Many years ago... Actually, not that many, a mysterious cloud came over near the town of Witwicky, Pennsylvania. The cloud was no normal cloud. Inside, it carried a phenomenon like no other, a source of power so great, that many races would fight to get their hands on it. Life-bearing Energon, sourced from the All-spark itself. And soon, the cloud found itself hovering over a particular mall. And with a mighty KRAKOOM*, the cloud zapped the last of its life giving Energon into the aforementioned mall, bringing inanimate objects to life as beings known as BotBots. But little did these tiny creatures know, their race wasn't isolated to their mall, nor were they the first created. I did say that the last of this Energon was used on the mall, didn't I?

In a cargo truck, in between Pennsylvania, and West Virginia

Inside of this truck were toys. In particular, toys from the Diaclone line, famous for its toys focused in vehicular combat. The toys however, weren't packaged. On the floor of the truck, was a tiny "city" of sorts. Kaon. Home of the self proclaimed "Transformers". And look, a pair of them have rolled onto the "road" now. A small, yellow delivery vehicle, and a white race car transform into their robotic forms. These, are respectively, Bumblebee, the scout for the Autobot faction, and Wheeljack, the scientist for the aforementioned faction. Wheeljack carries a large box, full of weaponry no doubt, and is followed closely by his ally. "A little help here bee?" He asks.

"No can do Jackie." Bumblebee answers without a second thought. "These tiny arms were made for scouting, not lifting."

"Yeah right. You just don't wanna get your servos dirty."

"Why should I? I'd tear'em off trying to lift that!!!" Bumblebee complained childishly.

"You know, instead of bein' a strutless coward, you could take those gym classes I recommended to you months ago!!"

"...Blow it out your tailpipe."

Before the white painted Autobot could respond, they heard a loud BOOM*. They turned to see a trio of "Remote Controlled" Fighter Jet-like drones hovering above them. Seekers for the ruthless Decepticon faction. They fired upon the 2 Autobots, but were too late as they transformed and drove away, leaving their precious cargo. Bumblebee was the one to notice first. "Wait!! We forgot the cache!!!"

"Leave it!!!" His ally shouted back to him. "It's not gonna be worth anything to a deadbot!!!" Bumblebee had to agree. And do they drove all the way back to the Autobot stronghold. A mini toy city, populated by many a BotBot. They drove in, and transformed back into their true forms. And as soon as that happened, both found themselves on the receiving end of a slap from the palm of a pale pink servo.

"What were you thinking?!" The owner of the servo yelled.

"Ow!!! We're sorry Elita!!!" Bumblebee sighs. "We thought it would help the cause out. Just a little."

Elita-1 was not having it though. The magenta femme turned her back to the two Autobots, and spoke. "We'll talk about this later. Don't. Do that. Again." And she walked away. Wheeljack sighs in relief. Elita was one tough nano-cookie. Bumblebee could attest to that.

"That was close. Don't know what she would've done."

Back with Elita, she silently walked through the Autobot "city", ignoring greetings by fellow BotBots of her faction. She made her way up the central command tower, and into the central command module, where she found a large bot with his head down, in quite the unfortunate mood. She sighs and walks over to her conjunx, placing her hand on his shoulder, and the free oke over her chest. He's been working himself to termination, and at this right, he'll offline of sheer exhaustion before they can get to the "utopia". The utopia. Funny thing to call a mall in Pennsylvania. Optimus thought so too. Until he figured that the little mall in Pennsylvania could hold the means to broker peace between the factions. 'A foolish, yet endearing belief.' Is what Elita thought. And yet she would go along anyway. Why? Was it that she had no choice, knowing that this "utopia" would be their new home, whether she liked it or not? No. She went along, because she held hope. Hope that her sweets-park's beliefs would be right in some crazy way. She heard grumbling, and she took her hand away. The BotBot with his red body stood up on his two blue stabilizing servos. He stretched out his red arms, blue servos in fists, and turned around, his blue eyes blinking just a little. "Elita...?" He asks, trailing his question off, just a tiny bit.

"Optimus. Why do you work yourself to termination?"

"I must... ensure... safe passage... to uto..pia." He slurred tiredly. He futilely attempted to hide it though.

"But why? Optimus... Orion, this isn't the life I envisioned for us." Optimus turned his blue helm slowly at the mention of his former name. He sighs before wrapping his arms around his conjunx.

"I know. It isn't the one I envisioned either. But this war has lasted far too long, and I, as the leader of our faction, must ensure that our generation, and the next, live to see a world free of this horrible conflict."

"I understand. You know I do, and I always will. But I-" Elita was cut off by the shaking of the truck. Optimus held her tightly to his chassis as the lovers were sent flying into a wall, Optimus taking most of the impact. A tremor. Meaning the Truck had stopped! Elita and Optimus nodded to each other, running to separate boxes and Transforming into a Magenta pickup truck, and a red and blue semi truck, respectively, before driving to the boxes. It seemed that everyone else had as well. As by the time the driver opened the truck and looked around, everything but the "cities" was in a box.

In a mall in Witwicky, Pennsylvania

The mall has officially closed for the night. It was dark, and the half-baked security guard was finally asleep. But little did anyone know, When the mall was closed, something else opens…. A donut rolls into the middle of the food court, before plopping onto its back. Then, something strange starts to happen. The donut splits into four sections, and a face appears on the top section. And soon, a tiny being is in place of the once normal donut. "BotBots." It remarks, sagely. And then, the party begins. Many more objects transform into tiny robotic beings, known as the aforementioned BotBots. Food, Drinks, Devices, Clothes, and so much more come to life at night as the tiny robots party without a care in the world. But this was only the majority of the BotBots. As in the Lost and Found, sat a Burger in a cubby. It transformed and looked around. The coast was clear. The Burger robot jumped down from his cubby, and into one where a Bonsai tree sat. The tree transformed as well, and the two robots nodded to each other before waking the rest of their associates, a Soccer Ball, a Plunger, and a Flashlight. Respectively, these robots were the charismatic leader, Burgertron, the calm and wise warrior, Bonz-Eye, the competitive sportsmaster, Kikmee, the "gross" Clogstopper, and the shy one, Dimlit. They all climbed onto the desk, and Burgertron chuckled a little before speaking.

"This us gonna be my best plan yet!!! The others'll have to let us back into our squads after this!!" He said. Each of these bots have, or at least, used to have, a squad. Squads were groups of themed BotBots around the mall. The Hunger Hubs were themed around Junk Food, The Sugar Shocks around sweets, The Gamer Geeks around Tech, the Jock Squad with Sports, the Custodial Crew with cleaning, Science Alliance with, well, science, and so on. The group we see however, are the Lost Bots, a group of BotBots who were supposed to be part of different squads, but were born in the Lost and Found before they got the chance. All except for two. Burgertron used to be a member of the Hunger Hubs, but after an… incident involving a human, was kicked out, and Bonz-Eye, who, sadly, doesn't have an original squad. But she was fine with it, as this meant that she was free to forge her own path. Though the others don't share this sentiment on their own part. Since the… incident, Burgertron has been trying to find a way to get the other squads to like the Lost Bots again. And, as he said, this would be his best plan yet. If he hadn't been interrupted by the sound extreme commotion. The Lost Bots jumped off of the desk, and walked out of the Lost and Found, and found the mall in an obvious state of chaos-like partying. Shifting focus from them for just a moment, a small, yellow toy delivery car drove in from an unknown location. Then, he transformed. You've met this bot before. He walked through the commotion, looking around in awe at the assortment of bots. Big and small, fat and thin, so many Bots of so many shapes and sizes. Maybe Prime's talk of a Utopia for peace wasn't so far fetched. Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to jump in fear. He turns around, and sees a bot standing a lot taller than him. Then again, a lot of bots stand taller than him. The bot had a large physique, a white chassis, orange armor on his tan arms and legs, red armor on his... crotch... area, and an orange helm with weird protrusions. His face held an overall friendly demeanor, but our little friend could tell he was full of himself from the voice that came out of his mouth. "Hey! Didn't mean to startle ya, but I noticed that you don't look like any bot I've seen. You must be new here! I'm Spud Muffin, leader of the Hunger Hubs, the best squad in the mall. And you are?" He said in an obnoxious surfer voice.

"Um, Bumblebee. Autobot." Bumblebee replied simply, not choosing to give away any further details.

"Autobot?" Spud Muffin proceeded to let out the most obnoxious laugh that Bumblebee had ever heard. "No wonder I haven't heard of you! You really are new! Well, give your squad my best regards, and tell'em to come out and greet us sometime."

"Um... yeah, ok." And Bumblebee walked away slowly, and into the crowd.

In a daycare within that same mall

Optimus Prime grumbled just a little. But unfortunately for him, it wasn't low enough for his conjunx to just ignore. "What is it?" She asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

"What is taking him so long? I'm... worried." Prime said.

"Give him more time, he'll return, and then, we'll know."

As if one cue, Bumblebee drove into the Daycare, and into the newly set up Autobot base. "Prime!! You won't believe this. There are more BotBots out there!!!" Optimus perked up at the news.

"More, BotBots? Civilians? Who don't know of the war?" Elita spoke for her sweet-spark.

"Yes!!!"

Optimus leaned back in his chair, holding his chassis, and sighing a breath of joy. Finally. A place of peace. The war is over. It's all over. "Bumblebee." Optimus said, turning to his scout, who saluted in response. "Gather the remaining Autobots. Tonight, we celebrate the end of this war."