Bumblebee !

Bumblebee || Bumblebee (2018)

literally just vibing

soldier in an alien war? never heard of her!

no memory

no voice either

uses radio clips to communicate

probably at least a few hundred thousand years old but how would he know. he’s just baby

as the car reforms into something much larger, eugene takes a step back himself. ah, right. these robot guys. auto… something? either way, eugene has known a few but never truly got used to the way they moved. so… different.

“uh… existing??” no, that wasn’t exactly it, eugene had been curiously snooping around. truly, he meant no harm, but peaking into cars was something of a bad habit. “just sneaking a peak, bud. no harm, no foul. in this instance, you could do way more harm than i could. just sayin’.”

As he realizes the human doesn’t seem to want to harm him or cause him any trouble, Bumblebee leans forward a little bit, looking down at them with a tilted head.

“ I won't hurt you, ” he repeats the same audio clip, then adds, “ I won’t hurt -- anyone. ”

bumblebee! what a cute name. they could probably explain what’s going on easier from the outside, but… they’re learning so much like this! the second bumblebee starts getting upset, they’ll leave – promise.

oh, they’re doing something. looking at their shared hand through borrowed eyes, they can see their ectoplasm manifesting into a new shape around it. bumblebee seems horribly confused, but mew pays it little mind. that’s just how rotom work, after all.

wh-whoa! their whole body changed! they’re… a little car? this thing is a car? … no, they still feel like bumblebee.

the radio is still switching rapidly as bumblebee “speaks”. they send a gentle hum through their circuits to reassure them, this is fine!

“it’s fine, really – a friendly! repeat – re – friendly! the audience is dying to know, just what – ARE YOU T–?”

they’re getting a little better at this! it’s definitely a lot, parsing through the vast and yet limited selection of clips and piecing them together to make something new. first, they should clarify something.

“ i’m not NEW EPISODES EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT! i’m – ME–YOU! ME-YOU! M-YOU!”

That seems reassuring. Like they’re not trying to cause him problems, they just... still kind of have unclear goals. But that’s alright. Everything’s been a bit confusing ever since he woke up in Charlie’s house, and this is at least a new and sort of exciting kind of confusing.

Oh, that’s... hmm. He isn’t sure how to answer that. The most he knows of his own prior life is a few fragmented memory clips, none of which explain much about what he is.

“ Bumblebee. A car! -- Robot -- I don't w-- r-really --remember. ”

Oh, huh, so they do have a name that isn’t a radio clip of a sentence. (Myou? Myoo? Mew? No wonder they’re having trouble with it -- he can’t find clips of anyone saying that as a singular sound, either.)

The car that is both of them starts driving in wide circles, mostly just an automatic movement while he listens and thinks and talks.

CANVAS: Where to find Bumblebee!

Literally anywhere, and he’s probably making a mess. He doesn’t know how to use any of this!

In the sculpture room, he might be thought-sculpting a human from home, not one anyone here would recognize...

the machine shakes itself, almost like it’s trying to dislodge something. now this is interesting! they’re realizing now that this “thing” really is a living creature, and they might’ve just possessed a sentient being. oops –

the flailing comes to a stop. mew isn’t actively trying to control the creature, though they can feel some resistance when they send out a test pulse to the limbs. hopefully the creature can feel the attempts at reassurance that they send out as they situate themselves around the chest radio.

huh… how do they make this thing work? looks like they can just sample radio clips… they better tell this poor thing who they are first.

“we come in peace! w-w-we – my name is NEW EPISODES EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT!”

a flicker of frustration. they clearly aren’t as good at this as they’d hoped they would be, but… it’s kinda fun? as long as the creature isn’t distressed by this whole scenario, that is. they’re not trying to take control, and they can’t sense its thoughts – they’re just along for the ride, so to speak.

Bumblebee feels the pulse pass through his circuits like a shiver. He instinctively tenses, but when nothing else happens, he relaxes slightly. He’s still for the moment, and then his own hand catches his attention.

It looks wrong. It’s still a hand, but it’s not his hand, or at least, it’s not what his hand is supposed to be like. That’s alarming, but then he’s distracted by his radio coming under the other entity’s control.

...That seems friendly! And also like a kind of long and weird name. That might be because the radio’s controls feel weird right now, but there’s no way to tell.

“ I am h-- - Bumblebee. ” The last word is a recording of Charlie’s voice, pulled from memory rather than radio.

This thing is inside him, he's pretty sure, which is weird. People have been in him, of course, but not... like this. Not in this mode. Oh, wait, maybe that would help? Maybe they just want a ride, and they... went about it really wrong??

“ and be safe in your car! With m-m-me. -- ♪ Is it better ? ”

He transforms, taking on his unnaturally small vehicle form. It seems like they’re still in his circuits and not the empty space in the car, though. Hmm. He doesn’t mind, at least not right now, but he also wants to know why this is happening!

they really need to find a way to burn off their energy. they’re feeling restless, and with all their power returned to them, their usual methods of tiring themselves out aren’t working anymore. for now, they’re zooming haphazardly around the block, kicking off the sides of lamp posts and perching on roofs before taking off again.

but something has caught their attention. they’re being watched by… a machine? a weird machine. it almost looks like it’s alive. maybe it is – artificial pokemon do exist, though… none that look quite like this one. they don’t acknowledge it at first, but they do proceed to loop in more complex shapes to see if it continues to track them.

hm… it’s. a little ominous, the way it’s so intently focused on them. they kinda wanna check it out a little closer. and they can try to focus in on its aura (if it is in fact alive), but they have a better idea.

they slow to a stop and close their eyes, transforming into a rotom.

immediately, the hyperactivity they felt before is amplified! they literally cannot hold still! they zip back and forth around the strange machine so fast it feels like they’re teleporting, trying to get a better look at it.

and then they fly straight at its chest, phasing through its body and expanding electric ectoplasm to fill its new form.

whoa! there’s so much going on in here??!??

Bumblebee watches them pause, interested, and then... change? Oh, they’ve transformed! Sort of! It’s not totally clear how they did it, but he’s too focused on trying to track the new, far faster movements, and figure out what the deal is with--

Uh--

He shakes his head quickly back and forth, then his arms, all on instinct as if to shake out whatever’s just filled all the space in his circuitry with something strange and foreign and wrong. Not painful or bad, but definitely confusing and not something that feels like it’s supposed to happen.

After a few moments, he’s not actively trying to expel it anymore, but he’s still very confused and disoriented, trying to make sense of himself.

There’s a little someone, not like anything he’s met before, flying around without any visible thrusters. That’s so strange!

Bumblebee’s vehicle mode is turning out to be sort of an ineffective way to hide, here, what with its impossibly small size. He’s starting to think he gets more weird looks from humans in alt mode than when he’s standing and walking around, but there isn’t much he can do to change it.

He’s getting a weird look again, from one of the passersby seeing him parked alongside the road, half the size of the rest of the cars. The human’s coming a bit close, which makes him nervous, so he transforms to stand at full height and take a step back. His inbuilt radio plays a series of song and speech fragments.

People not constantly freaking out at Bumblebee’s presence has made him braver in exploring this place. Everything’s still mostly too small for him to smoothly interact with, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

He moves towards one of the buildings that people are going in and out of, with one of those too-small doors, and tries to repeat the way he’s seen other people open them... which takes a bit more pressure than he anticipates, as he unwittingly breaks the door’s lock and forces it to swing open.

He bends down and folds his arms inwards in a part-transformation to fit through the entrance. Then he sees the people inside, which is the first point at which he worries he might be doing something wrong here. Most of them seem very alarmed about him, trying to back away or run off, or just yelling.

It’s very exciting to see someone who looks like... well, like Bumblebee, and like the people in those fragments of recorded memory (although that part makes him nervous, too). What’s weird is that this other mech doesn’t seem to be trying to hide from all the nearby humans at all.

(Bumblebee is hiding, although the fascination and excitement is undoubtedly radiating off him in EMF that he doesn’t know anyone else can detect. Also, his vehicle mode is... significantly smaller than any of the other cars here, which is really weird, because he thinks it used to be more average sized, and it’s not like the amount of metal in him can change.)

He really wants to meet this mech, though, and he doesn’t seem worried about the humans, so Bumblebee slowly transforms. He sidles up nervously to the mech, optics wide, and compiles a few radio clips to phrase his question.

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