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“Are you serious?
this is the greatest day of my life!
I get to work for the government!”
These words rang In B-127 audials as he approached the tall building of Iacon, he will be calling it home(work place? he still doesn’t know where he will recharge) with his two best friends.
He glanced at them, seeing how tall they were would be intimidating(especially Orion)for the untrained optic, but they’re the kindest bots around! this is great! he was so excited, he nearly sheathed his blades(Knife-hands) to open the door quicker.
When they entered, It was huge .
And it was filled with hundreds of bots celebrating them, shouting out their names in praise. Everyone was happy there! optics sparkling with joy!
A couple of a red colored mech and a blue with accented yellow actually lifted B-127 up on their shoulders plates, and pranced around with him on top, he wanted to know the names of them so badly.
Elita was receiving compliments from other mechs, who were gushing over her. She didn’t even feel arrogant, she simply said “Oh yeah, I know”(like always! primus, she’s so humble!)
but Orion was static -smiling, but static. his ever soft, yet clear commanding voice spoke.
“please everyone, I know you are excited -And I am too. But first we need to settle in our new missions. with megatron” he stuttered saying the name “and The Quintessons at large, we need to plan our next move.”
The bustle died down, as everyone here seemed to know where to go. somehow disappearing in the maze of lifts(like a reverse trash shoot) that were previously obscured by the mechs who were cheering them, still needs to get their names -all of their names, could be future best friends.
As they entered one of the lifts, and later went on a long stretching hallway, Bee stayed right by Orion’s side, glued to his hip. He always knows what to do, and he’ll give him a task when needed.
task.
like how they started being friends, he needed to do a task with him.
which they got from alpha-trion… and how they got there was because of:
Steve!
“Oh my primus Orion- we need to fix Steve!”
Orion slowed his pace and looked down at him, a visible confusion dusting his faceplate.
Did he forget who Steve is? no wait-
He’s not Orion anymore.
“I mean Optimus! Optimus Prime!” B-127 stammered his correction.
“Who’s Steve?" Elita-one chimed in, such as confused as Optimus.
“my old pal from my stomping grounds, well was- he died” The yellow bot forced a giggle. “but it’s fine! I can make a new Steve anytime! right Ori- err” he bit lip “Optimus?” he nailed it.
“right,” Optimus didn’t show eye contact “But in the meantime, bee; welcome to your new place” he gestures towards the door in front of them.
The yellow bot didn’t realized were it was till the colored wall promptly opened revealing; a slightly bigger sub-level 50 sized room, with a non-Conveyor belt berth, a mirror on a table cast on the wall, said table was filled on one side with energon, and some sort of poster of the Iacon-5000 printed on it.
“this is perfect! oh!- you know what we need do? a sleepover!” squealed.
“no” Elita deadpanned, peering inside while resting her helm on the archway.
“yeah- no maybe another time?” Optimus scratched the side of his neck, “is that okay?” he almost sounded like he was nervous.
“oh no I get it you’re busy, but maybe another time?” the yellow bot suggested, shrugging.
“of course” The prime’s face faceplate lit up in relief. “I second that” Elita added, a smirk creeping on her.
“Alright, I guess we will be heading out.” Optimus ducked under the entrance, and exited out. “if you need anything, let us know bee” The pink bot followed The prime, leaving B-127 alone with his new living arrangement.
this is great!
he took the time to explore his place, to the close minded processor it was an; empty, dry, maybe baren… which is true, but he’s going to fill it with so much stuff -he will make this into the greatest room ever!
First was the berth, he laid his back and it was the comfiest berth ever! Big enough to fit him and his best friends at the sleepover, but not too big that he’ll need a map to get out when he wakes up.
Then he hopped off to look at that table full of energon, It’s been awhile since he refueled(like 5 cycles?) and this energon looked especially tasty since it was from the fresh source instead of the mines.
He took one to shove into his intake before stopping when he senses movement.
it was the reflection, nothing dangerous, It’s just himself-
he started at the reflection.
it started back.
…is that what he looks like?
He took a servo and gently grazed over his cheekplate.
he couldn’t believe it.
all the times he did anything, this bot was doing it, too.
every word he spoke.
every breath he invented.
every thought he thunk!
he looked weird, he doesn’t remember the shattered glass from the garbage reflecting that face.
or maybe he does, it doesn’t look foreign to him. but it feels foreign, alien even.
He usually imagines himself as a disembodied voice with yellow arms. It was bizarre attaching a faceplate to his actions, every breath he took was linked to that mech.
but as he flexed his digits, and the mirror mimicked back.
it really was him.
a question flew into his processor: is that how everyone saw him?
this guy?
No He wasn’t this, well he can be this but it doesn’t make sense he would have a face.
he tried doing expressions, pouted,(forced)smiled, frowned, and that frown stayed.
Though, It would be distributing if he didn’t have a face, but he doesn’t want to see that. It feels unnatural to imagine this mech speaking with his voice.
an energon cube fell, its glowing blue shined next to his pede, he crouched down to pick it up, until an avalanche of cubes hit his helm.
the cubes scattered around him, as he fully sat and just stared at the mess. Part of him didn’t want to clean it, if it meant standing up and looking at that.
himself.
he shook his helm, and grabbed the nearest cube and just stared at it. His faceplate faintly reflected as a blobby blur, that’s what he thought he looked like.
hastily he collected all the falling energon cubes one by one, and hesitated on the last one before he reminded himself what Elita would think if she sees his new room like this.
cluttered one cube atop another, forming a shaky mountain(deliberately)in front of the mirror, he doesn’t want to look at him.
that can’t be him, B-127 wasn’t a mech. He was -But he was him, that faceplate was his, with his voice, with his body, with his mind.
It feels confusing.
There's a difference between Him and B-127; he was Orion’s(Optimus) and Elita’s best friend(…D-16 too?)
B-127 was a guy -on the mirror, yeah.
Now that makes more sense.
and he was also B-127…
“Is everything okay, Bee?”
Before The yellow mech could process the question, Elita entered, her voice hinted with concern.
there was a pause. Then B-127 spoke:
“I’m doing great.”