I know, I haven't updated in quite some time, but here we are! :)

Still in Bee's POV. I don't own the Transformers. I personally believe that they own themselves.

Let's get on with the snow day!

"Who's Slenderman? Who's Slenderman?! You don't want to know who Slenderman is." Smokescreen shook his head at Optimus's question. I looked back at Optimus and nodded. The only reason why I know who's Slenderman is because I listened to Smokey talk about him. A lot. I've kinda gotten a little interested in him... okay, maybe a lot.

My fascination in Slenderman has gotten to the point where I am fully prepared to scream after I get out of the washracks late at night if I see anything. Ratchet learned that the hard way.

The night is creepier if you know what Slenderman does in the dark.

In my mind, you are a target of Slenderman if you know too much about him. I think I'm on his hit list, and I don't want Optimus on there with me. Optimus already has enough people out to kill him. I kinda want to wake up tomorrow morning and see that Optimus is still here in the warehouse. While we thought about whether or not to tell him about Slenderman, Ratchet glared at the two of us from his spot on the floor next to our leader as Bulkhead and Arcee looked on.

"Just tell Optimus who 'Slenderman' is." Arcee spoke up after tossing a twig into the fire, drawing our attention to her.

"Yeah. If he wants to know, tell him. If won't kill him or you two." Bulkhead said.

How do you know? I thought nervously. Smokey and I exchanged nervous glances and looked back at our leader. I can tell by the way he looked back at us that he knew absolutely nothing about Slenderman. I guess I should have expected him to want to know more. The archivist curiosity didn't just disappear when he became Optimus Prime.

"Well, Slenderman is basically a paranormal entity that is known to badly traumatize, kill, and/or abduct people." Smokey explained, sitting back down in front of the fire, in front of Optimus. I refocused my optics and picked up where Smokey left off.

"He looks human, only he doesn't. He's got no face, and his arms are a tad bit too long to be human. That's part of what makes him so scary. He has tentacles that he can use to move around faster and catch you. He never lets you see him move. You know when you're a target. You start to see him when you peek over your shoulder in the dark of night. You're time starts to run out when you look back and he seems to get closer to you without moving. He will stalk you, night and day, and drive you to insanity. He chooses when you see him. And if you do see him, you're on his hit list."

Silence fell after I stopped talking. I think I creeped everyone out.

"I am confident that Slenderman will not be able to take me, given my size." Smokey shook his helm at Optimus's statement.

"No, he won't take you. You're an adult. He'll just kill you."

"Oh, really?" Ratchet arched an optic ridge at both Smokey and I, unimpressed. We nodded.

"Yeah. Slenderman would kill all of us except me. Then he'd just take me."

Bulkhead spoke up. "Why would he take you, Bee?"

I looked at him for a moment before answering. "I'm a kid. Slenderman likes kids."

I rolled my optics at the snicker I heard from Bulk and flapped a doorwing, trying to get some energon into it. Even with this fire going, you could still feel the biting cold on your back. We had all unconsciously moved, huddling closer together. This reminds me of a group of penguins.

"You know, Slenderman has a few computer games." Smokey said casually as his sat next to Arcee. Optimus still had a curious look on his face. My doorwings lowered. I know where this is going...

"What are the names of these games?" I looked at Optimus, horrified. I started frantically waving around, making slashing motions across my neck with my servo. He does not want to go there! He does NOT want to go there!

Evidently, Smokey and Optimus didn't get the message.

"The one I know of is called Slender: The Eight Pages. I've never played it, but I've heard a lot about it on the Internet. All you really have to do is find these eight sheets of paper posted around the environment the game gives you."

"That seems to be an easy game." Optimus said thoughtfully. Oh, trust me, it's not, I thought as I gave up trying to warn him. Smokey conveniently left out the part where you have to avoid Slenderman and that he gets closer to you the more pages you get. I never got past four pages. I looked around and was happy to see that there was no computer monitor in the warehouse.

"Hey, Ratchet, can you- Are you okay over there?" Smokey turned to look at Ratchet, concerned. I groaned loudly (he was actually going through with this game!), but was ignored. The others looked at Ratchet sitting there, getting really fidgety. Actually, he's been a little twitchy the whole time we've been here in the warehouse. But right now you can really see the twitching. He's rubbing that wrench with his rag so hard he's rubbing the shine off the tool! I think he needs something – anything – to do.

"No, no I'm not 'okay'."

"Oh, uh... could you please make a projector or a computer monitor or something? I wanna show Optimus som-," Smokey couldn't even finish up his entire statement, Ratchet was up and fishing through a pile of discarded wires and pieces of metal and whatnot in a darker corner.

"I won't be able to do that. There aren't enough parts for a monitor in this warehouse."Ratchet grunted after coming back over and sitting down next to Optimus. Smokescreen visibly pouted while I mentally sighed. Thank Primus for no Slender.

...

"You know what you need?" Optimus looked up at Smokey's question. Arcee shifted slightly in her cross-legged position on the floor and answered sarcastically.

"A good massage and a can of Maccadam's Visco?"

"That would be nice." Optimus smiled slightly, glancing over at Arcee. I remember him saying some time ago that he and Jazz used to go to Maccadam's Old Oil House a lot before the war. I've heard some really good things about the drink from Ironhide and Jazz, but I'm not old enough for it.

After all Optimus has been through, I guess he does deserve a good massage.

"Well, yeah, but I was thinking about something else. You could use a new paintjob." I kinda agree with Smokey. He's been red and blue for as long as I can remember. And after this whole mess with the base being blow up, his paint looks horrible. But I know he couldn't care less.

"Really, Smokescreen?" Bulkhead arched an optic ridge at him. Smokey nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah. How long have you been just red and blue?" Optimus paused and appeared to be deep in thought for a moment. If you have think about it for that long, you know it's been a really long time.

"I have had these colors since I was even younger than Bumblebee."

Yep, that was a really long time ago.

"You could change it up a bit. Flames, yeah, red and blue flames." Smokey nodded, approving of the idea.

Now, Optimus is a really nice guy, but the look on his face said 'keep dreaming'.

Although... the flames would make Optimus look really awesome, uh, not that he isn't awesome in just red and blue paint. Maybe we can convince him to change his paintjob. Someday.

...

No one wanted to sleep, and we all were bored again. Seems like being bored has become a pass time. That's... That's just sad.

Just a little while ago Smokey had planned something to do and asked me to help out. I couldn't think of a reason why I should help the guy, so I agreed.

I looked at Smokey and he looked back at me. We nodded once to each other. Ratchet looked between the two of us, somehow knowing we were up to something. I don't know how he knew, considering he was asleep when Smokey asked me for help.

Smokey and I both stood up, getting the attention of the others. Smokescreen just stepped forward and shouted.

"Everybody do the flop!" And the two of us fell forward, hitting the ground.

Never in my life will I do that again.

The pain... was tremendous. All I could see were little, tiny stars. Little, tiny stars that were laughing at my stupidity. Smokey was moaning in pain along with me. Why did I agree to do something we knew was so stupid? While we were all in pain and on the ice-cold floor, I could hear someone laughing hysterically.

"Ratchet, it's not nice to laugh at them." Optimus said, though he sounded like he wanted to laugh too. I didn't even care that I was getting laughed at, I was so humiliated. I managed to clear my head enough to look up. I could see, right over the fire, Ratchet holding his sides, laughing so hard he was crying.

After seeing that, I just put my head back down on the floor. The bottom of the bucket just fell out, and all my dignity fell to the center of the Earth. Suddenly I heard a sharp shriek of pain. It was Smokey.

"Ow! What did you kick me for, Arcee?!" I heard my fellow doorwinged friend yell.

"That was for being stupid."

...

"...Where did Optimus go?" Smokey asked as he sat on the cold floor. He recovered pretty fast from the faceplant and the kick from Arcee, though his side is sore from the blow from Arcee. I gave him an incredulous look. There is no way Optimus could have left the warehouse without the rest of us finding out about it; there was too much snow outside and the door would make too much noise.

"Where do you think?" He glared at my sarcastic response.

"I wouldn't be asking if I had a clue where he was."

"He's-," But before I could finish, there was a loud shout. We all whipped our helms around to see what had happened.

Ratchet was holding his pede, which had a HUGE dent in it, and was hissing in pain. Optimus stood there a few steps in front of Ratchet's makeshift bathroom with his own pede slightly up in the air, and had a sheepish look on his faceplates.

"Oops."

Smokescreen pointed and laughed. "Hah hah! Ratchet got his foot stepped on!"

Just then, Ratchet looked up at Optimus and glared hotly at him. The look on his face... If Ratchet could shoot lasers out of his eyes, he'd make Optimus's head explode. "You are dead. You passed away a long time ago and you are somehow still upright."

This time everyone, aside from Ratchet and Optimus, laughed at what the older mech said. Ratchet doesn't even try, and he can be just hilarious sometimes!

I glanced over at Smokescreen. "So does that answer your question?" He smiled and nodded.

"Yep. He was answering nature's call!"

...

Three or four hours had passed, and it was starting to get close to sunset. The storm was long gone, but there was probably still too much snow out to really do anything. Everyone was already asleep, besides Smokey, Arcee and I. Optimus was sitting up while he slept, which was kinda weird, since he normally laid down before he went into recharge. Ratchet was sleeping beside him, sitting up like he was.

Ratchet was snoring away, leaning into Optimus, his helm resting on our leader's side. It almost looked cute the way they both were, especially with Optimus and his cute little kitten snore...

"Caaan you feeeel the looove toniiight?" Smokey dramatically, yet quietly sang. I was almost shocked to hear him sing that about Optimus and Ratchet and playfully shoved him. Though I have to admit, it was kinda funny.

"Smokey!" He looked at me and shrugged.

"What? I couldn't help it!"

...

"He's a magical pony that's soaring through the sky on a magical journey..." Smokey happily sang, swaying to the beat in front of the fire. I looked at him like he had lost his mind. After thinking about the past day, I figured that he lost it the instant we got snowed in. And what's with the flying pony? Where does he get these random songs from?

Before I could ask him that, Optimus gave Smokey a serious look while he was singing. Uh oh, he only gets that serious look when he's about to give someone a stern talking-to. But I don't really see why, considering the only thing Smokey's doing is singing some weird song.

"Shoot it down."

The only thing Smokey could do was gap at him. I did the same. How could he shoot down a magical pony?

"Smokescreen, you have something on your face." Both of us looked over at Ratchet, who was currently sitting next the Smokey. Before he could ask what was on his face, Ratchet grinned and punched him in the face.

"It was pain!"

I laughed out loud at what Ratchet said. The older mech looked like he wanted to punch Smokey for a while. Ratch' just finds Smokey generally annoying. Well, he got his shot.

My friend who just got punched let go of his face and looked at both Optimus and Ratchet with a sad look in his optics. "Come on, guys! Why'd you have to tag team me like that?"

"You've been plain annoying the whole time we've been trapped in this warehouse." Ratchet answered. I know Optimus wouldn't have said it that way, but I know he agreed with Ratchet. Smokey sagged a little bit after Ratch' responded.

"Yeah, I guess I deserved that." All of the sudden, his face lit up and he looked around mischievously at the rest of us. "Hey, you guys want to play a game?"

Bulkhead shrugged. "Sure. We've got nothing else better to do."

"It depends on what game you have in mind, Smokescreen." Arcee said, shifting slightly as she tossed a thick piece of wood into the fire that had started to die down. She had a point. Smokey might have us doing something ridiculous. I don't know about the rest of them, but I think being convinced to fall on my face is enough.

Smokey broke out in a huge smile, and had I been human, I would have broken out into a sweat. I don't like that sort of smile. "Truth or Dare."

From the way Optimus looked over the fire at Smokey, I could tell he really didn't have a clue what the game was. Neither did Ratchet and Arcee. However, Bulkhead and I have heard Miko talking about it and want nothing to do with the game.

But I think we're in too deep to get out now.

Smokey's doing a lot of singing...

I want to thank all of you who waited for this update. The inspiration escaped me until recently.

Visco is a real Cybertronian drink that was served at various bars back on the home planet, including Maccadam's Old Oil House. Jazz and Orion Pax used to go there and have a drink. I discovered this while reading Transformers Exodus by Alex Irvine. Good book, by the way.

I was inspired by Bill Cosby's stand-up comedy and by the YouTube series, asdf Movies. I recommend you check both of them out.

Alright, so the next chapter will consist mostly of Truth or Dare rounds. This is your chance to get a secret from or get to dare one of the Autobots! :) Keep the rating in mind, though.

Till next time! :D