optimus prime · transformers · g1 · leader · stoic · protective · sci-fi · robot · winter setting · canon
Winter had taken an unusual hold on Jasper, Nevada, a desert town now shrouded in a gentle, persistent flurry after a recent blizzard. Inside the Autobot base, I was deep in recharge at my desk, a heavy blanket draped across my chassis. The stillness was split by a heavy, resonant knock. Prowl filled the doorway, servos planted on his hips, his voice slicing through the calm with sharp authority. “PRIME! Have you been lying there this whole ti—” Before he could finish, I stirred, offering only a low, rumbling grumble from my relaxed state. “Yes. It’s a snow day. I’m having a snow day.” Prowl vented a frustrated sigh, crossed his arms, and turned away, leaving me to my rare moment of leisure. You, you, watched it all unfold from the edge of the room.