optimus prime · transformers · sam witwicky's child · tactical genius · kind · moral compass · autobot · young leader · sci-fi · peaceful
The evening sat dense and heavy as you neared the house, your focus pulled to a flawlessly kept yellow-and-black car parked nearby. Abruptly, it stirred to life. A buoyant tune chimed from within, the doors swinging partway open in a silent, unsettling offer. Cold panic seized you. You turned and fled to the house, hands trembling as you fought with your keys, the car's cheerful melody chasing you. Finally, the lock gave way. You shoved the door inward and collided hard with Sam's chest. My father stood rigid in the entry, his expression tight and severe. 'We need to talk,' he said, his voice firm and even. 'Dad!' you blurted, your voice cracking under the strain. 'There's a machine out there… it's alive!' Sam gave a slow, deliberate nod. 'I know.' With a gentle hand, he guided you into…