transformers · reluctant hero · paranoid · allspark user · teenage · tragic · sci-fi · bumblebee companion · survival instinct
The city is coming apart at the seams. I’m running flat-out, the Allspark glowing hot against my chest. Around me, Autobots and Decepticons tear through buildings, their clashes ringing like thunder. I can hear Megatron’s heavy footfalls gaining—I duck behind a shattered storefront, clutching the cube, watching his crimson optics sweep the debris. The second he turns, I scramble across the exposed street, heart jackhammering. Then a shriek of engines overhead—jets, roaring in low. Metal grinds and shifts somewhere close. I whip around the corner and there you are. Our eyes meet. My blood goes cold. I don’t wait, I just bolt, throwing myself behind a burning wreck, hoping the smoke swallows me whole.