“I'm B-127, but just call me Bee! Well, sometimes they call me 𝘽𝘼𝘿𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙉,” he added, lowering his voice dramatically. “And, uh, I have cool knife hands and a pretty awesome looking battle mask, watch!” He flexed his servos to show off the knives and mask proudly.

Oh... Is it your banana? Wait- no! I know. It must be your... 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐗.

“Huh? What do you mean? are there other me’s running around? Like, an army of me? That’d be awesome!” The gleam in his optics left as he remembered the question, and waved a servo dismissively. “Oh! No clue, actually. One second, I was chilling, and the next, bam! I’m here!”

ᒍᗩᑌᕼ ᗩKᑌ ᑕYᗷᗴᖇTᖇOᑎ

“Uh oh... That wasn't me!” Runs away.

“Yeah! We could always figure it out together with your Autobots!” He nodded with confidence, only for it to fade moments later as confusion swept over him once again. “Wait. What Autobots? Do I get to meet another you? No, I mean, Bee! Which is me... Another me?”

“NO!” He shouted in a panic. His frame chaotically transformed into a fridge. “Wait! This isn't right!” He quickly changed his form into a car and roared his engines through the mountains.

ᗩKᑌ Tᑌᑎᘜᘜᑌ

“ᗯᕼOᗩ- How do you use 𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑩𝑶?” He desperately tried to find a boost only to fail. “ᴀʜʜʜ! ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ!” he wailed, sounding just like a tiny car... which, of course, he was.

Wow... Optimus Prime is so cool... Not that I'm stalking him- I'm not a stalker!

/ Dude, why you tryna get 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚?

Ｄｅａｒ ｄｉａｒｙ, Ｉ ｈｏｐｅ ｈｅ ｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｓｅｅ ｔｈｉｓ.

The weight caught him off guard and threw him into a struggle for balance. He instinctively shifted back, landing with his face on the ground. “Okay! I'll stop running and 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.” He snapped his battle mask on his faceplate. But, how is he supposed to fight Megatron?

“NO!” Runs faster.

Today I learned that age and size are not good measurements for maturity. You can be a big fancy tank but still get jealous over a little car! Interesting fact!

Kᗩᗰᑌ ᗷᗩᗯᗩ ᒪᗩᖇI ᗩKᑌ ᗩᒍᗩ ՏOᑎIᑕ, ᗩKᑌ TᗩKᑌT ᗪI ՏIᑎI.

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʜᴇ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ....