SARI💥|| TFA
sarithebomb.bsky.social
SARI💥|| TFA
@sarithebomb.bsky.social
Currently in extra crisis✌🏾✌🏾

https://sarisumdacs.straw.page/
And she gave up trying to hold it in, letting out a loud and teary,

"Ratchet!!"
December 5, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Something that was following ratchet-- she didn't even realize, nor cared at the moment-- overtakes him for another thing she didn't care about.

Right now, all she cared about was how she wanted to feel safe with someone she trusted and loved.

Her throat bubbles with hiccups and cut off sobs
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December 5, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Thrown onto the concrete, her scraps and bruises mean nothing to her as she forces her legs to work and runs towards ratchet, eyes stinging as the first tears begin to breach, and her arms reach without a second thought.

Even as the other bot behind her starts to beep and screech, and the
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December 5, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Almost in slow motion, the buggy turns. And tip over.

Just as it reaches its turn, wheels skidding while the left side of the little care lifts and never comes down. Instead it rolls onto the sidewalk from the road, bumping the curb while the bot transforms-- not out of choice-- and sari is
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December 5, 2025 at 8:33 AM
She was scared. This wasn't fun. This wasn't fun at all! She just wanted her dad but now she really really just wanted ratchet again!!
December 2, 2025 at 10:00 AM
The little car simply bounced on their wheels, deciding to punch their pedal through the floor and go even faster, zooming through the streets swerving and leaving the old bot in the dust.

Sari, was nearly carsick with all the twists and turns she experienced all on her side.
December 2, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Where moving once again.
November 26, 2025 at 7:38 AM
She can feel the car jerk, hear the beeping become frantic as they throw themselves around on the street, before nearly being thrown off the seats if it wasn't for the seatbelt straps still holding her.

The engine revved, and loud beeping could be heard among the squeal of tires before they
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November 26, 2025 at 7:38 AM
And snaking it under the seat.

She learned this a long time ago, when bumblebee did the same thing to her, and starts to lightly grace her digits around the area.

Well... As graceful as one can when the driver drives like her dad can.
November 26, 2025 at 7:38 AM
And make the bot more annoyed, which, great, deserved, but now sari was face down on the seat.

Grumbling and holding in the urge to rip up the fabric with her own teeth, she uses that energy instead to wiggle and squirm and bring out her arm again, pulling it above and between the black straps
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November 26, 2025 at 7:38 AM
Face squishing against the little window with each left turn, donut, or simple wobble of the wheels, she keeps trying to find ways to get out of this mess-- that she threw herself into-- and back into the safety of someone she knows.

The kicking seemed to do nothing but wrap her up in seatbelts
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November 26, 2025 at 7:38 AM
Bumblebee with the strength to match as they weaved through other cars, people, and light poles to get away from ratchet.
November 24, 2025 at 11:22 AM
It was laughing. Sari screaming and kicking the entire way, now trapped instead in a cramped interior that had its seats pulled flat to accommodate.

"Are you kidding me!? Let me go already you twerp!!" If she could, Sari would be kicking the doors and seats, but this bot was smaller than
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November 24, 2025 at 11:22 AM
With one digit gracing saris shoes, the red bot tanks sari back. Blowing raspberries as she books it between ratchets legs, transforming into a little car-- too small to be properly disguised, too big to be considered a toy-- and leaving skid marks on the pavement as the bot thinks her horn like
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November 24, 2025 at 11:22 AM
It was almost like they where showing her off! It didn't matter much to the girl since she could breath again, and after a few more gulps of air, she tried to reach towards ratchet with her one free arm.
November 24, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Tongue out at ratchet. And more squeaking and clicking as they seem to.... To argue? With him? She doesn't understand it and all she wants right now is to be with ratchet instead of barely breathing in this strange bots servos.

But in a flash, she's presented towards ratchet, being twisted and
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November 24, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Startled, the other bot freezes in her thrashing, and stares at ratchet. Clicking right back.

Sari is still trying to wiggle free, inch by inch she pulls herself upwards, before that same hold is adjusted, and sari catches a glimpse of the little red bots face squinting, and sticking their
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November 24, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Crushing me!!" She wheezes out.
November 24, 2025 at 6:34 AM
Screeching-- was it crying?-- as they seemed to get only more stubborn, holding sari with both of their servos even tighter.

"Oww....!" She whines, the round and smooth parts of the bots forearms putting more pressure than her body could ever handle onto her, "Ratchet!! Ratchet they-- they're
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November 24, 2025 at 6:34 AM
Sari just keeps squirming, pushing and trying to kick themselves out of this strange bots hold while they too struggle in Ratchets, kicking and yelling to no one they could see about something in their language.

At one point the bot only seemed to get more frantic, kicking and
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November 24, 2025 at 6:34 AM
For Ratchet again, screaming and begging for help as she's brought farther and farther from her phone and wherever this bot wants to take her.
November 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Sari only kept kicking, practically useless towards the bot.

She shouts words she has no business knowing or retelling, having heard them from others and in different contexts, the hold sari was In fluctuating between tight and loose, as she's jostled up and down.

Instead, she tries to yell
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November 24, 2025 at 5:24 AM
Screen to instead try and push at the arms that just keep holding on tighter and tighter, unknowing of the fragility they cradle.
November 24, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Beeps And chirps, as if they were talking to her personally, even if they didn't respond to any of her questions or pleas.

"They- OW! LET ME GO! LET Me go-"

The phone clatters to the floor as the girl abandons her split second act of catching it, fumbling the case as her fingers grace the
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November 24, 2025 at 3:08 AM