Drabble - Sam Witwicky/Barricade/Bitter
Sam didn’t want to admit that he was bitter towards the Autobots for accepting Barricade back into the fold as if he had never left. All he could ever think of when he was the black and white mech was the demonic glow of his crimson optics and the demands that he barked out, demanding to know where the glasses were. He remembered the terror of running for his life. Barricade was a nightmarish vision that haunted his sleep… and the way that the four, now blue, optics of “Prowl” followed him, scared him more than he wanted to admit…