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Transformers: The Requiem - JDPrime22



Over a year later after the terrible aftermath of the Decepticon invasion, Princess Twilight discovers something deep within the Everfree Forest, something not of her world.

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Chapter 25-Survival of the Fittest


Tree branches snapped like bones as the dark shadow pushed itself through. It landed flat on its face, the dirt only adding to the filth acquired from the being’s trek throughout the massive forest. It looked back in total fear, its glowing blue eyes scanning the foliage for any more movement. Nothing. It was safe for now.

It stood up, grunting in pain after its previous encounter with the native life-forms of whatever planet he was on. Needless to say there was not a chance of a peaceful negotiation or an explanation of what exactly was going. They just tried to kill him.

Bumblebee ran.

That was the only possible and logical thing to do at that point. What should he do? Stand there and let them shoot him with those strange weapons they had? No way. He may not have known much, but at least he knew a dangerous situation when he saw one.

The yellow bot turned on the sound of crunching leaves and twigs. His eyes didn’t catch any movement. It didn’t help that darkness was soon to take the sky, leaving him in the open and slightly wounded. Those creatures got a lucky shot on his arm. A lucky shot, that’s all it was.

What was so strange about all of this…is that he didn’t seem to remember a thing.

Not a thing! His name? Gone! What exactly was he? He surely didn’t a clue! What planet was he on? You were obviously asking the wrong person the wrong question. Out of all the things he didn’t know…all he knew in this situation was one thing: survive.

He scanned the area once more. It was quiet for now, something he would take advantage of right away. He spotted a large mountain side through the cluster of trees a while ago, and it looks like he finally arrived to it. A massive opening to a dark cave stood in front of the yellow bot. It prompted him to enter inside.

Knowing it was soon to be dark; he might as well find some shelter and try to tend to his wound. Bumblebee approached the cave quietly, not wanting to attract any more attention, be it good or bad.

A flash of red later and he was lying on his back.

He didn’t even see it sitting on top of the mountain he was heading to. It was waiting for him to get closer, and he walked into it like simple prey. He wasn’t prey. In pure instinct, Bumblebee brought his knees to his chest and launched his attacker off of him. The red attacker hit the side of the rock ledge, giving Bumblebee enough time to get a good look at it.

It was bipedal, along with two arms and a bulky chest. Two grey horns sported his red helmet, while two glowing blue eyes stared him down. Bumblebee narrowed his eyes as well, daring his attacker to charge once more.

Almost instantly, his attacker was running right for him. It seems he would get no explanation for the second time that day. Bumblebee was going to have to fight for his life once more.

They locked arms and pushed each other back. Bumblebee dug his feet into the dirt to gain leverage against his opponent, only to realize that this one was much stronger than he initially expected. Bumblebee found himself being pushed back into the trees. He struggled to fight back, but his attacker wouldn’t let up. In the end, only the stronger one would come out on top.

That’s when Bumblebee’s eyes shot downwards…and he saw it.

The symbol.

His attacker took advantage of Bumblebee’s distraction and kicked him right dead center in his chest. Bumblebee landed flat on his back, but quickly brought his head up to see his red opponent charging at him.

“Wait!” he screamed, holding up both of his hands.

He didn’t know why he stopped. He had the advantage, so why didn’t he capitalize on it? Maybe it was his voice; there was something about it that he found very interesting. It felt rushed, scared. Perhaps this thing wasn’t here to hurt him…like those other ones tried to do. If anything…this thing was as scared and confused as he was.

Bumblebee realized he had the red one’s attention. Not wanting to waste any more time, he lifted up his finger and placed it on his own chest, directly over the flickering symbol.

“Look…you have the same thing on your chest,” the yellow one croaked, pointing to him.

His attacker seemed confused as first, but then brought his head down to gaze at the strange insignia directly under his chin. Bumblebee watched as the red one brought his blue eyes onto his chest and then his own, finally seeing what he had pointed out.

Finally, he spoke.

“Wha…what?” his attacker questioned, his black fingers gently stroking the flickering red symbol represented upon his chest plate. His eyes gazed into Bumblebee’s, his confusion just as strong, if not stronger than the yellow one’s.

“I…I don’t…I don’t understand,” the red one said particularly to no one, as if he was still talking to himself. Bumblebee watched him carefully. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was safe yet. Almost bringing up his fists, Bumblebee stared as the red one slowly approached him.

His attacker pointed to Bumblebee’s chest and asked, “Why do you have that symbol? Why do I have that symbol?!” His eyes took a different shade from what Bumblebee could tell, and his voice sounded a lot softer. “Who…who are you?”

Bumblebee rubbed his rusty hand across his head and sadly looked up at him. “That’s just it…I have no idea,” he admitted to the red bot. He clutched his throat, noticing more of the same blue liquid leaking out of the wound.

Cliffjumper gave a soft chuckle and held out his hand. “I guess that makes two of us.”

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Oblivious to the two Autobots below, Discord (disguised as a bird) sat silently in one of the tree limbs hanging over their heads. Discord didn’t even know if the species of bird he chose was indigenous to the population of birds in the area. It’s not like he cared, but he did look quite out of place.

His large beak opened slightly and his multi-colored wings shook when a cold breeze drifted through the forest. His disarranged eyes stared at the two below him. Discord watched as the red one, who he remembered was named Sniffbumper or something, helped up Bumblebee. He knew Bumblebee at first glance. Fluttershy used to talk all about him.

He sometimes wondered why she stopped all that talking.

However, that didn’t stop Discord’s assumptions from growing ever higher. He first sensed the magical surge coming from White Tail Woods and teleported there immediately to figure what was happening. It’s not like he had anything better to do that day.

Never did Discord expect to find two Autobots.

“How odd,” he said to himself. “First Optimus Prime, now these two love birds?”

Discord didn’t even notice the over-aroused bird shifting ever so closer next to him. When he heard a more than friendly tweet, he turned to the bird and hissed, “Hey! Keep your distance, pal!”

The heartbroken canary dropped its head low and flew off. Discord sent an evil glare its way, but suddenly stopped when he felt a shiver crawl up his bird neck. Several feathers flew out of place as Discord let out a surprised squawk.

Sniffbumper and Bumblebee turned towards the direction of where they heard the sound. Discord quickly hid behind the tree, sweat dripping from his brow. His eyes popped out of his skull and grew legs of their own. The eyeballs crawled around the tree and noticed that the two Autobots weren’t looking at him any longer.

Letting out a quiet sigh of relief, Discord grabbed his two eyeballs and placed the right one back in its socket. “Huh…that can’t be right,” he muttered as he held his left eye. He spun his head around like an owl and noticed the two bots were busy talking.

“I’ll keep my eye on you,” Discord said as his left eyeball sprouted wings and began flying in place. “But first I need to go check out something.”

With that said and done, Discord teleported away with a snap of his feathers. His lone eye stared at the two Autobots below, never blinking, never missing a second. The flying eyeball eventually had to follow the two as they left area.

And Bumblebee and Cliffjumper felt they were being watched the entire time.

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