A Purple mech with bronze and black armor stared the black screen. He had a light blue circle above his optics. I wonder when I am going to stop staring at the screen. Long Arm thought to himself. He gazed to the door.

He shelters a recovering Olivia inside his room.

"Hello old friend." A voice belonging to Nuckle Head said, standing in front of Long Arm's office. The mech became startled. "It's me. NuckleHead. I got the girl with me."

"What girl?" Long Arm asked. standing up from his desk. His colors became like TFA Ratchet's once he Recognized Nucklehead.

"Nightstar." Nucklehead said, reaching out his servo and re-opened it to show the unconcois girl. "I want you to keep shelter for this girl. She needs to sort out the lies that have been introduced into her mind."

Long Arms jaw dropped.

"SHE WAS BRAINWASHED?!" He asked, being totally femilar with the concept.

"Shhh, not too loud." Nucklehead said, placing her onto the mech's desk. "If she falls into the Autobot hands...All is lost for the Decepticons. She'll kill them one by one because they trust her. She trusts them. She must get that retainable memory...or else she's a brainwashed minion for the Autobots forever...No hope."

Long Arm nods.

"How much rest?" He asked.

"A few months at least. She's needs the dream..Because after she awakes. Her mind will sort out everything or probably have done it in her sleep." Nucklehead said, glowing a bright yellow. His optics landed on the girl. "Take care of that girl."

"I will."

Long Arm sighed,slouching in his chair. Everyone is doing something important except himself. He is just the bot who gave intel to the Decepticons. He has all captured Decepticons sent to a spacebridge which brings them back to anyway except for the stockades.

Except Wasp.

I hate what I had done. Longarm thought, leaning back in his chair. "It was the only thing I could do. Stop that Autobot from reporting me." He is ashamed of his desperate action. "The Autobots lost a great warrior and we gained him...I hope He isn't told it's all my fault."

He cupped his head into his own servos. "So many things I regret. Having Lockdown forcefully take the Protoforms from That ninja guy...I pity Prowl's invovlement of being re-assigned to Optimus's team."

He looked to the incomplete picture Lugnut had sent him.

"What a sweet family." Long Arm thought, resting his arm on the arm of the chair he sat in. He sighed at happy family. He didn't have one. It just made him envy Them even more. His color turned into Ratchet's theme color from TFA.

/Dedication to what started the interest in Shattered Dreams in the first place/

Bumblebee is happy, proud, and excited that they had won;. However. Something was wrong. Bulkhead solemny tapped the shoulder of Bumblebee like he knew something is going to happen within the minutes.

"Bee, I am so sorry...This is all a dream."

Bumblebee staggered back.

"You gotta be joking!" He said.

"He;s right. We are just holographic and imaginary characteristics...You're a human bumblebee." Optimus nodded, Turing away from the short Autobot. "Everything is a lie. Your dreams of heroisim is not possible. Just for the Decepticons it is."

"Sorry best buddy. I justt...I didn'..." Sari rubbed her shoulders as she began to become faded away.

"Take care of yourself. Everything you see isn't what you expected." Ratchet added. "Prowl was deleted. so we had to make a split decision. You are a kid. I wish you the best of luck out there in the Shattered World."

Everybot became shimmered and his gaze was blurred.

"GUYS!"

Bumblebee yelled as the entire dream ended for him and his upcoming adventure in reality. It shattered like glass. His eyes opened to another universe, The REALITY of all things was in a building where he survived a test project alone.

He took off the head like object.

"W...Where am I?" He said, with tears in his eyes. He heared wheels of a ninja bot headed his way. He had to run.

He ran out of the building to a red darkened sky, The road was polluted by trash cans all over the place, and a certian ninja bot is headed his way. He became hopefull about the mech. However...That wasn't his prowl.

"Hai Prowl!" Bee gladly said, running towards the motorcycle.

Prowl kicked him away. "You lived too long human!"

He was about to launge at him when Ivy as a teenager and Megatron came into action. "Hey, don't hurt a kid!" Auto yelled, punching at the mech's knee caps so hard it made a big wound bleeding energon.

Megatron used his fusion canon on the ninja bot.

"Megatron...as a good guy?" Bumblebee said, taking several steps back.

"One of the last projected humans." Megatron said, refering to his rambles in which humans were used to test out what life would have been under the circumstance of the Cons being bad and the Autobots being good. Only ONE managed to become a Autobot. and that was Bee. His counterpart was automatically added to their universe. "Bumblebee."

The Horrified boy is cluess and scared.

/End/

Zooooooooooooooooom!

"LONGARMI'VEGOTSOMEIMPORTANTNEWS-THATYOURADECEPTICON!" Blurr said aloud,zipping out of the room after seeing his optics were a light blue.

"How much it pains me to do this." Long Arm said, pressing a button underneath the table. The walls squeezed Blurr untill he was a cube from all four sides. He got up from his desk. LongArm's color returned to it's Autobot theme.

He walked down the hallway...When his foot bumped into the cube.

"Ah." He said, picking it up. "There you are."

He dumped the cube into a nearby Trashcan and returned to his room. Where Olivia is still recovering gradually and slowly,one day after another, where she played out her own entire world for as long the thread lasts.

This isn't going to continue like this.