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Control (Yandere! Bumblebee)
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    Time 1h 16m
Ongoing, First published Jan 01, 2017
TFP! Yandere! Bumblebee x Human! Female! Reader

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"I'm going now!"

"To where?"

"My, uh, comic book club!"

"Since when we're you interested in comic books?"

The skepticism in your fathers voice and his crossed arms were more then enough to know he had his suspicions. 

"I've always been interested in comic books!"

"Does the same go for Miko, Jack, and Rafael?"

Huh?

Turning around you faced your father- confusion and slight fear swimming in your eyes as to how he knew who you were spending time with.

"Don't think I don't take notice of that yellow muscle car lingering around the area and your school either."

...what?



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Started: Jan. 1 2017
Completed: -
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9 parts Ongoing

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ❝𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞!❞ ➶-͙˚ ༘✶ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ Drill wasn't supposed to feel. Or think. Or want to escape. But she did. Project Mimicry had aimed for perfection-a new breed of Cybertronian, capable of decision-making, independent thought, and cold efficiency. What they got was chaos. Minds shattered into jagged pieces, leaving Drill caught between what she was designed to be and what she could never fully understand. Her thoughts tangled like the sharp and shiny things she adored, always out of reach. S-173 had died in that laboratory. But Drill? Drill was something different. (I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS, ONLY MY OC DRILL. CHARACTERS MAY BE A BIT OOC BECAUSE IT'S A COMEDY. I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 11, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. THIS WILL GET PROGESSIVELY WORSE AND WORSE AS I LOST MOTIVATION TO REWRITE)