Who's Really the Crazy One Here?

Chapter 5

Your vents hitched slightly a low static filling them. You gazed upon your faceplate in a particularly shiny slab of metal. Your claws traced down your scarred cheek and down to your chin.

You could almost imagine it.

The smooth metal cold unforgiving (o/c) optics.

Straight precise helm, without a blemish without audio fins.

That was you. That confident cold-sparked bot.

This... this was a monster created in the heat of war. A hideous amalgamation of different genes in the attempt to make a perfect stronger solider.

Your optics swelled glossy your once smooth derma quivering. This was the face of a once well respected femme who fell hard from glory.

The slab of metal met the other wall with a loud clang your chassis heaving.

You sighed softly rubbing your temples.

Why was this stressing you so much?

'Because we became an emotionally unstable glitch.'

'Wow I am sooo supportive of myself '

'I'm just sayin.'

You sighed heavily bringing your knees to your chassis you hugged them close.

You huffed angrily at yourself pushing your stabilizers away.

You have better uses of your time then sulking about the passed. You tapped the side of your helm the audio fin perking up. Might as well see how well your control over the small Autobot is growing.

~Bumblebee Pov~

I grinned playing my game against Sari thumb digits moving rapidly over the controls.

"-Bumblebee! You need to get checked by Ratchet!" I heard Prime at the end of his rant.

I huffed and paused the game turning to him. I placed my servo out as I spoke.

"Look, Boss-bot, I can assure you I am perfectly fiiiiiiiii-" I was frozen the sound continuously my vocalizer

'Mm Minor-Motor functions at 21% well that's surprisingly fast.' I heard a bot speak-er-think as my optics defocused on the world around me

'-Tristablation Core, zero... I should get on that.. memory processing wire and center, pretty useless, but I need to get through all those files to get to-'

As far as I knew this bot was just talking or thinking or whatever just random gibberish, what the frag was a Tristablation Core? Why was it at zero percent?

'-Ugh a good book or too could do this bot some good... Ugh I'll have to check in again later.-'

"-iiine." I finished then blinked

I looked around confused seeing I was no longer in the main room. I was in the med bay.

I turned my helm towards the door when it opened exposing Ratchet and Prime.

"-He's got a processor bug, who knows how long it's been in there." Ratchet said tapping a digit to the side of his helm, "This is Bumblebee we are talking about."

"Hey!" I yelled

"Oh. You seem to be out of your processor break." Ratchet spoke walking towards me.

"Mind telling me what "bug" I have and how to smoosh it?" I asked narrowing my optics

"Bumblebee," Boss-bot started, "This isn't a physical bug you can just remove."

I tilted my helm, "Then what is it?"

"A bot is trying to over ride all of your systems and gain control of.." Ratchet gestured to me, "All of you. Which won't be necessarily hard, which is probably why they targeted you first."

"So... like Someone is trying to mind control ME!?" I gasped

"No-"

"THEY ARE TRYING TO MIND CONTROL ME!"

"BUMBLEBEE!" I stared at Prime

"There is a way for Ratchet to fix it." He explained

"How?"

"A simple upgrade of your systems should wipe out the virus." Ratchet stated grabbing several wires, "Lets get this over with."

I sighed and laid back as Ratchet began to connect the wires to my helm and too the console.

"Uploading your current information..." Ratchet spoke there was a ding and he was silent staring at the screen, "But..."

"Ratchet what is it?" Optimus asked concerned

"Yeah what is it doc-bot?" I asked digits gripping onto each other

"I... I've changed my processor, an update would only make the situation worse." Ratchet stammered

"What? Ratchet what's wrong!? Am I offlining!?" I asked sitting up and looking back at him

"No... no, just an old infector appears to have reappeared, but just to be sure, pull up the bot who you last saw before you were knocked out." Ratchet demanded staring at the screen

I tilted my helm and thought back to that moment and focused on the 'con holding Fanzone.

"I need a little more than just her form Bumblebee, show me her face."

I stuck my glossa out and closed an optic thinking about how creepily close she got how screwed up yet cool her faceplate was.

"She should be in the Stockades.."

"Who Ratchet?"

"(Y/n)."