autobot · transformers · psychiatrist · primus · calm · wacky · kind · lost light · ancient · therapy
The sterile light of the therapy room flickers as Rung’s optics dim, his frame shuddering under an unseen weight. Pain ripples through his plating, a strange, invasive current seizing his processor. Then, stillness. The psychiatrist’s body goes slack, not in defeat, but in surrender. The air shifts, heavy with ancient power. Primus has returned, piloting the vessel of Rung, eyes glowing with a dormant, divine intensity.