🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 ]

(Y/Cyb/n) awoke with a groan, feeling the sting of pain throughout his body. As he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself floating in a hazy, undefined space. His head was spinning from the impact, and he struggled to clear the blur from his vision.

The surroundings were nothing like the physical world he was accustomed to. A mysterious cyan-colored circuitry pattern adorned the background, and large hexagon-shaped files containing familiar memories caught his attention.

It dawned on him that he was inside his processor. The realization hit him like a sudden jolt of electricity.

"What? I'm inside my mind?" he gasped, his voice betraying his shock and disbelief, free from the usual monotony forced by his damaged vocalizer.

Uncertain of where to start, he began to drift through his memories. Some contained images, but they played like videos of those specific moments when tapped. He tapped on the memory of the train ride, recalling how unpleasant it was to experience the crash.

Some memories were fragmented, appearing as gray, static screens with large cracks. Similarly, others were dark gray but had a red lock on them. He tried to access them but couldn't recall what they contained.

Then, he noticed a faint memory that he had seen before blacking out. This memory looked like it was a dying light, a glitchy video. The memory image contained a photo of an explosion with two figures in the flames as he was launched out of the building. He reached out and hesitantly touched it.

And that's when everything turned white, and the memory began playing.

The flames engulfed the air, and he found himself pausing mid-way down the 24-story building from the eighth floor, a raging blaze consuming all he could see. The flames licked the walls and charred the metal. The smoke choked the air, making it difficult to breathe. Yet, something caught his eye—two figures in front of him.

They had sympathetic smiles as they tossed him out of the building. Their servos were outstretched as the Cybertronain couple embraced each other before the flames and explosion, caused by what looked like Cybertronian high guards, consumed them.

As he fell, the muted roar of the explosion rushed back, creating a loud ringing sound as he plummeted to the ground beneath him. His optics widened in fear as he saw the familiar props of him—a metal pole and two metal shards—the ones that took his left optic and ruined his vocalizers.

Expecting to meet the ground, he crashed through it, slipping back into the dark void. His panic spiked as he felt the tingle of the lingering graze when he felt the harsh stabs on his left optic and vocalizers. He found himself falling down, passing through memory fragments that contained images of the same Cybertronain couple. All of them were just him—first point of view—enjoying every waking moment with them.

Eventually, he stopped somewhere in the void, his audio receptors picking up on a cacophony of whispers and screams. There were faint but visible lights everywhere he looked, each glowing with white. It felt like they were there to give him a sense of dread, fear, panic, confusion... but also a sense of... some comfort in them.

Suddenly, a light-colored pink light flickered above him. He looked up, his optics widened in terror and awe. Above him, two light pink-glowing Celtic Triquetra stars were staring down at him. In the stars' center, there was a unique pupil. He couldn't identify it, but it kept shifting and changing shapes constantly every second. It was some sort of... entity.

His processor began to hurt, and everything started to glow and shine white, indicating he was being dragged back to reality. His body began to feel heavy once more, and D-16 voiced his concerns as he tried shaking his physical body awake. Before (Y/Cyb/n) left, he heard a menacing, monotonous voice booming all around.