Darkness. Pain. Misery. Cold. That was all Bumblebee felt at this moment. He's been laying here in a cell of some sort for days, weeks, months, years? He doesn't know. He's lost count.

The only thing keeping the young bot living, was hope. He held onto that. But now, even hope seems like it's fading.

The other Autobots haven't come. Optimus hasn't come. Bumblebee has been starting to believe that no one will ever be coming.

He hasn't been eating, recharging, or even moving. There was no strength left. That demon or whatever it was, hasn't even shown up since Bumblebee was thrown in the cell. All he knew was that thing took every ounce of energy and sucked it out of him when he was captured.

Groaning, Bumblebee shifted on the floor. He slowly opened his optics and watched as a figure came to stand at the cell door. It stared at the young bot. It's cold, dark figure had mist around its whole frame and there wasn't a face to glare at.

"Get up."

Bumblebee raised one optic. This was the first time this thing had spoken since his capture.

"Get. Up." The figure's voice boomed throughout the cell.

"...I...can't..." Bumblebee croaked. His voice was rash and harsh.

The figure stared that Bumblebee for a few more moments before unlocking the cage and walking towards the yellow Autobot.

Bumblebee started to tremble as the arms came down and lifted him up. He was jolted painfully and bounced in its arms. The figure spun around, causing Bumblebee's helm and legs to smack against the walls.

"Ugh...thanks...that felt...real nice..." Bumblebee remarked as he started to see blackness cloud his vision.

"I'll do it again even harder next time." The figure snapped.

"Just...make sure...not to...hit...my good...side..." Bumblebee smirked back.

"Quit being a smartass or you'll be dead soon."

"Ya...soon." Bumblebee's optics rolled back he went limp in the figures arms.

Hours later, Bumblebee, now wide awake, was laying on a bed that chained his arms and legs down on it. He looked around and watched as the figure walked back and fourth from the bed to a tool table. The table was more of a science looking table that humans would perform laboratories on. Wires and devices were laying on the table and Bumblebee watched as he was hooked up to a machine.

"You will not move. You will not call for help. Nobody will hear you. Nobody will come for you," the figure said walking up to Bumblebee, "I will break you. I will forever be haunted in your dreams and you will forever be my servant." The figure had leaned down to the point where the fog around it was making its way into Bumblebee's lungs and he started to cough.

"Over my dead body, you son of a b..." Bumblebee was cut off as a shock of electricity went throughout his body. Each pulse felt like a million daggers piercing through his frame. He bit his lips and kept himself from screaming as his frame shook violently. He jerked and jolted on the bed as the figure turned off the machine.

"Impressive, little one," the figure said chuckling. It walked over to the yellow bot. "I always knew you'd be one of the best. No wonder Optimus chose you as his successor."

"...w...what?" Bumblebee croaked breathing hard.

"So he never told you?" The figure said but Bumblebee could tell, even if the figure didn't seem to have a face, that it was smirking.

"T...tell me...what?" Bumblebee asked again.

"Each prime chooses a successor in order to take over when they perish. The successor must contain five qualities. Integrity. Bravery. Wisdom. Will-power. And confidence. You possess each of those and they are extremely hard to contain. Especially for those like you."

"Like me?" Bumblebee asked. He raised his head and stared at the figure.

"Yes. When Optimus found you back on Cybertron, you were one of the very last sparklings to be found alive. You were sick, weak, fragile. Nobody thought you would live. But ere you are. You excelled in your training from the very beginning. You were the top of all your classes and you were and still are the most determined to fight for the best cause. Optimus believed in you and he chose you for his successor."

Bumblebee was shocked. Optimus chose him? HIM!? He couldn't believe it.

"Wait," Bumblebee asked, "how do you know all this?"

The figure leaned down and was now face to face with Bumblebee, "because I was there when Optimus told me this."

"What do you m..." Bumblebee paused as the figure removed it's cloak and the mist disappeared, "no. No. No! NO! PLEASE NO! YOU CAN'T BE HER! YOU WERE KILLED! WE TRUSTED YOU! YOU...WHY!?" Bumblebee cried as he looked into the female's right blue optics.

"Hello Bumblebee."

Hey guys! I'm so fricking sorry about the wait. School is coming to an end and I haven't been able to finish the chapter. But I went on a trip this week and was able to finish. Sorry that this chapter is shorter than the other chapters.

I have so many ideas for this story and as you can tell, I needed the chapter with a cliffhanger! I personally hate those but it adds more intensity to the story. I know from experience.

Anyway, here at last is Chapter 6 and Chaoter 7 is coming very soon!

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Until next time!