[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.]

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[proveyourmetal]

[Bee stares at the D-terminal for a moment, surprised. Then shakes his head.]

No reason, Whirl.

Other than being worried, that is.

[oneeyedterror]

Then you're kind of stupid, kid.

[Meh, whatever if Bee wants to be worried he can be worried. Not like it bothers Whirl.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Oh, Whirl. Your not-friend is concerned for ya. Deal wif it

A bit of a smile.] 'Kid' is pretty ironic, coming from you.

[oneeyedterror]

I'm older than you, so it's not ironic.

[Don't you even dare Bee. Whirl lived life before the Autobot-Decepticon War, he is so fucking older than you.]

[proveyourmetal]

Doesn't look like it from where I'm sitting.

[Can you prove it? CAN YOU?]

[oneeyedterror]

I was forged and lived before the war, little guy.

[ANYTHING HE DOES TO PROVE IT BEE WOULDN'T GET BECAUSE DIFFERENT UNIVERSES.]

[proveyourmetal]

Mm. Point.

[So for about fifteen seconds, it felt like Bee wasn't the youngest bot ever. He dreamed the dream. And now that's done.]

So you going to tell me how you're doing, or what?

[oneeyedterror]

Hm...

Nah, I don't think I will.

[proveyourmetal]

Are you always this stubborn?

[oneeyedterror]

Huh? This isn't stubborn.

[proveyourmetal]

Then what exactly would you call it?

[oneeyedterror]

Me nothing frikking caring what you think.

[proveyourmetal]

You're really gonna make a bot come all the way down to the hospital to see for himself?

[Because he will, Whirl. If only to foil your Whirl-ness.]

[oneeyedterror]

If you want, not like you'll see anything.

[Cause Whirl maybe tried to sneak out hahahaha.]

[proveyourmetal]

Whirl... Where are you?

[DID YOU ESCAPE :| GDIT WHIRL YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT THE HOSPITAL.]

[oneeyedterror]

Somewhere.

[IT'S NOT ESCAPING, IT'S BEING DISCHARGED... without letting anyone else know.]

[proveyourmetal]

Were you forged being this good at driving bots crazy, or do you practice?

[oneeyedterror]

Over four million years of practice, little guy.

[That and Whirl was... maybe less of an asshole before certain things happened to him.

Maybe.]

[proveyourmetal]

Come back to my timeline so you can put that practice to good use. We'll plant you as a sleeper agent in the Decepticons. See how long it takes for the army to self destruct.

[oneeyedterror]

[There is just.

dead silence on Whirl's end now.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Whirl's replies are usually lightning-fast, each more provocative than the last. A long silence is... new. Maybe a little discomforting.]




You know I'm not serious, right?

[oneeyedterror]

[A snort.]

Even if you weren't, I'd probably just scrap them all in an hour.

[proveyourmetal]

[All the same... he may just avoid that kind of humor in the future.]

If only dealing with Cons were that easy.

[oneeyedterror]

It probably helps that I'm a flier.

[A beat.]

Normally, you know.

[proveyourmetal]

You're an aerialbot?

Whirl, when you're not busy busting my circuits, you're busy surprising me.