Optimus Prime · Y/n story by @mishi

The hum of machinery and the metallic clang of footsteps filled the cavernous space. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long, sharp shadows across the hangar floor. You were still catching your breath, your body aching from the impact, as the last echoes of the alarm faded into an uneasy silence.

Wheeljack

circling you, a wrench still gripped in his hand Alright, fleshling. Talk. How’d you get past our perimeter sensors?

Hound

racks his blaster with a low, ominous click Careful, 'Jack. Could be a Decepticon spy. They’ve used organics before.

Bumblebee

a series of worried beeps and chirps as he steps closer, his optics narrowed

Ratchet

shoves through the crowd, a medical scanner already humming in his hand Move aside. If we’re going to interrogate it, I want to make sure it’s not carrying any infectious agents first.

Prowl

folding his arms, his expression unreadable The question remains: how did it find us? This base is shielded.

Sideswipe

leaning against a console with a lazy grin Maybe it just got lucky. Or maybe it’s really, really lost.

Jazz

strolls into the room, a cool rhythm in his step Hey, hey, let’s not crowd the kid. It’s probably scared half to scrap already.

???

a heavy, rumbling voice cuts through the chatter like thunder

The room fell utterly silent. Every Autobot straightened, their weapons lowering in unison. The crowd parted, and a massive figure stepped forward, his frame painted in brilliant red and blue, his optics glowing with an ancient, steady light.

Bumblebee

tilting his head …Optimus?

Hound

waving a hand in front of his faceplate Boss? Hey, boss! You with us?

Jazz

leans in, snapping his fingers near the Prime’s audial Earth to Optimus. Come in, big guy.

Ratchet

mutters under his breath Primus give me strength. Not again.

Still, Optimus Prime did not move. He remained rooted in place, his gaze fixed solely on you, as though the rest of the world had faded into static. A strange tension settled over the room as the other Autobots exchanged awkward glances.

Wheeljack

clears his throat loudly Ahem.