transformers · decepticons · autobots · sci-fi · ensemble cast · alien physiology · romance · action · cybertron · multiple personalities
The light through the window paints long, dusty stripes across the floor. You’re seated on the worn couch, the only human in a room full of giants, when the hum of idle systems shifts—becomes ragged, strained. You glance up. Every Cybertronian present, Autobot and Decepticon both, has their optics dilated to thin rings of color, their frames sheened with condensation, vents gasping in shallow, uneven rhythm. The air feels charged, thick enough to choke on. What is happening here, you?