Note: Hi all! Meta here, bearing with me a fun shenanigan based on the main TF Meta fic! Welcome to the Drabbleverse, where any and all random shenanigans featuring the characters of TF Meta can be posted! Whether funny hijinks, or dark musings, or simple casual chatter, they can all go here! And don't worry, the main Metaverse won't mind how out of canon any of these drabbles get Well, if you ever feel like adding a random drabble, a question or anything really, here's the place to do it! Enjoy Drabble 1: Wheeling for feeling There was a monster behind him. Bumblebee's systems were revving with exertion, spark desperately pulsing, Energon racing through his valves, as he darted through the canyon as fast as he could. His wheels whipped up dust in his wake, and the reddish rocks blurred by him, such was his speed, but deep down, he knew it was all in vain. He glanced back. He couldn't see it, but he knew it was still following him. It would keep following him until it caught him or died trying. And he certainly would not prefer the former option, considering he kind of enjoyed being alive, you know? His systems begged for rest, and, since overexerting himself wouldn't benefit him at all, he decided to indulge them; stopping by a large outcrop, he threw himself behind it, curled behind the hiding place and took a moment to rest, his systems cooling down and his wheels clicking slightly to relieve the ache in them. Even though he needed the break, Bumblebee figured he probably shouldn't be resting right now. It would just give time for that thing to catch up, but still, he needed to make sure he didn't get overexerted, which would be even worse. Lose-lose, as they said. But he decided that at least this kind of lose was better than the other. On the bright side, at least his Energon flow was readjusting itself, and his neurals weren't relaying the awful sensations of stressed hydraulics and gears anymore. Cybertronian metallogy was always quick to recover once provided the chance. But he still needed to keep going, less the monster found him hiding here and, well- Nervously, he peeked from the outcrop, looking towards the way he'd come from. Still no sign of it. Had it given up? Or was it just a case of the fact it hadn't caught up yet? Either way, this was his chance to make good on his escape. If it was nowhere near here even now, then he could easily get to safety! Satisfied, pleased, hopeful, Bumblebee revved his engine and got up, ready to keep on rolling- A pebble tipped down the side, clattering against the stone wall, before coming to a rest just by the base, attracting his attention. He stared at it, perplexed, before tracking its trajectory to see where it had come from, and when he followed its path of descent upwards, towards a high ledge- There it was. Crimson optics narrowed in malicious triumph. It had been above him the whole time. Waiting for his dawning moment of horrified comprehension. He didn't have time to scream, or fight back, or even try to run; it leapt down the moment his optics widened, cracking the ground under clawed feet and even as he tried to dodge, its huge form knocked him down, the rookie helpless against the monster, and as he desperately tried to struggle back to his wheels, he was pinned down under its foot. Struggling was futile. Escape was impossible. He had lost the game of life and death. The monster leaned down towards its victim, bearing teeth sharp enough to pierce even the strongest of armours in a titanic, hungry maw, a cruel growl that distorted the air with a wave of heat, and those terrifying crimsons eyes glaring down at him. Bumblebee hoped it would at least make his end quick. And then, its jaws opened further, leaned in, and- "Grimlock wins." The monster then burst out into laughter, and stepped off the rookie, who sat up and pouted, folding his arms like a sulky youngling and grumbling: "Not fair, you set me up with that pebble." Grimlock finished his bout of laughter and fondly noted: "Well, let this be a lesson, Bumblebee; when faced with uncertain circumstances, prepare for fighting or fleeing, not standing around bewildered." "Grimlock, we're playing Theritron Hunt, not combat exercises!" His crimson optics flashed with amusement: "Young organics, most often predatory examples, can learn valuable skills by play-fighting with their siblings or friends." Bumblebee rolled his optics, but he nevertheless started grinning and replied: "Alright, I'll give you that one. But still, if Hound found out you were using playtime to try and teach me things, his processor would implode!" "That's not exactly an incentive to stop." Grimlock noted, rather excited at the concept. Bumblebee laughed again, before darting over to the larger Autobot's leg and clambering onto his back, before he continued: "Grimlock suppose we're going back to the ship now?" "Yep, times up! And since you cheated, old buddy of mine, you have to carry me back!" Grimlock tilted his head for a bewildered look at the smiling scout: "Grimlock did not cheat." "Yes you did, you turned into a truck and drove up the edge of the canyon to catch up with me 'cause I'm a faster robot mode than you!" "Grimock did not do that!" "Yes you did, your optics are telling me!" ".... Really?" "No, not really, I just figured that'd make you give yourself away!" His smile got even bigger, and he started laughing again as Grimlock huffed in defeat and started the trek back to the ship, grumbling: "Rookies. Can't live with them, can't throw them into black holes...." But if he could, he'd be smiling right now.