#voice box

This Hazbin Hotel collage is of the Speaker of God and Velvette, I have been meaning to make this collage ever since I came across a Tumblr ship post on the two, and I thought Pride Month would be perfect for it. If both Vaggie and Sera turned out to be Lesbians like Velvette, than maybe the Speaker could be one too as I would like to see more of her.

They are ready. I put Turbobox's voice reel on one with the classic IT'S! TV! TIME! as well, and the other is his whole voice lines from the scene where he sees SOME KIND OF RAT? SOME KIND OF CREATURE? WHAT THE MAMA! 😆

Spamton WILL be performing the surgery btw...

What happened to the pipis?

Mayhaps he ate it.

Summary: A mysterious box is left for Hot Shot after he finished his chores,but he’s not sure what it is. So  when he decides to ask Boulder and Perceptor to examine it, the box looked directly at Hot Shot, it zapped him. And when he tried to speak, he couldn’t. Now the team has to find that box and get Hot Shot’s voice back, before any other voices from the bots are stolen.

Characters:

Recruits:

Hot Shot( Heatwave’s son and a cube-player.)

Whirl(ever optimistic and idolizes 

her mentor Chase)

Hoist(the repair-bot and aspiring inventor of the team)

Medix(the doc-bot and Ratchet’s nephew, who loves logic and predictability)

Wedge(the construction bot of the team)

Heatwave’s team:

Heatwave(Hotshot’s dad and mentor, leader of Rescue Force Sigma-17 and Fire-Bot of the team)

Boulder(the Construction-Bot of Heatwave’s team)

Blades(Medix’s mentor,Acrophobic Copter-Bot of Heatwave’s Team)

Other characters:

Quickshadow(Heatwave’s wife, Hot Shot’s mother, sleek, stylish and very secretive)

Ratchet(Medix’s uncle and  medical officer, part of Optimus Prime’s team)

Perceptor(A good friend of Bumblebee’s and made Medix his teaching assistant)

Hotshot was finishing his chores outside raking the leaves.

Hot Shot: And, done. All chores complete! Now to get to class before I’m late.

He then noticed something shiny beside the pile of leaves he raked.

Hot Shot: Huh? What’s this?(walks to have a closer look)

He picks it up and mumbled to himself: What is this?

He decided to take it to the lab, where Boulder and Perceptor were organizing some supplies.

Perceptor: Last one in place. Perfectly organized now.

Boulder: Definitely. You’re quite good at this Perceptor.

Hot Shot then came in.

Hot Shot: Morning, professors.

Boulder turned around: Hey, good morning, Hot Shot.(notices the box) What do you have there?

Hot Shot: I found this outside. But I was hoping that you two could help me figure out what it is.

Perceptor scanned it: Fascinating. Though it appears not to be Cybertronian or Velocitronian tech.

Boulder: And you found it beside the leaf pile you raked outside?

Hot Shot nodded.

They decided to run some tests, but the box glowed all of a sudden.

Boulder: Huh? 

Hot Shot: Why is it glowing? Is it magic?

Perceptor: I do not believe it’s magic. Perhaps it’s more logical than it appears to be.

Suddenly, it got closer to Hot Shot, and he started to back away. He got a little frightened.  The box glowed brighter, and suddenly, let out a laser, which hit Hot Shot directly, sending him backwards.

Boulder, in a panic and worry, went toward Hot Shot and helped him up.

Boulder: Hot Shot, are you okay?!

Perceptor: Blink twice if yes. Or just say ”I’m fine.”

Hot Shot tried to say something, but he suddenly realized… he couldn’t speak! He clutched his throat and tried again. Nothing. 

Hot Shot:(to himself in his kind) What’s goin on?! Why can’t I talk?! 

Boulder: Uhhh, Hot Shot? 

Perceptor: Oh my.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Heatwave walked in.

Heatwave:(looking at Hot Shot with concern) Hey, kiddo. You’re never late now. What happened?(getting down and closer)

Hot Shot tried to talk, but still, no sounds came out. What was going on?!

Boulder: Uh oh…

Heatwave: Wait… Why can’t you talk? Are you alright?(to Boulder and Perceptor) What happened to my kid’s voice!? Why isn’t he saying a sound or word?

Boulder picked up this box, and shook it: Ummm, that box… It- might’ve stolen his voice.

Heatwave: You’re telling me that now?! What’s going on? Explanation- now!

Perceptor: As you see, Hot Shot found this box, and he wasn’t sure what it was and brought it to us. So then we tried to investigate, but nothing.

Boulder: That’s when it zapped Hot Shot when it beamed a light at him. 

Heatwave: Hmm… maybe it’s a trap.(to Hot Shot) But you did the right thing to go to tell and show it to someone first. You should never touch things you’re not familiar with.

Hot Shot nodded slyly. He was actually embarrassed about not being able to talk. Wait. Maybe he could find another way to communicate, without speaking. His optics caught sight on a notepad and a pencil. Maybe… That’s it!

Heatwave: What are you doing, son? 

Hot Shot showed Heatwave what he was doing, writing in the notepad with the pencil to communicate. 

He wrote down: If I can’t use my words verbally speaking, I thought writing. I’m mute in a way.(looking at the box with fear)That thing stole my voice.(backing away, getting close to Heatwave)

Heatwave petted Hot Shot’s head. He knew he needed to take time with Hot Shot. Wait, for Prime’s sake, needed to know how to do sign language.

Hot Shot realized and flustered, writing: I can use the sign language that Professor Boulder taught me.

Boulder facepalmed: Why do I forget I gave those lessons?

Perceptor rolled his optics and facepalmed.

Boulder:(turns down to Hot Shot, uses sign language) Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out. We won’t give up now, it’s time to find out what happened.

Hot Shot answered back: You promise? But how will my friends understand my sign language if they don’t know how to use it?(looking at the notepad and pencil) I know I can write to them about this problem.

Heatwave got down and said: Don’t worry. They may not believe it at first, but you can try. If they ask something like ”Try to scream,” scream, and then they’ll see that you’re telling the truth.

Boulder: I’ll let Ratchet know about this, if you want. 

Hot Shot nodded in agreement. He wanted Ratchet to help as well. He could have a check with this box. And if they get his voice back, maybe  Ratchet could give him voice tests.

Back with the other recruits, Whirl was helping Wedge and Hoist with a new invention Hoist had been working on.

Hoist: Thanks for the help guys. This means a lot to me.

Whirl: That’s why we’re a team. We help each other out.

Wedge: You know it. (fixing a bolt) And… done!(stretches) That should do it. 

Hot Shot then entered, still holding the notepad and pencil. 

Medix noticed him enter and said: Hot Shot, what took you so long? You were 3 minutes and 40 seconds late.

Hot Shot didn’t say anything, feeling quite embarrassed due to the problem.

Whirl: Hey, you okay? You’re awfully… quieter.

Wedge: That’s so unlike you, dude. Are you alright?

Hot Shot couldn’t say anything. So he wrote down on the notepad: “A box stole my voice. And I can’t speak.”

Wedge snorted: Pfft.(snickers) Is this another one of your pranks? 

Whirl giggled: It has to be. That’s the funniest joke ever.(giggles) That’s a good one!

Alrhough, Medix examined Hot Shot carefully, and looked at him.  He got closer.

Medix: I don’t think it’s a prank. There is only one way to see if he’s telling the truth. Okay. Hot Shot, if you’re telling the truth about your voice…try to scream.

When Medix said “scream”, Hot Shot took a deep breath, even if it wasn’t heard, and screamed. But yet, no sound.

Then they all realized, Hot Shot was telling the truth.

Hoist gasped: No way. So you’re actually telling the truth?!

Whirl: But, how? How is that-?

Hot Shot wrote on the notepad: I’m not so sure, but Perceptor and Boulder are trying to figure out what it is. I actually found it after taking the leaves this morning.

Whirl: That’s really strange. And it didn’t say anything, to who it belongs to? 

Hot Shot wrote again: No. It didn’t say anything. No symbols, no origin, nothing. It wasn’t even on Perceptor’s data.

Medix: Oh, the audacity! (arms crossed) I must have a word with this box.

Whirl: No, I should. I’m the police bot of the team. I’m gonna be bad cop for this!(acting up) Okay punk, talk now, or we’ll be here all day and night!

The boy bots stared at Whirl, so she stopped, and slyly chuckled.

Whirl: Don’t worry, Hot Shot. I’m sure Boulder and Perceptor will figure out how to get your voice back, I know it.

Hot Shot smiled and wrote down: Thanks, Whirl.

Wedge: We really should’ve paid more attention to Boulder’s sign language lesson.

Hot Shot wrote down: And here I am,of all of us , the only one who paid attention to the lessons. I can’t believe you guys, specially you, Medix.😒You’re always attentive to the lessons.

Whirl: I may have been doodling on my data pad.(rubbing her back sheepishly)

Hoist: But we’ve got your back. Maybe you can teach us what you know?

Hot Shot nodded. That, he could do. So he did all he knew and learned from sign language and helped his friends learn so they could communicate until Boulder and Perceptor could retrieve his voice from the box. 

Heatwave saw from afar, had a small smile form. Though on the inside, he was worried on how long it’ll take to get his son’s voice back. 

Heatwave:(to himself) It’s gonna be hard this week. I wish I knew sign language to communicate with him. But at least he’s thinking like a Rescue Bot, like I taught him. Maybe I can write to him on a notepad as well, just to also communicate with him until everything is sorted out.

A few days later… 

One day, Hot Shot was helping Heatwave organize some stuff in his office. Hot Shot tried to stay calm and put on a small smile. But Heatwave knew Hot Shot must still be struggling with having no voice to say his words.

Heatwave got down: You don’t have to act like you’re okay. If I were walking in your shoes, I totally understand how you’re feeling.

Hot Shot looked at him. “Walking in my shoes?” he thought confused.

He wrote down: I don’t wear shoes. 

Heatwave chuckled, petting Hot Shot in the head.

Heatwave: It’s a figure of speech, kiddo. It means… to understand you better if I were in your place. 

Hot Shot then wrote: I guess I was just trying to act tough and brave. But, truth is, I’m a bit scared. What if I can’t speak again?

Heatwave: Hot Shot, I know we’ll get it back. Because you have hope. 

Hot Shot’s optics watered with tears, and he hugged Heatwave, and not letting go. Heatwave returned the act, and hugged Hot Shot tightly, rubbing a hand on his back as well.

Heatwave: Easy, it’s okay. I’m here, son.

Hot Shot calmed down a bit. Heatwave was right, he never lost hope on getting his voice back.

After a while, Hot Shot went back to his dorm, and he sat writing down on a notebook. He was writing his feelings, and the sign language, the box that stole his voice, but he scribbled something else, but quickly closed it when he heard the dorm room open, and the other recruits came in.

Whirl:  Hey. How you feeling?

Hot Shot wrote down: I guess I’m alright. It’s just difficult not being able to speak now. And it’s hard to use sign language.

Wedge: Yeah, no kidding. I’m literally still trying to understand it. It’s so confusing! 

Hoist: Oh, I really hope Boulder and Perceptor found anything about that stealing-box.

Medix: All we can do though, is wait for answers.

They all nodded and said”Agreed.” Let’s hope answers come better safe than sorry.

With Boulder and Perceptor:

Boulder tried to pull the box, but it was made of some strong material, he couldn’t even break it.

Boulder: What, is this made of?!(kicks it) Ow. Welp, I’m not doing that again.

Perceptor: Hmmm, perhaps…(scanning again) Wait a second. I’m getting readings!

Boulder’s optics widened in shock: Now? Well, what do they say?!

Perceptor: They’re just…(squints) I can’t understand what they say. 

Boulder: Ohh. Well maybe they’re dusted.(blows)

Nope, no dust.

Boulder: Okay, I was so wrong. There’s no dust.

Perceptor: Hold on.(inspecting closer) It actually says something. And there’s a logo as well.

Boulder looked at it closer: I swear, I’ve seen that logo before. The M. But I can’t remember… where on Cybertron have I seen it? 

Heatwave then came in again to the lab.

Heatwave: So… Anything?

Boulder: We may have found something. Take a look at this symbol.

Hot Shot was behind Heatwave, holding a notepad and a pencil, still using them to write and communicate with everyone.

Heatwave: Hmmm… we’ve seen that symbol before, Boulder.

Boulder: That’s what I was thinking! But I can’t remember or add any puzzle pieces to where it was that we’ve seen it before.

Hot Shot looked at it with his optics, as if he wanted to help on his own case.

Heatwave put his hand in Hot Shot’s shoulder and said: Hey, I’m glad that you’re doing your best to help and communicate with all of us. Just so you know, we will get your voice back.

Hot Shot smiled, then wrote in the notebook: Thanks, Dad. You’re the best father in the world a recruit could ask for.

Heatwave hugged Hot Shot tight, knowing that faith also had good stuff in store for them. They were gonna get his son’s voice back, one way or the other.

Heatwave: Hang on a second…

Heatwave got close to the box, lifting it up carefully.

Heatwave: I’ll bet that this ‘M’ was meant as someone’s name.

Hot Shot wrote down: So maybe it was someone’s invention, or a criminal’s?

Heatwave: Exactly. So, who have we faced off whose name starts with ‘M’?

That’s when it hit Boulder on the spark.

Boulder: Of course! A certain “doctor” who’s been our enemy from the moment he came!

Hot Shot suddenly realized, and wrote down on the notepad: Are you saying-?

Heatwave nodded: I am. Dr. Morocco!

They gasped.

Perceptor: But, Chase and Blades had told me that he was sent to the future, in France to be exact.

Boulder: There may be inventions of his that are still around. Like that computer virus he caused at the arcade.

Heatwave: Exactly. 

Hoist: Cody told us about that story. Wow. I-I never knew how much trouble a computer virus could cause.

Boulder: Okay, so he made this box for a reason. But what?

Perceptor scanned it again, and found something.

Perceptor: It appears that this has some sort of combination of other voices. That has that note that relies on their talent of music.

Heatwave: Maybe singing? I think it has to do with someone’s singing voice. 

Boulder: Like a contraption to capture those who sing, but only their voices. It makes so much sense.

Hot Shot wrote down on the notepad: Is there a way to prove it?

Perceptor: That’s what science is for, Hot Shot. We just need someone’s singing voice to prove this steals those with talent. 

Heatwave: I’ll call the recruits. One of them could do the test, and if we’re correct, that box will steal their voice.

They all agreed. So Heatwave called the recruits in, and told them about the box being from Dr. Morocco, and that it stole voices to those who have talent.

Whirl: Woah. So that’s why it stole Hot Shot’s voice.

Perceptor: Precisely. But we must be sure it’s true. We need one of you four to sing, and if the box gets close and zaps, we’ll be sure that it steals voices with singing talent.

They exchanged glances at each other.

Medix: I’m no fan of singing, but there’s a 62% chance that we might be able to get this box to reveal the truth.

Hoist: You all know I’m not always that brave, especially when it comes to singing.

Whirl raised her hand: I’ll do it. If that’s the only way to spill the truth on this box and get Hot Shot’s voice back, I’ll be willing to take that risk.

Hot Shot’s optics beamed, and he wrote down on the notepad: “Thanks, Whirl. I appreciate that.”

Whirl smiled and walked up to the box.

Whirl: Okay, punk. Time to spill the truth out of you!

Whirl closed her optics, takes a deep breath, and starts to sing a song.

The song she’ll sing lyrics from: Call Me Maybe(Carly Rae Jespen)

🎶I’d trade my soul for a wish, 

Pennies and dimes for a kiss,

I wasn’t looking for this,

But now you’re in my way🎶

Suddenly, the box starts whirring energy.

Hoist: Uh oh.

Medix: Easy now.

Wedge: What’s it doing?

Hot Shot scribbled: The same it did to me.

He then realize and scribbled again to warn. Whirl, watch out!

Whirl: Whoa!

She quickly dodged the zap of the box just in time. But it started to go where she went. But just as it was about to hit her directly… 

Hot Shot blocked its path and took it instead.

He felt embarrassed, feeling he ruined the test. But Perceptor and Ratchet were fascinated.

Heatwave walked towards him, and so did Perceptor and Ratchet.

Heatwave: Oh, Primes, don’t scare me like that, kid.

Ratchet: Well, that just sums it all up.

Hot Shot scribbled down: I didn’t want Whirl to lose her voice as well.

Whirl hugged him: You were really brave, Hot Shot.

Medix: Indeed. You had the courage to protect Whirl.

Perceptor: But you both have confirmed this force very well. This box steals voices with great talents.

Hoist: So there’s  a way to get his voice back then. Is there a vice versa?

Ratchet: It’s possible it has a vice versa. Since it stole the voice, there’s always a way to reverse it.

Hot Shot scribbled: Like finding how the problem started before solving it. First is finding the cause of the problem.

Heatwave: Exactly. Now, who’s ready to get to the truth underneath this box?

The recruits(minus Hot Shot): We are!

Boulder picked up the box and placed it in the center.

Wedge: Well,(standing in front of the box) time to crack this mystery wide open!

Medix: Just be cautious, it could zap at any second or moment.

Wedge looked at Medix: Soooo… no bashing or smashing?

Boulder: Probably not. If we were to do that, the voices would probably be destroyed… forever.

The recruits gasp in horror, and Hot Shot stood there, in shock. He could lose it forever if it was smashed.

Hoist: Is there a way to hold it? And without being hit by its zap?

Boulder: I’m sure there is a way. Because there’s  always a solution to a problem. We just have to think smarter, not harder. 

Perceptor: Exactly. So, we know that Dr. Morocco made this to steal voices. 

Medix: So perhaps he built a failsafe, and then Hot Shot’s voice could be free!

Ratchet picked it up: Hmmm, if this box were to be treated like a data container… then it’s possible it has a digital access point. So if we can find a way to get inside its programming without triggering its defenses…

Whirl: Then we can get Hot Shot’s voice back!

Hot Shot wrote in the notebook: So it’s like in those movies. Finding the villain’s weakness. 

Back at the Lab

The box was surrounded by force fields, Ratchet and Perceptor monitoring it.

Perceptor then received a signal inside it.

Perceptor: I spotted something. Ratchet, have a look.

Ratchet took a look.

Ratchet: What is it?

Perceptor: It appears that we’ve located what seems to be a central interface panel—coded to respond only to vocal biometric data. That’s probably how it knows who to steal from.

Ratchet: So that’s why it didn’t activate to me, or you. We don’t sing. But Hot Shot and Whirl can.

Heatwave: Okay, so, the only to get Hot Shot’s voice back, is for Whirl to sing.

Hot Shot wrote: I won’t intervene in the testing to get my voice back. Whirl and I will do anything.

Heatwave pat his head, nodding.

Perceptor: Well, your voice is still intact in the box. Thank Primus.

Ratchet: Okay. You two go in, and Whirl, sing.

The chamber doors opened, and Hot Shot and Whirl stepped inside. Then, they hissed closed. The force field faintly casted a pale blue glow in the room, and the mysterious voice-stealing box was still resting in the center.

Ratchet:(through the comms) Okay, you two. We’re monitoring from here. Stay calm. Whirl, whenever you’re ready, sing.

Whirl took a deep breath, and glanced at Hot Shot, and he gave her an encouraging nod. And even though he couldn’t speak, his optics sparkled.

Whirl: Okay… here I go.

She started to sing, and it triggered the box again.

🎶Your stare was holdin'

Ripped jeans, skin was showin'

Hot night, wind was blowin'

Where you think you're goin', baby?🎶

🎶Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy

But here's my number, so call me maybe

It's hard to look right at you, baby

But here's my number, so call me maybe🎶

The box triggered.

Ratchet: Oh, look! It’s working!

Hot Shot scribbled down: Keep going, Whirl! Don’t stop!

Whirl kept going, and they examined carefully to know what would occur.

The box’s whirr had deepened into a ringtone that threaded through the lab, searching for a pitch. Thin filaments of pale energy had unfurled from its seams and danced in the air.

Ratchet: (through the comms, tight) Keep it steady, Whirl. Don’t change the tempo. We’re recording the harmonic resonance.

Perceptor: (watching the console) It’s matching to those of a biometric signature.

And then, a chill cut through all of it. From the box, faint and distorted voices came. 

One sounded very hype, similar.

Whirl: Hot Shot’s voice.

Ratchet: (through the monitor, comms) Hot Shot, now!

The box whirred, and right on cue, Hot Shot got in the way, and hit by the box’s zap.

Boulder: Hang on, kiddo. Stay with us.

Whirl turned to Hot Shot, who lay on the ground.

Whirl: Hot Shot?

Heatwave went inside, kneeling next to Hot Shot, slowly lifting his head with his hands.

Heatwave: Hey- a-are you hurt?

Hot Shot blinked slowly, and he was feeling’ quite dizzy from the sudden burst of energy. Inside, he felt his voice box tingle a little, then he let out some coughs.

Hoist: Are you alright?

Medix: Easy now.

Heatwave: Hot Shot?

Hot Shot: (speaking, but coughs) Dad? 

Heatwave: Hot Shot?

Hot Shot realized.

Hot Shot: (touched his throat) My voice… My voice is back!

All the recruits cheered.

Whirl: Woohoo-hoo-hoo!

Hoist: Alright!

Wedge: Yes!

Hot Shot got up with Heatwave’s help.

Heatwave: (pulls him in for a hug) It’s okay, kid. You’re safe.

Hot Shot: I got my voice back.(feels tears in his optics)

Heatwave: (rubbing his son’s back, soothing) It’s okay. You’re okay.

Ratchet walked over to them.

Ratchet: Well, this box will have to stay in a secure area until further notice. (turns to Hot Shot) And I’ll give you a quick voice checkup after everything’s calmed down.

Boulder: And I’ll give this to Doc Greene to keep it locked in a safe place so it doesn’t steal voices again.(picks up the box and leaves the room)

Hot Shot: Feels great to talk again.

Heatwave: Agreed.

Wedge nudged Hot Shot.

Wedge: So, when’s the next concert?

Hot Shot blinked, and bumped Wedge on the arm.

Medix intervened and replied back at them.

Medix: Not until Uncle Ratchet gives his voice a good checkup.

Hot Shot: And I need rest.

Hoist: (wraps arms around them) You’ll be alright.

The recruits and Heatwave all chuckled as it all ended.

I deserve a chance to wear your voice box as a fascination, you undead piece of trash!