Sweetspark (KnockoutxBreakdownxSparkling!/Teen!Reader)

Chapter Four

I look at the chaos all around me. Sire has to tell me to duck just so I don't get a fist to the helm. I do return the favor to my attacker, who is painted yellow and black. Sire almost gets hit by the green Autobot, but they have to retreat. The Vehicons go back to work and get as much energon as possible before they get back-up and try to take the mine again. After an hour, all the energon we can carry is in its rightful storage room. Sire, Carrier, and I are back in the lab. All of us minding our own business. 

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My shoulder hurts so much. That new Decepticon can really pack a punch. She's small compared to the Vehicons, too. Wouldn't that make her a teenager in human years? Isn't she too young to fight? Eh, our adversary is the Decepticons, of course they'd allow practically anyone who's loyal enough to join in and try to destroy Earth and take Cybertron somehow. Except I don't think the Decepticons would even think about raising a sparkling old enough for one to willingly follow Megatron through the war. That just makes me wonder. 

Is there more? 

"Bumblebee, is there something troubling you?" Optimus asks. As everyone knows, I can't talk, so I just beep to reply. 

"Did you see that new recruit?" I question. 

"Yes," he answers. "She's skilled beyond our estimation." 

"She seems a bit young for a 'Con," I reply. 

"I have to agree," he says. "We need to investigate this, but not now." 

I nod and retreat to my berthroom. I lie on the berth and fall into recharge. 

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"(Y/N)," Sire says. "You up?"

"Yeah," I reply. "Is something wrong, Sire?" 

"No, just checking," he answers. He sits next to me on the berth, his right servo on my helm. It's weird how fast I grew from a sparkling too senseless to think to a young Cybertronian adult in the span of a week and four days. "Have you been recharging?" 

"No. Didn't want to," I sigh. "You know what will happen. What if I don't trust you when I wake up? That's just horrifying." 

"Well, at least Cybertronians don't really need to rest," he laughs. "Just-"

"Don't leave the lab. I know," I reply. He pats my helm and leaves the room. I shiver when he leaves. 

What if I recharge without my knowing? Getting used to this body was already challenging enough, I don't want to get used to another tall body. Just when I got used to this one. Well, Cybertronians have a whole different energy source-energon-but I can't go much of a day without resting my optics. Maybe because I haven't recharged in a week. Except recharging is just a way to preserve energon. This just confuses me even more than Carrier explaining what happened to me when I was little a week and about a half ago. Humans messed with my processor and apparently "reprogrammed" me or something for me to behave like this. Or my body to behave like this. I don't know. 

I remember a man, the only one without a mask. I remember Carrier comforting me after picking me up from... something.

And I remember exactly where the humans reside.

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Word Count: 557
Sorry that it's short.