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Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

“Truly a mess, thought it seems this time of year is always fraught with something. …What hallucinations?” He drinks the center from his own treat before crunching down the outer layer with his teeth. So very satisfying.

“Not more magic?”

Frag, I don’t know! You touched my weird doppelganger! And I man-handled Smokescreen’s! Stabbed it, too!

That gets another hearty laugh out of him. 

“It would seem we share the instinct! Did yours produce the same result?”

Nah, man, it was WAY bigger than me. I think I just annoyed it. But it FELT GOOD, damn it! (Bee takes another enthusiastic bite.) 

“Ah ha, very good! Perhaps if we teamed up against it, the fraud would succumb as yours did?”

Maybe! YEAH! Anything we team up on goes down hard! It’ll be AWESOME! IT-

(And he sees it. Out of the corner of his optics, a shape flickers. The clone, smirking, judging him… shaking his head while that smile never leaves.) 

(And he knows, instantly. He can’t do a thing about it. He’s never been able to help Smokescreen, and he never will. This is a problem just for Megatron to solve, someone important with real power and sway. Not him. He’s never mattered.) 

-it… maybe… maybe it’ll pass…

(He takes another bite, and the taste is gone.) 

Just like that, the joviality is gone. He can see Bumblebee visibly deflate, back to the posture he’d first had when Megatron had opened the door, back to those distant, hopeless optics. He glares.

“It’s still here, isn’t it?”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

“Truly a mess, thought it seems this time of year is always fraught with something. …What hallucinations?” He drinks the center from his own treat before crunching down the outer layer with his teeth. So very satisfying.

“Not more magic?”

Frag, I don’t know! You touched my weird doppelganger! And I man-handled Smokescreen’s! Stabbed it, too!

That gets another hearty laugh out of him. 

“It would seem we share the instinct! Did yours produce the same result?”

Nah, man, it was WAY bigger than me. I think I just annoyed it. But it FELT GOOD, damn it! (Bee takes another enthusiastic bite.) 

“Ah ha, very good! Perhaps if we teamed up against it, the fraud would succumb as yours did?”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

“Truly a mess, thought it seems this time of year is always fraught with something. …What hallucinations?” He drinks the center from his own treat before crunching down the outer layer with his teeth. So very satisfying.

“Not more magic?”

Frag, I don’t know! You touched my weird doppelganger! And I man-handled Smokescreen’s! Stabbed it, too!

That gets another hearty laugh out of him. 

“It would seem we share the instinct! Did yours produce the same result?”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

Megatron snatches his energon from the table as it’s flipped, replacing it on a higher shelf this time. Then he happily returns to the game of chasing after and repeatedly destroying the imitation, joining in on the laughter.

“So tell us how to solve it! Because we’re quite enjoying this little distraction!”

(The clone stutters, lost for ideas, and disappears after one last crush. Bee breathlessly titters with delight that it’s gone.) 

You did it! I don’t know how you did it, but you did it! THANK YOU! Oh jeeze I need to put the kotatsu back- YOU are getting STAR TREATMENT! KINGLY-SIZE GOOD TREATMENT!

Looking around, the clone fails to rematerialize. Megatron straightens back up with a hearty laugh, shaking his helm.

“You already treat me so well! I can’t imagine what that entails.” Retrieving the treats from the shelf, the warlord sits himself down on the couch, slashing open the edge of a package with his claw. “Here. Treat yourself to some of that, too.”

Oh sweet! (Bee tears into the snack.) Oh LITERALLY sweet! Man I needed this today- 

(He munches away at the treat and talks with his mouth full.) Man, fuck October, right? What a mess! And now Smokescreen’s having freaky hallucination things too! It’s not fair! (gulp) Or maybe that’s more Fuck November.

“Truly a mess, thought it seems this time of year is always fraught with something. …What hallucinations?” He drinks the center from his own treat before crunching down the outer layer with his teeth. So very satisfying.

“Not more magic?”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

Megatron snatches his energon from the table as it’s flipped, replacing it on a higher shelf this time. Then he happily returns to the game of chasing after and repeatedly destroying the imitation, joining in on the laughter.

“So tell us how to solve it! Because we’re quite enjoying this little distraction!”

(The clone stutters, lost for ideas, and disappears after one last crush. Bee breathlessly titters with delight that it’s gone.) 

You did it! I don’t know how you did it, but you did it! THANK YOU! Oh jeeze I need to put the kotatsu back- YOU are getting STAR TREATMENT! KINGLY-SIZE GOOD TREATMENT!

Looking around, the clone fails to rematerialize. Megatron straightens back up with a hearty laugh, shaking his helm.

“You already treat me so well! I can’t imagine what that entails.” Retrieving the treats from the shelf, the warlord sits himself down on the couch, slashing open the edge of a package with his claw. “Here. Treat yourself to some of that, too.”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

“This isn’t GONNA SO-”

(It crushes under his foot, but not like metal. It’s just a pressure, like a repulsor beam. It still makes Bumblebee laugh like he hasn’t laughed in years.) 

MAN, I wish you could to that to the inside of my head! Not, like, literally of course.

(The terrified Bee clone reforms under the kotatsu, peeking its scared little head out from the covers and watching Megatron fearfully.) 

Well it definitely isn’t a mech. There’s nothing left over, there’s no crunch of metal or electric snap of broken wires making contact with his pede. It doesn’t disturb him as much as it should that he knows so intimately how it should feel. But, at least Bumblebee is laughing. That alone makes it fun.

“Come out of there, I’m trying to make this quick for you~”

(The clone yelps and hides. Bee, obligingly to Megatron, jumps up and flips the table with a grand dramatic flair, and the clone tries to bolt.) “THIS IS ONLY A DISTRACTION IT ISN’T SOLVING ANYTHING!!!” 

(The real Bumblebee fields for Megatron, keeping the clone from hiding under anything that can’t be flipped over.) 

Megatron snatches his energon from the table as it’s flipped, replacing it on a higher shelf this time. Then he happily returns to the game of chasing after and repeatedly destroying the imitation, joining in on the laughter.

“So tell us how to solve it! Because we’re quite enjoying this little distraction!”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

“This isn’t GONNA SO-”

(It crushes under his foot, but not like metal. It’s just a pressure, like a repulsor beam. It still makes Bumblebee laugh like he hasn’t laughed in years.) 

MAN, I wish you could to that to the inside of my head! Not, like, literally of course.

(The terrified Bee clone reforms under the kotatsu, peeking its scared little head out from the covers and watching Megatron fearfully.) 

Well it definitely isn’t a mech. There’s nothing left over, there’s no crunch of metal or electric snap of broken wires making contact with his pede. It doesn’t disturb him as much as it should that he knows so intimately how it should feel. But, at least Bumblebee is laughing. That alone makes it fun.

“Come out of there, I’m trying to make this quick for you~”

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

Megatron looks at the loud, cruel Bumblebee and then at the one sinking into himself behind him. That one’s his.

Without so much as a change in expression, the warlord lifts his pede to slam it down on the rude imposter. “I thought we’d destroyed that carnival. Did I miss its source?”

HGM-!!!

(Bee’s just so relieved to have the thing gone that he starts laughing.) I don’t even know! It just showed up once the carnival disappeared! 

(Being holomatter, the clone reforms with a click and a blink of light… weeell out of Megatron’s stomping distance.) 

“Hmm… It’s not acting like the goo creatures.”

He takes the energon he’s brought and carefully sets it down on the kotatsu before going after the double again. Unfortunately his cannon is not ideal for indoor use.

Megatron has brought over some of his sweeter spoils from his time away. He supposed they’re enough like candy to pass for Halloween treats. “Bumblebee? I’ve brought us a drink.”

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(The Bumblebee that answers the door is lively and smirking devilishly… compared to the tired, shrinking Bumblebee that’s at his back.) “HEY LOOK, it’s Megatron here for pity hangouts! Guess Rung wasn’t available today, huh?” 

(Bee looks ashamed, and the devilish Bumblebee shoves him back in the house and leaves the door open.) “Come in, come in! He can prattle on about his pets for a couple hours until you get bored and go home!” 

Megatron looks at the loud, cruel Bumblebee and then at the one sinking into himself behind him. That one’s his.

Without so much as a change in expression, the warlord lifts his pede to slam it down on the rude imposter. “I thought we’d destroyed that carnival. Did I miss its source?”