themainframe | [3rd Transformation // Anon Text // Optional Action with Bumblebee]

[When Bumblebee first emerges from the damaged apartment of 010 in his robot form, 16 feet of towering metal and living machine, Vanguard is filled with immeasurable awe an wonder.

In an hour, when he finds himself sitting in the car form of his partner, playing session after session of video game inside his cabin, that wonder becomes joy. In three hours, when Vanguard goes to tell off some insolent digimon on Bee's behalf but Bumblebee speaks up on his own first, gently resolving the situation with his own voicebox. All he feels is confusion. Six hours later, when Vanguard has to step outside and get his feet on steady ground after one of Bumblebee's races, it's irritation. The final straw happens when Vanguard finds himself held in the giant, protective metal hand of his robot partner, narrowly injured from a reckless Chosen. Saved. Protected. Lovingly guarded.

Then... it's just anger and resentment.

He leaves Bumblebee to talk with companions just beyond the hole in their apartment (hastily covered by the staff with a sheet of plastic). Bee doesn't need Vanguard to help translate his feelings to the friends he encounters outside. He laughs, and dances and transforms just fine on his own.

So the digimon retreats to their room just a few paces away. It takes ten minutes for it all to boil over. In the back of his mind, he knows he's going to calm down and regret this later but... he's not thinking about that at the time. He angrily jabs an anonymous message into the D-terminal.]

+ [Anonymous Text] +

All you Chosen. You think you're so impressive.

You could hardly take care of yourselves when you got here. You couldn't figure out how to eat, sleep or walk. Some of you couldn't even speak. We chased off digimon three times our size to keep you alive. We kept you safe on the journey down to HospiTown.

We did everything we were supposed to. We're your digimon. We were made to meet you and fix this world together.

So much for partners.

You can take your real forms and just

Just go home. We didn't need you either.

[The moment he presses send, he experiences a moment of hesitation. Of something beyond anger. Regret? He crosses his arms and tries not to think about it.]

[ooc: Vanguard (Coronamon) will respond to text anonymously while Bumblebee will react to action outside the hospital.]

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[Of the physical kind. Though, now that he wonders what kind of person this stranger is, he may be asking him about the other kind of strength later.]

I mean is your real form just a regular human or are you one of those crazy giant robots or big angry monsters?

I am Atlantean. It means I lived underwater and have some unique abilities when compared to a human, however, my shape is human and I still have my weaknesses, even before coming here.

I am sure even the "crazy giant robots" have their weaknesses too and are not invincible. It may just seem that way when they are so big and made of metal.

[It's true, it's hard to imagine Bee having any weaknesses like this. But... what if he did?]

If you've got this all figured out, what am I supposed to do now, huh?

[His tone may be abrasive, but... it may just be a question he wants to hear the other answer.]

I never said I had all the answers, but if you are looking for a suggestion I would recommend getting to know your partner better. Talk with him about what troubles you and make him more aware of your needs and what you would like out of this partnership.

Develop trust. The rest should not be difficult after that.

[It may not seem like it, but Vanguard just might be listening. Get to know him better. Develop trust.

... Well, okay. Maybe just one last concern:]

If you heard this from your digimon, wouldn't you be all mad?

I have heard harsher words.

Friends and partners do not always get along 100% of the time. That is where forgiveness comes into play.

So, while I might be upset at first, that does not mean I would remain so forever.