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Happy Halloween (on January 7th)!

What if someone were to unleash the G1 Dweller? How quickly do things go unbelievably wrong.

Hey! :)

Quickly.

Things would go unbelievably wrong quickly.

For those of you who may not know, the Dweller in the Depths made its original debut in the 22nd episode of G1’s third season. One of the nefarious Quintessons’ “trans-organic” creations, it was pretty much an energy vampire that destroys organic material from similar creatures (resulting in their deaths) and turns Cybertronians into fellow energy vampires. The only way to cure the vampires is to forcibly restore their stolen energy by any means necessary, and the only way to rid themselves of the Dweller is to launch it and the power-core it’s attacking into space.

Other versions of this original Dweller have made the occasional appearance in Transformers media, usually with a fair amount of menace—even in the more “lighthearted” incarnations. Cyberverse and Earthspark took some definitive inspiration, while the Terror-‘Cons in TFP and the Energon Eater of Rescue Bots may also be related to this original beast. Transformers doesn’t do horror on-screen too often—but when it does, sometimes an oldie really is a goodie.

That being noted, I did debate myself regarding one thing you left up to me: is this Dweller from the universe of TFA or TFP? Finally, I was able to make a decision based on simple logic.

If the Dweller is from the universe of TFP, TFP Cybertronians and their volatile Energon are normal—and the Dweller may ignore TFA ‘Bots with their less-accessible Energon cores, so long as they have Energon-pumping TFP ‘Bots to hunt. That allows the TFA ‘Bots to move around with a lot more freedom and work to defeat the creature for the sake of their TFP family.

However…

If the Dweller is from TFA, it’s the TFA ‘Bots who are commonplace and easy to consume while the TFP ‘Bots are not only easy to consume but much more appetizing—making these ‘Bots who are usually titans somehow even more vulnerable, and gives TFA a bit of Hell it hasn’t gotten to hold over TFP before. And anyway, Aligned already has both Terror-‘Cons and Energon Eaters…

So, why not give TFA a Dweller?

From there, it’s only a matter of deciding who shall be picked off—and who will have to save them, when the time comes.

For my own sake, I’m removing Sari from the list of potential victims because I’m just not up to vaporizing the child tonight. 😂

Time to break out the wheel.

…

Wheeljack holds his flashlight up and clicks it on, his glowing optics narrowed as they scan the dark and spiraled tunnel ahead.

“… You were right, kid,” he murmurs at last, the light shining across thin, spiraled pillars with strange runes inlaid in them. “This is remindin’ me a little too much of home.”

Optimus watches him from a little way’s behind, wary. “It’s been hard, trying to decipher the notes of the former council members—and Alpha Trion has been no help. All these allusions to a potential cover-up, word of buried secrets… and knowing what’s buried beneath your Cybertron-”

“Trust me, I get the picture.” Wheeljack glances at the young Prime, nodding in understanding—then looks up. “Whatcha think, Mags?”

“I trust that you still have your wartime navigation systems installed,” the Wrecker commander notes, thoughtful. “You and I could embark on a brief expedition into the tunnels, map our early findings, and return to plan a further exploration should these passages lead into a great network of tunnels like on our own Cybertron.”

“We’ll come with you,” Optimus insists, and the two Wreckers look back. “I mean… if there really is… anything like on your Cybertron, down there-“

“You wanna be first in line to punch Primus?” Wheeljack jokes. “Don’t worry, kid—once I’m done with him, you get the next shot.”

“Wheeljack,” Ultra Magnus tries, exasperated.

Wheeljack rolls his optics, resting a servo on his hip. “Alright. You get the next shot after Magnus.”

“Hm.” The Wrecker commander gives a small smile, shaking his head in fond defeat. “Better.”

…

“Secret tunnel..!

Secret tunnel..!

Through the planet!

Secret, secret, secret tunnel..!”

“BUMBLEBEE!” Prowl complains, then he winces as his own voice echoes off of the tunnel walls.

The yellow mech smirks as Sari snickers from his shoulder, shrugging playfully as he and the rest of his family descends into Cybertron through a seemingly never-ending tunnel. “Hey, Raf was right when he said watching that show would change my life—and the song is appropriate.”

“You can still install a mod that would allow me to mute my audial receptors as needed, yes?” Prowl asks quietly. Ratchet glances at him and holds a thumb up. “Thank the Allspark.”

“Between the Allspark and my singing voice, which has literally killed you?” Bumblebee retorts, earning pointed looks from his team and their two Wrecker guardians. “… Too soon?”

“… Actually, that was a good point,” Prowl notes, grinning as he nudges his younger friend, and Bumblebee lights up. “Though it may be that your singing is torture before the inevitable death.”

“Wanna test that, for science?”

“Everyone, look alive,” Ultra Magnus quickly speaks up, and they look forward.

At the end of the tunnel, a massive door has been illuminated by their lights—and Wheeljack frowns as he walks forward to face it. He runs a servo over the carved image of a menacing squid-like creature, then he closes his optics.

“… Some secrets shoulda stayed buried,” he says quietly, opening his optics to glower at the image.

Ultra Magnus steps forward to place a comforting servo on his troubled conjunx’s servo, though he appears equally-disturbed by whatever they seem to believe the door implies.

“What the Pit is that thing?” Jazz asks as he and the others from this universe gather around the two Wreckers to get a better look at the picture, noting its many faces.

Wheeljack takes a sharp vent. “It’s called a ‘Quintesson’—and even just one bein’ here, let alone long enough to leave a mugshot, means nothin’ but trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?” Sentinel asks, quickly growing tense.

Wheeljack opens his optics. “The kind that tells me we should forget we ever saw this.”

“We can’t,” Optimus argues. “What if someone else comes across this tunnel?”

“We can collapse it, seal it off,” Wheeljack insists, turning back. “Keep this buried.”

“But what if Primus is through that door, and the Quintessons were the ones who sealed him off from us?” Bulkhead tries, worried.

Wheeljack shrugs. “Might’ve been the one good thing they ever did. And if it actually was Primus in there, you’d know. You’d be able to feel it.” He glances at the cyber-ninjas, Sari, and Optimus. “Especially you four.” He looks at the door. “We shouldn’t open it. Whatever is hidden back there, it can stay sealed away—forever.”

“Isn’t that our decision?” Arcee asks, her optics narrowed. “There could be some sort of ticking time-bomb in there—or it could have been looted already, maybe even by the old council. We need to know what we’re up against.”

Wheeljack’s fists clench as he looks away, his shoulders raised as he gazes at the floor.

It’s clear he doesn’t know what to say anymore, doesn’t know what’s right or what’s best.

He just doesn’t want anyone to get hurt.

“Wheeljack.” Ratchet steps forward, frowning. “We can always just shut the door.”

The white Wrecker glances up, meeting the field-tech’s optics, then he sighs in resignation and nods while drawing his lock-picking kit. “Alright, alright. Just give me a few minutes, and-”

BAM!

Ultra Magnus has kicked the door open in one go, and everyone glances at him in surprise.

He notices and blinks. “… My way was faster.”

“Hm.” Wheeljack snorts, turning to face his conjunx with a warm grin. “Fair enough.”

They look into the chamber before them, and frown as all they see is darkness.

Ultra Magnus holds an arm out protectively as he steps forward, raising his other servo to point his flashlight into the shadows ahead.

“The light is too weak, it doesn’t even reach the back,” he remarks, stepping forward again and squinting. “So far, looks empty.”

“Unless it’s an airborne virus,” Wheeljack notes, earning an exasperated look from his conjunx. “What? I’m just sayin’, alright?”

“Hm.” Ultra Magnus smiles. “Ever the optimist.”

“… WHOA!” Bumblebee is suddenly activating a stinger and pointing it while Sari shrieks. “LEG, LEG! MAGNUS, YOUR LEG!”

“What?” Ultra Magnus glances down just as a metal tendril closes around his left leg, and the commander shouts in surprise as he’s suddenly tugged off of his feet and dragged across the floor—towards the doorway.

He just barely manages to grab the doorframe with his prosthetic servo, barely holding on, and Wheeljack’s there in a flash to grab his conjunx’s wrist with both servos and hold on tight.

“He’s slippin’!” The white Wrecker shouts, looking back in a panic—just in time to see Bumblebee and Sari open fire, blasting stingers and plasma-spheres into the darkness.

Something hidden within the chamber ahead roars as the tunnel shakes, and Sentinel raises his shield as his optics widen. “Okay, the squid-door has something with tentacles inside! Is it one of those Quintesson things?!”

“Frag if I know! Not my universe!” Wheeljack shouts, then he yelps as Magnus loses his grip on the doorframe and his feet starts sliding across the tunnel floor. “Ratchet!”

The field-tech runs forward and activates his magnets, grabbing onto Ultra Magnus, but his feet start sliding as well—and his optics widen. “Kid, I can’t hold him!”

Optimus fires his grappling hooks, latching on to the armor of Wheeljack’s back—and Jazz, Prowl, and Bulkhead grab him while Arcee, Sentinel, and Bumblebee hold onto Ratchet. They all keep sliding anyway, and look up in horror as a pair of yellow optics open in the shadows.

Another roar shakes the tunnels.

Wheeljack grits his dentas, closing his optics as his shoulders creak.

Ultra Magnus looks into the chamber with wide optics, then he looks at his struggling conjunx and their family.

“Wheeljack,” he tries, straining. He’s a frayed rope in a game of tug-of-war. “Wheeljack, you need to close the door.”

“I’d have to let go, and that ain’t happenin’!” Wheeljack opens his optics, glaring at his partner even as he continued to slide with him into the shadows. “It is not endin’ like this, Mags!”

“… No, it’s not,” Ultra Magnus agrees quietly. “Get the kids out of here.”

With a grunt of effort, the commander suddenly reaches up with his free servo and undoes a latch—one of a pair that acts as extra security to bind his prosthetic servo to his arm.

“Magnus, don’t you dare!” Wheeljack snaps, but there’s clear panic in his face.

Ultra Magnus looks up again, meeting his partner’s optics, then he huffs and raises an optic-brow. “You were never any better at giving orders than following them.” He grunts as he shifts again, grabbing onto his wrist, then he takes a sharp vent. “Forgive me.”

A second latch clicks.

Ultra Magnus’s prosthetic servo separates from his wrist, and Wheeljack flies back from the force of his family’s tugging while Magnus lets out a fearful shout as he’s dragged into the dark chamber.

“MAGS!” Wheeljack shouts as the other Autobots yank him back through the chamber doors, his optics wide as the shining blue pinpricks of the commander’s biolights and brief flashes of green energy reveal a terrible scene.

Something massive and looming in the shadows lifts a struggling and kicking Ultra Magnus into the air with its tendrils, then Magnus screams in pain as he’s surrounded by crackling arcs of that eerie green energy. His body goes limp, and the chamber goes dark again.

“Mags,” Wheeljack doesn’t breathe, but he’s breathless—and then, he’s shoving Optimus’s grapplers off of his shoulders and standing. “Doc-‘Bot, get the kids outta here!”

Sari’s optics widen. “Wheeljack, no!”

“Kid, don’t!” Ratchet is there so quickly, his servos on the relatively younger mech’s arms as he makes himself a barrier.

Wheeljack’s optics are still wide and wild. “I hafta go after him!” He bares his dentas in a sneer. “Or at least turn whatever just took him into a pile of scrap metal!”

“He was trying to protect you, idiot!” Ratchet snaps. “… He did protect you. Don’t let it be in vain, Wheeljack.”

The white Wrecker’s face drops, and he looks down at the prosthetic servo he’s still clutching. His servos shake.

Then, there’s another scream.

It’s loud, long, and hoarse—more like the death cry of a wounded animal than a scream—but the voice is unmistakable.

“Mags.” Wheeljack looks up, stunned, then he pushes past Ratchet in order to run back towards the chamber door—and he looks around in the darkness desperately. “He’s still alive! He’s still alive, in here! Mags!”

The others rush forward to look as well, lights and weapons still ready and gazes constantly cast towards the floor in search of ambushing tendrils.

Then, all goes quiet as they silence themselves to make out a steady, approaching noise.

Thud… Thud… Scrape… Thud… Thud… Scrape…

A large figure slowly comes within reach of the lights, familiar but… wrong.

One of his servos is missing, leaving an unsettling stump at the end of his right arm, while the other dragging the Forge behind him. His body has been drained of its usual blues, reds, and even silver—leaving only dull gray, with no biolights. His posture and motion is all wrong, lacking its usual professionalism as his trademarked shoulders sag and his feet shuffle.

And when he looks up, his expression is eerily blank for a moment before his now crimson optics narrow and he growls.

“Oh, frag no,” Bumblebee manages, scooping Sari up and stepping back.

They hear the scream again.

It doesn’t come from Ultra Magnus; it comes from something behind him, with those yellow eyes and an enormous form concealed by shadow.

Wheeljack draws his swords, his optics wide, then looks back. “Doc-‘Bot, I ain’t arguin’ this! Take the kids and go!”

“Kid!” Ratchet reaches out as Wheeljack leaps to the side to avoid the Forge, rolling and winding up on one knee.

“I said, GO!” Wheeljack looks over athis family from the other universe, optics narrowed. “And seal this fraggin’ tunnel behind ya! I’ll hold ‘em off, long as I can!”

“We’re not leaving you!” Optimus protests, only to blink as Wheeljack throws him something and he reaches out to catch it.

One grenade. One shot.

“Yes, you are,” Wheeljack insists, then he slices through a trio of tendrils that fly at him—resulting in another horrible scream from the shadows.

Magnus abandons the Forge and swipes his remaining servo at his conjunx, who ducks to dodge it while Ratchet holds his arms out and steps back—guiding the others back and out from the chamber, though they cannot force themselves to look away.

“The doors, Doc-‘Bot!” The white Wrecker insists as he continues to evade his partner.

Ratchet steps behind the doorway, the others safely tucked behind him, but he doesn’t move to comply. “Kid, I-I can’t-…”

“Ratchet!” Wheeljack tears his optics away from Magnus to glare at the field-tech. “You need to protect them, now. Please!”

Ratchet’s servos shake as he raises his magnets, but his nod is steady and sure.

And Wheeljack’s expression softens into a sad but grateful, even relaxed little smile.

Then, Magnus’s servo catches him by the throat—and his swords fall to the ground with clatters as he screams, gripping his conjunx’s wrist as his much smaller body writhes in pain while green sparks dance across his armor.

“Dad!” Bumblebee cries out.

“R-Run!”

The remaining Autobots watch in horror as the color is drained from Wheeljack’s armor. Magnus releases him once he finally goes still, and he drops lifelessly to the floor.

A winding tendril emerges from the darkness, and Magnus silently grabs it—and the green energy seems to flow from his frame into whatever horror lies within the shadows.

The next time whatever this thing is shrieks, it does so with two horribly familiar voices.

Sari has tears in her optics.

Then, Wheeljack moves. The mech pushes himself up, then stands… then opens a pair of crimson optics and hisses.

“… You heard him.” Sentinel looks away first, optics narrowed as years of Elite Guard protocol kicks in. “Field-tech, seal the doors! Everyone else, get moving!” His shield expands to provide cover. “Get moving, now!”

They don’t want to run.

How can they run?

But still, they turn and go.

And Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack give chase, as does whatever that thing in the shadows is—and despite their size, they’re so damn fast.

Things go unbelievably wrong quickly.

Arcee trips, reaching down to grip that bad leg of hers in pain. Ratchet can’t lose anyone else, so he turns and goes back for her—only to get grabbed by Wheeljack, while one of the tendrils snatches Arcee and pulls her into the shadows.

Sentinel gestures for everyone to go, go, get past him—then he increases the width of his shield to completely block the tunnel, keeping the beast and vampires before him at bay.

“Sentinel!” Optimus looks back, optics wide.

Sentinel glances over his shoulder. “Go! Get out of here and collapse the tunnel!”

The vampires and the beast’s tendrils press upon the shield, and it starts to flicker.

“I’m not leaving you!” Optimus insists even as Bulkhead and Bumblebee each grab one of his arms and try to pull him away.

Sentinel bared gritted dentas. “You’re not leaving me! I’m saving you, you idiot!”

Optimus just stares at him as Bumblebee and Bulkhead keep pulling, then closes his eyes and turns away as the shield shatters.

As they keep running, he hears Sentinel scream.

His scream is later warped, joined in the horrible and ever-growing chorus of the beast’s roar.

“Maybe we can commune with the creature!” Prowl suggests, glancing at Jazz. “It’s been in isolation for far too long, it’s likely angry and scared! Perhaps, if we can reason with it, we can calm it down long enough to help the others!”

“Not a good idea!” Jazz protests, only for Prowl to turn back and fold his servos anyway. “Oh, for-!”

The creature arrives before Prowl, rearing up and snarling with a circular maw full of teeth—like a lamprey, or a leech. Prowl hums, trying to focus, only to gasp and leap back before the tendrils can snatch him only to find himself surrounded by the snarling Autobots-turned-vampires.

“Wheeljack!” He tries, focusing on one of the fallen. “You’ve fought off attempts to toy with your mind before! You need to wake up!” He steps back, optics widening, as the hissing Wrecker stalks towards him. “Wake up! Father, please!”

“Prowl!” Jazz is suddenly there, shoving the younger Cyber-ninja out of the way, only to scream as he is caught and drained instead.

Prowl looks up, horrified, then glances back in dismay as Ultra Magnus grabs his shoulder.

Bulkhead is struggling to keep up with Optimus and Bumblebee, and the yellow mech looks back at him. “You can’t slow down! Transform!”

“Don’t worry about me!” Bulkhead insists through pants for breath that he doesn’t need. “You just gotta get Sari outta here, little buddy!”

“Bulkhead!” Sari cries as two small figures dart forward, and Bulkhead cries out as Prowl and Jazz latch onto him before the creature grabs him with its tendrils and drags him away.

“No!” Bumblebee stops and looks back, he and Sari absolutely horrified, only for them both to shout as Optimus actually picks Bumblebee up and keeps running towards the exit.

“Optimus?!” Sari shrieks.

And the Prime looks down at them both, his optics narrowed. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

They arrive at the exit, and Optimus sets his smallest teammates down and rests a servo on Bumblebee’s shoulder as he looks at them both.

“Prime?” Bumblebee asks worriedly. “Man, I am not liking the look on your face. What are you-?”

Optimus kneels and hugs the yellow mech, reaching up to rest a servo against Sari’s back as he closes his optics, then he stands and pulls away before glancing back over his shoulder.

“Optimus,” Sari tries.

The Prime looks at them again, and he smiles. “I never told you enough, how proud I am of you both.” He steps back, activating a mechanism on his wrist. “Never let anyone come back here, you understand? I need you to follow my orders just one time, and never let anyone find this place.”

“Prime, what are you-? Hey!” Bumblebee shouts as Optimus fires a bola, knocking him back and to the ground as he’s tied-up.

Sari lands on the ground with a soft grunt, fallen from Bumblebee’s shoulder, then she looks up in alarm. “Optimus, no! Please!”

Optimus gazes at them both sadly, then takes his axe and extends it as the blade glows. He takes the axe and slams it against one of the pillars at the entrance, causing the tunnel to creak and groan in protest. He turns to the opposite pillar and runs towards it, only to yelp as a tendril wraps around his leg and tugs him back.

The creature and its vampiric thralls have arrived, and Optimus looks at them with dentas gritted in pain as arcs of green energy climb up his armor.

But he takes something from his side, steps forward anyway, and hurls it with all his might.

Wheeljack’s grenade lands beside the pillar.

“OPTIMUS!” Sari screams.

BOOM!

The tunnel collapses, and Bumblebee and Sari are left on one side while their family members and that beast are trapped on the other.

Sari stands and runs over to the crumpled metal, resting her hands upon it and staring at it in disbelief. “That-… That didn’t just happen. Tell me that didn’t just happen, please.”

“It did.” Bumblebee tears the bola off and stands shakily, then his optics narrow. “But we’re gonna do something about it.” Sari looks up with teary optics as Bumblebee walks over. “I don’t care what Prime said, what any of them said. We’ve faced mind-control and monsters before, and we have never given up on this family.” He looks down at Sari. “If it was us trapped in there, they never would’ve given up on us.”

“… Not for one second,” Sari agrees, nodding as her optics narrow. “What’s the plan?”

“Hm.” Bumblebee glances at the barrier. “That thing was feeding off of them, like a vampire—but for… energy. That’s why it went after Magnus and Wheeljack first, they were running off of far more potent Energon and a lot of it.” He crosses his arms. “It drains them, leaving them as some sort of moving batteries that can drain others and return their energy to it.” He snaps his digits. “We can use a giant energy source as bait and trap it, it and our family. Then, once we get rid of it, we can focus on returning them to normal.”

“Great.” Sari rests her servos on her hips. “Now, where are we getting that energy source? Do we call the other universe for help?”

Bumblebee shakes his head. “No, no way. Those guys coming here with their Energon variant would probably just make the vampires more agitated and distracted, and we might even end up with more vampirized ‘bots.”

“Big, strong ones—with guns,” Sari agrees. “So, no help from the other universe—but we still need a massive energy source and a plan that can get rid of a giant monster without hurting our family.”

Bumblebee blinks. “… What’s the Earth saying? Two birds, one stone?” He looks down at Sari, grinning. “I think I’ve got a plan.”

The collapsed tunnel shakes as something massive slams into it, and Sari frowns. “Good, ‘cause I don’t think we have much time.”

…

“So… that happened.”

Blurr, Blackarachnia, the Jettwins, and even Omega Supreme are slack-jawed as Bumblebee and Sari finish giving their explanations.

“… And what, pray tell, exactly do you think we can do about it?” Blackarachnia finally asks, the first to snap out of the stupor as she rests her helm against a clawed servo. “I mean, I wouldn’t even know where to begin-" Her four optics close as she bared gritted fangs. “Those idiots…”

“Our plan actually depends on the big guy.” Bumblebee gestures to Omega Supreme. “The rest of you will just be running containment on the energy vampires while he saves the day.”

Omega Supreme raises a massive optic-brow, perplexed. “What could I possibly do to help?”

Bumblebee grins. “You still have Allspark shards in your spark-chamber, don’t you? How’s your throwing arm?”

…

The creature bursts through the collapsed tunnel, allowing snarling energy vampires to spill out into the open. They don’t get far, however, before they set eyes on Omega Supreme—waiting for them.

Then, one of four things happens:

A flash of blue zips past and locks them into stasis cuffs, which don’t affect them much but at least restrain them.

A tornado-force wind blasts them back and pins them to a wall.

A rain of fire creates tall flame barriers that they cannot cross.

Anyone not otherwise restrained is caught up in thick webbing.

That leaves the beast on its own, facing Omega Supreme, and it rears up high and hisses.

“I can’t believe something like that was dwelling in the depths of Cybertron,” Blackarachnia admits as she rejoins the others, red optics wide.

Jetfire blinks. “Huh. ‘Dweller in the Depths’. You know, that actually has a nice-sounding ring!”

“The vampires have been contained!” Blurr shouts into his comm. “Are you three ready?!”

…

“READY!” Bumblebee and Sari both shout into their commlinks, optics narrowed.

Sari is perched on Bee’s shoulder, and Bumblebee himself is perched on Omega Supreme’s.

The yellow ‘bot then activates both stingers, marches them, and grits his dentas before firing with all his might at the ground at the goliath Autobot’s feet, further enticing the Dweller.

The beast can’t resist the bait and charges, lunging up to sink its rows of teeth into Omega Supreme’s knee. The Omega Sentinel grunts in pain as arcs of energy start feeding into the Dweller, then he reaches down and grabs the monster in his fist to tear it from his plating.

“Now!” Bumblebee shouts, albeit winded.

And Onega Supreme winds up before launching the Dweller clear out of Cybertron’s atmosphere.

“… That thing’ll suffocate, right?” Sari asks.

“We can worry about that later. Sounds like a Later Us problem.” Bumblebee pants for a few moments, then he glances over at Sari with a grin. “Now… we call the other universe for help.”

…

When Ultra Magnus starts to wake, he shifts with a groan and opens his optics. He blinks a few times, his vision fuzzy, before he’s able to make out a familiar and unique pair of optics.

“… Starbursts,” he murmurs.

And his conjunx practically launches himself onto the medical berth to hug him. “Mags!”

“Wheeljack.” Ultra Magnus closes his optics and hugs back, then pulls away and raises his servo to the side of his partner’s face as everything comes back to him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Wheeljack raises one of his servos to hold Magnus’s against his face. “We’re okay, and you’re okay.” He rested the crest of his helmet against his conjunx’s. “Heh. You’re okay.”

Ultra Magnus turns his servo over to take his partner’s in his grasp, then raises their servos up so that he can kiss the back of Wheeljack’s.

“MAGNUS!”

“Whoa!” Ultra Magnus shouts in surprise as several more smaller figures launch themselves up to hug him. “Oh!” He smiles, wrapping his arms around his kids. “Quite the warm welcome.”

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again, Pops!” Bumblebee insists, looking up with narrowed optics. “We thought you were a goner!”

Ultra Magnus’s expression softens. “Forgive me. It was all I could think to do, to keep you safe.”

“… You, that worked for all of two minutes—but the thought was sweet,” Sari remarks, though she is clearly relieved to see the commander well.

“Here.” Wheeljack holds up Ultra Magnus’s prosthetic. “Lemme lend you a hand.”

“Boo.” Bulkhead deadpans as the engineer starts to reattach it, but Magnus just chuckles.

They’re all alright.

That’s all that matters.

#this one didn’t take any time to finish writing I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT-#sure justa #transformers animated #transformers prime #tfp wheeljack in tfa

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