𝗥UMBL𝗘 .

( crawling backwards on all fours, iv trapped between his chipped dentae.
growling, hackles raised.
..visor grows wide, bright red at the treats being displayed.
jaw slacking just the slightest )
.. mrp ?
( helm tilting curiously to the side..
approaching closer.
giving the toy a lil sniff )

why do yew guys all care about skytwerp all a sudden.. wadda miss 😑 ?

gnawing on the iv

yew should nawt be twalkin' about steppin' neitha, smushedfly

says da one in dire straits, vital signs as limp as spaghetti

jumps up & bites da fonger of fury & rage. fear & fonger

no. no skywarp. don't get better. die bruh die

waddling over to the passed out skywarp & giving him a little kick in the helm before scrambling away & crawling back up his high perch to judge everyone again

yes. all da fliers will keel each udder & rumble will Rejoice .

loafed atop a high perch, enjoying the sun while the lesser ones squabble beneath him .

the little fist clenching the drumstick shakes with a growling fury & he sets the tool down to scrape at his visor then down his ruddy face.

" sorry, guys. i swear it was perfect. i'll do better. i swear. i'll do it right . "

" i SWEAR i've practiced dis- i SWEAR i've practiced. a billion times. a trillion billion. i dun- i dunno WHY i keep- it'snot- it'snot. the downbeat should be more dull DEN crisp DEn dull again but i keep reversing da order- so STEWPUD. STEWPUDSTEWPUDSTEW-"
jabbing his digit repetively before

playing the drums in front of his crowd, which consists of a black bird feather, a taped together VHS tape, a broken boombox, & cat fuzz.
nodding his helm to the rhythm as he recites without mistake on the blue set.
but frowns & jabs the metal drumstick into a digitjoint with anger anyways .

ignores

DRiVEL ?!?!??!???

WHO tAUGHT YOU THAT WORD ?!?!??!????

DON'T YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, YOUNG MECH 💢☝️ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!???!?????

stomps his little pede .

... " rumble done with this drivel . "

he has a blue kids toy LED flashlight taped to his arm to mimic the cannon .

...
turns his back and free to play generic pose 1's on him .

💢 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

... ' i never dhought my boss's boss would like skiblitzy toliet...' 💭
..... rubbing his always snotty, metal bandaged nose.
staring at his tiny fists of fury.

this is a lot of power... for one little guy to comprehend ..

flosses

skiblitzy toliet

..😎
👉

" l-
leave hi-im alone!!
leave h-him al- al- alone! g-g-go away "
from fear or frost, the mini-con was unsure.
digit can't even catch the trigger

leaning forward to try n bite the tank .
sporadically snapping little jaws as twitching wings rise as big as they shakily could.

" he didn't do nuddin!"

rumble tried, desperately, tried to hold one of his twin blasters, but as big as blitz was, he couldn't even aim properly from the shaking.
dentae clanged against dentae, unable to voice all the insults he desired, but squeaking out what was important to him. above all else right now .

helpless.
Rumble couldn't help anyone.

mewling, barely audible behind the painful chattering of his gap-toothed dentae

" n-.... no....
....... no....."

"G-g...
........o.."

pressing himself tiny to the seeker.
shaking still, but glad for the warmth despite protests.
weak .

... but it's been so long. maybe he was hoping soundwave- His soundwave.. would suddenly appear n sweep him up n get him to a nice warm bubble bath with his drummer duckie n the bathtime tunes would play n...
... he wasn't here.
n rumble wouldn't want him to be.. not against them. not like this

unable to respond to the jeers, he couldn't even flip the fanged bastard off, his servos were stuck to crammed up, cold fists, jammed from opening.
he shook, then shook harder, somehow, trying to shake his helm no. no, stay away. stay away. he shouldn't have said anything. not when he was without-

metal plating rattling as he shoots into a curled ball, hugging himself best he can. unable to rock on the ground for warmth from how fast n violently he trembled.

s'nott- s-s-n-.. s-'
Sn...
( not funny .. )

he still scowls
until he sees that snowflake..
.. frenzy would shoot it, or anything that moved, but rumble .. was in awe.
frozen already by its beauty, how it twirled in the air specifically.
then it touched his nose

freezing.
tremors took over the tape's tint form, seams chittering against seams

i AIN'T NO RAT!!
JUS CUZ BOSS AIN'T HERE AIN'T NO SCUZE TEW TRY N TUSSLE WID RUMBLE. I'LL STILL WHOOP YA!!

CROSSING his arms. bulkier than his brother, who's more emaciated n unfortunately tall like a creepy crawley, but
still small.
barely anything, scowling up at these triple changers