[[TW;; Mentions of death, suicide.]]
Bumblebee was knelt over the destroyed, mangled body that was once
recognizable as his leader, his friend. Energon leaked from the
lifeless body, the bright purple-ish pink substance painting the
floor, aswell as splattered on the giant yellow robot.
"O-Optimus..
Please.." Bee's voice was weak and glitchy as he desperately tried to
wake his leader, even though it was evidently useless. And while
Bumblebee knew that, he didn't give up, oil dropping from his eyes,
splattering onto the once shiny and clean metal of Optimus, which was
now severely dented and dirtied with Energon and Dirt. He didn't even
know if the Energon was others, or if it was Prime's own. Either way,
it was evident that Optimus had lost enough Energon to the point that
he wasn't coming back. They could use Dark Energon, but..It wouldn't
bring back Optimus. It'd bring back a monster. A monster who'd destroy
everything in its path, no matter if its a human, or a fellow Autobot.
It'll simply bring Optimus back as a brainless monster, remembering
nothing, simply having a murderous instinct. Optimus was Gone. There
was no saving him now. The team held a funeral for Optimus later that
day. The team wasn't the same after that, however- They'd lost their
leader, the one who'd helped them all, the one who would have given a
speech right about now about what their next move would be. But dead
Autobots can't give speeches, could they? Bee found himself sitting on
the edge of the base's roof day after day, causing The Team to begin
to worry. Bee and Optimus were always...Well, close, I mean, they were father-like-son for fucks sake! There was always a fellow Autobot nearby,
watching Bee to make sure he didn't...do anything. However, One day,
after a few weeks, Bee noticed nobody was near, beginning to slowly
get closer to the edge. He closed his eyes as he allowed himself to
fall, whispering three final words before he hit against the ground,
ending up in bits and pieces.
"I'm coming, Optimus.."
