Bumblebee was actually quite well-behaved. Every evening, he returned punctually to Heather's estate to rest. He didn't get into fights or cause trouble outside.
Bella said she was busy, so he didn't dare disturb her or even ask questions...
Every evening, Bumblebee would park himself on the lawn in front of the estate, pretending to be an ordinary car. He'd done this for several days without incident. But tonight, late into the night, he heard noises coming from inside the house!
A ghost!
Bumblebee transformed into his humanoid form, his laser cannon rapidly charging. Heart pounding, he looked around nervously, trying to figure out what was making the sounds.
He crouched by the door, peering through the crack. He pressed against the window, sneaking furtive glances inside.
Heather's great-grandmother had been dead for a few weeks now. The windows had curtains, and after craning his neck for ages, he couldn't see a thing!
Bumblebee took heavy steps, trying his best to move quietly as he ventured inside.
CRASH! The front door, which he "gently" pushed, slammed to the ground with a thunderous impact, kicking up a huge cloud of dust.
Bumblebee quickly bent down and crouched low, arms tucked in close, stretching his neck like a puppy as he looked left and right.
Everything around him was calm and still—nothing unusual at all.
The estate's location was too remote, and it was the middle of the night. Even the sound of the door crashing to the ground didn't attract any attention.
Bumblebee moved cautiously deeper inside.
Having gone through the chaotic experience at Charlie Watson's house, Bumblebee had learned his lesson. He wouldn't just randomly fiddle with everything he saw. Through his recent studies, he'd gained a basic understanding of how human homes were organized and wouldn't make obvious blunders anymore.
Like a child, his attention span was short—things came fast and left fast. The house's layout captured his curiosity, and thoughts of ghosts got pushed to the back of his mind.
Bumblebee mimicked Bella and the others, carefully turning on the TV, then sitting on the couch like a boss to watch.
Lucky for him, Heather's great-grandmother had paid for a year of cable service, so he could still get a signal.
Bumblebee watched a racing program with rapt attention.
Thump! Bang bang! Buzz buzz buzz! Hearing the TV sounds from inside, the mysterious noise started up again.
Bumblebee's faceplate snapped down with a whoosh as he entered full combat mode. This time he could confirm it—besides himself, there was someone—or something—else in this house.
He pulled his neck in, suddenly feeling nervous.
Without thinking about whether it was appropriate, he instinctively transformed into vehicle mode and hunkered down in the living room, waiting.
He waited and waited. After what felt like half an hour, the imagined ghost still hadn't appeared, though the thumping and banging sounds continued nonstop.
Was there a really weak ghost here?
Thoroughly confused, and after demolishing three doors, shattering two coffee tables, two cabinets, and countless bottles and jars, he made his way to the estate's basement.
This place was way too small!
Before him stood a reinforced iron door, and the sounds were coming from behind it.
He switched to X-ray mode. The scan cut through the iron door, revealing an extremely large humanoid figure banging on the door from the other side.
Was someone trapped in there? Bumblebee knew his experience was severely limited, so he urgently contacted Bella to ask what he should do.
It was late at night, and Bella had long since fallen asleep. She groggily answered the phone.
Bella's eyelids kept fighting to stay closed as she listened to Bumblebee's singing and reciting, finally piecing together a general understanding of the situation.
"If you can save someone, save them. Just don't expose yourself. That's it, I'm hanging up..."
Bumblebee scratched his head. He should save this person? He nodded to himself. Right! That fit his values. Save them!
The iron door had a lock, but he was too lazy to look for the key. He located the humanoid figure's position and fired his energy cannon at a spot five meters away on the wall.
The energy weapon's power was tremendous—strong enough to take out an armored vehicle, let alone a wall!
BOOM! A massive hole three meters high and two meters wide appeared in the wall.
The buzzing sound of a chainsaw roared to life. Before the dust even settled, a two-meter-tall, heavily muscled man wearing a tattered human-skin mask burst out, swinging a chainsaw.
Huh?
Huh?
Both Bumblebee and the chainsaw-wielding man froze.
If this had been a normal person, seeing someone dressed like the chainsaw maniac would have scared them senseless. But Bumblebee wasn't a "person" at all. Things that terrified humans didn't particularly intimidate him. This guy seemed less scary than Shaw, honestly.
If this had been a normal person, seeing Bumblebee's appearance would have also scared them senseless! An alien! There was no "those not of my race must have different hearts" versus "all of my race must have the same heart" philosophical debate here. Humans naturally feared unknown species. Fortunately, the chainsaw man's intelligence was extremely low—just barely above that of an idiot. He didn't feel fear at all.
One didn't feel afraid. The other... the other one technically also didn't feel afraid!
Two fearless beings collided.
BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ! CLANG CLANG CLANG! The chainsaw, spinning at three thousand RPM, scraped against Bumblebee's arm. Sparks flew everywhere, but after the chainsaw man sawed away furiously for a full minute, he hadn't managed to cut off a single piece.
Chainsaws were absolutely top-tier against biological organisms. No matter how muscular you were, you couldn't withstand a chainsaw.
But against mechanical life forms? That was a completely different story.
Don't let the movies fool you—Transformers getting blown to bits by Earth's military and falling apart like they're made of plastic. In reality, their bodies were incredibly durable. Some Transformers could even traverse space using just their physical forms. That kind of structural integrity wasn't ordinary.
Thinking you could dismember him with just a chainsaw? Dream on!
The chainsaw man worked up a sweat, but he still couldn't saw off this strange enemy's arm.
His brain didn't contain concepts like retreat, surrender, or begging for mercy. He also didn't know to attack weak points like joints or eyes. He just kept stupidly sawing away.
Bumblebee was completely baffled by this guy's behavior. What was he doing? Was this some kind of Earth ritual or ceremony? He was utterly confused.
But the chainsaw man's sawing did clean off quite a bit of grime from his armor.
He'd originally been discovered at a junkyard and had never been properly maintained. Bella's divine auto-repair technique had cleaned him up for about two days, but after following the Angel Squad through countless battles, he'd gotten filthy again. None of those lazy teammates bothered to give him a proper wash.
Now this was a perfect opportunity!
Bumblebee pulled back his right arm and extended his left. His meaning was clear: saw over here.
CLANG CLANG CLANG! Another shower of sparks. The chainsaw man's muscles bulged as he gritted his teeth and pressed down hard. To Bumblebee, it felt like going to a bathhouse and having an old master scrub him down. It was so comfortable he couldn't help humming happily.