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'All gone'

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A hand grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back just in time for a missile to explode where he had been kneeling. The blast sent him skidding across the ground, his old joints screaming in protest.

Bulkhead was already pulling him up, voice panicked. “We gotta go! Now!”

Ratchet twisted back toward Bumblebee’s body—but it was already being swallowed by the dust and smoke.

The battlefield was collapsing. They had seconds.

And he knew.

He knew they wouldn’t reach him in time.

Because Bee wasn’t getting up.

And they couldn’t afford to die with him.

Optimus’s voice was final. Heavy. Like it hurt to say it.

“Autobots—retreat.”

Ratchet froze.

His processor blanked for a second, his entire frame locking up in horrified disbelief—

Leave him?

Leave Bumblebee?

“No!” Ratchet snarled, struggling against Bulkhead’s grip. “I’m not leaving him out here, Prime! We can’t just—just—!”

But another explosion rocked the ground beneath them, and suddenly they weren’t given a choice.

The fight was lost.

The realization hit Ratchet at the exact moment he was still trying to restart Bumblebee’s spark.

“Prime, we have to fall back!” Prowl’s voice was sharp over the comms, forced to dodge yet another blaster barrage from Starscream’s seekers.

Ratchet ignored them.

He wasn’t leaving Bumblebee.

His servos pressed harder into the kid’s plating, his own field flaring with raw, helpless rage as his medical scans kept screaming the same thing back at him—

⚠ No Spark Pulse Detected.

⚠ Processor Non-Responsive.

⚠ Core Systems: OFFLINE.

“No, no, no, no, no—” Ratchet muttered, pushing another desperate jolt of electricity into the kid’s chest. “You stubborn little glitch, you do NOT get to pull this slag—!”

Nothing.

Not even a twitch.

His servos were shaking now. His spark was pounding, his mind reeling because this wasn’t supposed to happen.

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Vampire bumblebee au short!

We're back baby!!

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Bumblebee first noticed it after the space barnacles incident.

They had barely survived—again. Another battle. Another close call.

It was after one of those fights that the static started.

A faint, crawling sensation under his plating, like tiny jolts of electricity licking at his protoform.

He wrote it off. Probably just damage from the fight.

Then came the glitches. His HUD flickered randomly. His fuel pump stuttered sometimes, just enough to make him pause, but not enough to make him worry.

Ratchet told him to recharge more, to stop running his systems ragged.

He tried. But he couldn't sleep.

His processor raced at night, tangled in static and half-formed images he couldn’t make sense of.

Then his taste receptors changed.

Energon started tasting... thin. Weak. Like he was drinking half-processed coolant instead of actual fuel.

It got worse every day.

Up close of the vampire bumblebee comic! My first comic I've ever done and boy did it take forever it feels like- (it was two? Maybe three days)

BUT WAIT! THERES MORE: So imagine she's talking to it as if it's a bird that landed on her finger and not a bat, imagine she's like "aww it's so cute!" And then she's looking around for things to feed it but each Berry, nut, whatever she picks up he doesn't eat it so when she goes to gently pat it's little snout it bites onto her finger and begins to suck her blood. She's accepting of it but she's like frantically researching if bat's can give you rabies.

Also!!! I was thinking after the bat has made her a little dizzy from drinking, he transforms into his vampire form right in front of her and he really needed blood so he is like "Thank you" and all that and he's like... he talks like an 1800s gentleman or something.