in class anymore?"

:D

So what kind of slag is there for a bored, stranded micro-'bot to rant about? Other than how dirty your organic planet it. That's a given.

Meh, this "blog" thing ain't really doing much for my boredom, either. I guess I'll catch you later, squishies!

~CB

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Day 457

Got to have a good laugh at Byte today. He and the Squishy went out so she could meet one of her classmates to work on some presentation. They were on their way back when Byte thought he spotted one of Prime's squad commanders and my nick-namesake, Bumblebee, parked in the local convenience store's lot. Turns out it was just some fanboy's new camaro painted up to look like the commander. My Squishy had to stuff Byte in her purse just as he was transforming in the middle of the bus isle so no one would see him. Got himself tied up in his own speaker cords too! Dumb iPod was grumbling to me over the comm. line the remaining 3 blocks home. She still had him stuffed in her purse when her sibling told her to take their pet canine for a walk, which made his mood even worse, 'cuz she couldn't stop to take him out and untie him with her brother tossing the leash to her and shoving her out the door.

So he's still sulking, hanging half out of her purse and watching the dirty organic world go by when he spots a chevy Silverado. Not just any chevy Silverado; a bright yellow chevy Silverado with black racing stripes. Clearly Primus is taunting the micro-bot today. :D

So Byte's melting himself down with how annoyed he is, and all the squishy can say is,

"The camaro does it better."

Personally I jut think they're all jealous of me, but whatever. Maybe this planet isn't so bad after all?

~CB