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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 ]

Silence.

Absolute, 

unnerving silence.

B-127, D-16, and Elita-1 looked at Alpha Trion, their mouths agape, completely caught off guard by his statement. Orion Pax, on the other hand, felt the tension in the air thicken; he didn't know what to say — or could say.

No one had heard those words before; it was unthinkable to question the leadership and credibility of such a significant figure. The weight of Alpha Trion's declaration pressed down on everyone.

The cavern was shrouded in a profound silence, the air thick with the weight of the revelation. The sight of the elderly Prime, their revered leader, now in denial, starkly contrasted the image they had held in their minds. The sudden disclosure that Sentinel Prime was not a Prime sent them shockwaves of disbelief and confusion. 

The hero and leader of Cybertron, their beacon of hope, was not a Prime? 

The truth was both staggering and jaw-dropping, leaving them in a state of profound disbelief.

"WHAT!?" B-127's thunderous outburst shattered the cavern, his reaction a raw display of the shock that gripped them all. His response was more immediate and intense than the others, a testament to the gravity of the news he was still grappling with, his voice echoing with the weight of the revelation.

"[CONFUSED] [FLABBERGASTED] [SHOCK] [DISBELIEF]" (Y/Cyb/n) chirped out his emotions reflexively, his defective optic flickering with a purple-colored question mark and yellow-colored exclamation point shaped pupil, a visual representation of the uncertainty that now clouded his mind, his confusion and defect palpable in the air.

"He's broken. Fantastic," Elita-1 muttered sarcastically, her voice dripping with skepticism, as she cast a sideways glance at Alpha Trion, assuming he had misunderstood their beliefs and the reality before them. 

"What are you talking about?" Orion inquired, his brow furrowing as he voiced the collective concern of the group. "Why would you say that?"

"Sentinel Prime is our protector," D-16 stepped forward, his posture defensive as he tried to bolster his best friend's assertion. "He's been saving us from the Quintessons—"

"You had not been saved!" The purple and silver mech sliced through D-16's words, rising to his full height and confronting the gathering with intensity. "You've been living a lie. I saw the truth with my own eyes."

"[NERVOUS INQUIRY] Y-You did?" (Y/Cyb/n) "stuttered," his typically monotonous, robotic voice glitching audibly as uncertainty crept in.

Alpha Trion raised an optic ridge at the trans-mech, noting his erratic speech and peculiar vocalization. "You..." he uttered, raising a shaky and creaky digit at the group, his expression a mix of intrigue and concern.

"Me?" Orion Pax jabbed a digit to his own chassis, confusion clouding his features.