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➵ out of his head | 𝟎𝟏𝟗 ◟ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗜 ◞ ₊˚⊹♡ 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗𝙳𝚛𝚘𝚙 ‹𝟹
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"Yes! I'm out," "Or should I say in?" ...
As Megatron's consciousness lingered within Bumblebee's processor, he found himself in the unfamiliar environment of the Autobots' base, surrounded by enemies. It was a vexing predicament—being confined within the body of a mere Autobot scout, stripped of his formidable power and authority.
He longed to reclaim his old body, his former imposing form that struck fear into the sparks of all who dared to oppose him. The sensation of being trapped within the confines of Bumblebee's weak frame was infuriating. It was a humiliation he couldn't bear for long.
Every movement of the yellow scout's form resonated within him, from the subtle vibration of his actuators to the firm contact of his pedes against the base ground.
His optics narrowed as he observed the scene unfolding before him, his attention drawn to a human female approaching the Autobot scout.
"What you did was heroic, and you should be very proud of yourself," her voice was smooth and caring, with a hint of warmth that sent a shiver down Bumblebee's circuits.
There was a magnetic quality to her voice, each word carrying a seductive allure that was impossible to resist. It was as if every syllable she uttered wrapped around him like a comforting embrace.
Bumblebee's optics lit up with joy, glowing brightly as he scooped her up in his arms, his servos gentle yet strong. With a happy chirp, he spun her around, the motion fluid and effortless. (Y/N) laughed, the sound echoing warmly in the space, her hand reaching out to affectionately pat his helm.
Within Bumblebee's chassis, Megatron experienced the electric surge of power coursing through the Autobot as he made contact with (Y/N).
