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 Three days ago, for the very last I was actually almost attacked by Soundwave 2.0 Seriously what’s up with this robot?  He could have killed me! Maybe it should have happened…from what situation I am in right now. I was on a mission to get some formula and test out this prototype firsthand with Bumblebee, Well…what do you know? He actually did the very exact opposite Sumdac reassured me: He fragging attacked me out of nowhere.

He slammed his incredibly wide-guitar on the floor creating a massive-earthquake like side effect. “Mission: Destroy Adam.” I hand my bull-horn-shaped blades out from my arms, then tried to attack it towards him. Yet the machine dodged me like a stray bullet not meant for the likes of cybertronian-man made armor. My teeth clenched together. This dude won’t fall down when I am facing him. So frustrating!

            “No, Mission is to get formula!”  Bumblebee snarkly said, shooting his stingers at  Soundwave 2.0.   He’s not actually all that brave,, but still, this is a success from not attacking to now attacking! Soundwave 2.0 dodged it making a dark cloud of smoke around us. The alarms went off. “Ah slag. Adam, don’t listen to whatever music he plays!”

            Music? What music? I have no taste in music! And he wants to destroy me…Jeeze, danger likes me or something!  “Um. You totally forgot how the musicplayer broke yesterday, techno-phobic dude!”  BASSH. My body hit the wall so hard my spine could have split into two. My back feels engulfed in pain. My body could have already gotten bruised up. “Ow.” My right red eye winced shut while my green one remained open, my battle mask went up. Soundwave is coming closer. “Dude. Whatever you are going to do, don’t do it. You will only regret it!”

            “Correction: Soundwave 2.0 does not have regrets.”  He aimed his cannon at me. I gulped. I was not scared, but I was anxious for It to be put away from my face. It frankly creeped me out. What could I be thinking about when a gigantic robot had a gun to my head? Before I hadn’t known about my powers in those little hours  and to what extent could they do on others.

            My horn-like sword sliced off a good portion of the cannon dripping energon. Wire stuck out from the separate machine being so grueling and horror-like suited for Cybertronian horror flicks. The chunk became deactivated seconds prior to landing on the floor. “Goal: Save the Autobots from their own mistake.” He punched me at the gut using this guitar of his. I wasn’t a mistake. I was brought into this world by my parents and I lived the life of a human!

            “Soundwave 2.0, stop!”

            I spat a mixture of blood and energon. on the pavement. My eyes looked up seeing Bumblebee had tackled him onto the floor, what a big guy Soundwave 2.0 is. If a whole team of Autobots piled onto him this guy possible then it could be possible one of them may get crushed.  He stung Soundwave 2.0’s neck sharply sparks ignited nearly blinding my eyes.  Soundwave’s body becomes fried and he fell to the ground nearly trembling what he fell on.

            Bumblebee stood right up.

            “Mission is a disaster.” His red  optics  flickered disappointment. He shook his helmet. “Adam?”

            Was I really a mistake? I held my chest as energon came from the corner of my mouth. “Mistakes…This must be just a glitch.” I look up to Bee. “I’m…ducking out on this mission. I’ll watch The Prototype in case…you know.” I knew what could happen if Bumblebee left me and he woke up unexpectedly, it meant death. And I accepted what my decisions could land me.

            He raised a optic ridge at me. Almost…worried for me?  It settled down.  I never had seen him make this emotion. I assumed Autobot’s did not care. About organics as much as Bumblebee complains about them and Beachswiper’s annual return of rotten human flesh on her  wheels, per say Sumdac otherwise explained she was doing favors for  him. Little ones. Minor  ones. The cracks in Soundwave 2.0’s armor drew my attention, where did he get those? He hadn’t been part of a fight or something since he was online--…Speaking of which…Maybe this isn’t OUR Soundwave 2.0. My hands make a spherical opening and eject water onto the armor. Instead of the familiar purple Symbol branded on his shoulder plating, I saw a friendly red one. Totally different color scheme.

            I scurried to the wall. “Ohmigod.”I said. “He’s…Just done the ultimate heist.”