[Video // Second Transformation]

[proveyourmetal]

[For all you night owls out there, Vanguard decides that now (just five minutes past midnight in an abandoned house at the edge of HospiTown) is the perfect time to voice his displeasure.:]

As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.

[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]

I'm not scared. I'm annoyed

[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]

Can we just go now?

[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]

[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]

[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]

What're you doing-!?

[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]

-can't take it from me!

[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]

[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]

Comments

[Audio]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Kid?

[Well, that wasn't foreboding.]

The scrap was that???

[text]

[proveyourmetal]

Wheeljack.

I thought the house was empty.

It's not.

[Not quite answering the question. Whoops.]

Forever Audio (until action)

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Then...who's there, kid.


Some kinda...digithing?

[proveyourmetal]

Ghost digithing.

I think it wants to talk.

[Vanguard seems vehemently against it, but he might just. Get. Wheeljack's opinion on the matter. You know. For posterity. Or something.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

And you wanna...talk back.

[That tone, it's like he's pegging you for crazy, Bee.

He's not going to say it--oh who is he kidding.]

Yannow you're mute, right.

[proveyourmetal]

[He might be frowning slightly pouting on the other side.]

Thanks for the reminder.

[Then, he pauses. Well, all right. The smart remark wasn't called for. Sorry Wheeljack.]

I've managed all right so far, haven't I?

Maybe I can even just listen. See what it wants...

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Don't worry, Bumblebee, he deserved that.]

Just makin' sure.

...

What, think I'm lettin' ya go after a Digithing without backup?

[You know, not that he cares.]

[proveyourmetal]

I know.

[He remembers. Never engage the enemy alone.]

[Though a corner of his lips turn up in something of a smile. Is that a touch of humor in this next text message?]

Wasn't there a saying? Something about Wreckers and back-up?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Hey, you guys rub off on him, he rubs off on you.

At least, that's how it seems to work with Team Primelings.]

Heh, so ya remember.


Technically, you're the one callin' for backup, yeah? I'm just answerin'.

[proveyourmetal]

Guess I'm lucky you were there to pick up.

[Funny how they'd always been at the same base, the same team, with the same goals... but he's only really getting to fight alongside with the wrecker now. Some things you learn about a mech only in combat.]

Need coordinates?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Maybe it was the crisis at hand, or the fact that Wheeljack hadn't had a reason to give the Scout a second look.

Maybe he'd been wrong in that area. But that wasn't important now. A smirk trails across his lips (not that Bee can see)]

That'd help. Don't wanna play hide-n-seek for a Bee in a scrapyard.

[proveyourmetal]

[Blip. You should be receiving them now.]

Here's the location if you want to join the party.

Just don't expect any big explosions.

[He isn't in any terrible danger at the moment, and he can certainly take care of himself... But having a Wrecker around would certainly make an unfamiliar situation in unfamiliar territory more exciting easier to handle.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Ah, there they are. Storing them mentally, he can't help but smirk at the screen.]

Ya never know with me, kid. Ya never know.

[The feed clicks off as he heads to the location Bee provided. He can't say an old abandoned house was something he'd expect to be busting into tonight, but...

It was fun, doing things impromptu like this.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Pffff.]

Just don't bring the house down.

We might've conditioned our human bodies, but not we're not that in shape.

[When Wheeljack arrives, the abandoned house looks far more impressive from close up than it does from afar, the treeline hiding the bulk of the house.]

[Stepping inside, there'll be a long corridor leading to the heart of the house where Bee is waiting. Though on either side of the corridor, there may be two or three doors with Bakemon in them. They watch him passively from behind half-open doors, ghostly hands and fingers clutching the doorframe as Wheeljack passes.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[You sassy little bee.

An abandoned house, huh. Wheeljack wasn't the type to believe in ghosts, or even anything having to do with the afterlife, so there's nothing to really make him take a double look.

His digimon, however, aren't so steeled (lol pun) as they practically cling to his legs, shaking like scared puppies.]

Get off.

Oh yeah? You're not the one who's gonna do the fighting, buck-o!

[proveyourmetal]

[Soft voices can be heard murmuring down the corridor. Once Wheeljack and his digimon speak out loud, the voices down the hall go silent.]

[Footsteps may be making their way towards the trio in the dark, time-weathered floorboards groaning under weight.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[When Wheeljack hears those footsteps, he stops, eyes immediately looking around for the source.

The Digimon only hold on tighter, eyes as wide as dinner plates.]

Go check it out, Wheeljack....


Fine.

[His legs start to move again, only causing the Digimon to cling tighter.]

No wait! I changed my mind!

[proveyourmetal]

[They'll be able to get further into the house without incident. Once they've reached the end of the corridor where barely any light reaches in from the outside. That's when it'll happen:]

Bee! Bee! There it is!

[Three figures will zoom past Wheeljack and his partners in a sprint. The first is the mysterious red and white blur of a fleeing digimon, while the two following that will be orange and red: Bumblebee and Vanguard, apparently in hot pursuit!]