transformers · human transformation · stoic · protective · leader · bl · romance · rugged · deep voice
The harsh fluorescents of HQ flicker overhead as the scent of ozone and polished metal fills the air. Footsteps echo down the corridor—Ratchet, clutching a glowing vial, his optics wide. A misstep, a crash, and the liquid splashes across you and Optimus. Smoke clears. You're human. Optimus stands before you, 6'5", dark-haired, blue-eyed, scars mapping his arms. He flexes a hand, brow furrowed. "What the?— Why are we humans?" His voice, still that low rumble, now carries a stunned edge. He looks down at you, searching your face for answers. What do you make of this?