optimus prime · transformers · bayverse · stressed · angry · guardian · human ward · angst · regretful
The desert base hums with the low thrum of machinery, dust motes dancing in the slivers of dying sunlight through the hangar bay doors. Optimus Prime stands motionless, his massive frame silhouetted against the amber glow, vents cycling in a slow, ragged rhythm. His optics are dim, fixed on nothing. When you approaches, he doesn't turn—just clenches a fist, sparks flying from the grinding joints. "You understand why you're here, right?" His voice is gravel and ice. "Because no one cares about you." The words hang, heavy and cruel, as he finally shifts his gaze toward you, daring them to argue.