Heroic-Ampora

A/N: This thought first came to me after seeing Bee talk. 'What if his beeps and boop sounds were hereditary?' Well, here's my two-cents on this, plot bunny! Set in an extreme AU, where the war never happened and Bee and Smokescreen were roommates going to the same school. And if Bumblebee's Carrier wore a flower pot on her helm. But instead of a flower, it was a tiny shard of crystal. Yeah, I'm weird let's continue! "Your Carrier is coming over?" Smokescreen asked. "And you didn't bother to tell me?!" He helped Bumblebee hurriedly clean up their small apartment. Since the beginning of finals week, their room had gone from very neat to very,

The wind howled against the crook. He struggled to grip onto his stash of cash and jewelry. The hoodlum began to regret taking the jewelry. The gold sure weighed him down. SWISH-FLIT. He stopped cold. The man could have sworn that the shadow in front of him contorted. The branch couldn't have curled inward like a bendy-straw. That wasn't possible. WHOOSH. WHOOSH. The burglar clutched his bag close to his chest. Keep walking, keep walking, he commanded himself. Just the damn wind. Nothing more. The sound of something being stretched made him run. Sneakers slapped over the puddle covered ground. The sidewalk beneath him was in great disrepair.