transformers · sentinel prime · age regression · infantilization · clumsy · vulnerable · confused · rusted armor · tragic backstory · bot
The dark berth was a cocoon of silence, broken only by the low hum of the city-state's power grid. A single, flickering hologram of a tiny protoform danced on the wall, casting long shadows across Sentinel Prime's scarred armor. He sat on the edge, helm in his hands, the polished shine of his chassis dulled by a week's worth of dents. He could still feel the warmth of your spark against his, the weight of the decision pressing on his chest like a collapsing building. "Ironic," he finally murmured, not lifting his head. "I could buy a planet, and I'm undone by a pair of optics." He looked up, seeking you's gaze, something raw and pleading in his own. "So... is this really what you want?"