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

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ [𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍]

(Y/Cyb/n) groaned softly as he blinked his optic open, disoriented. He found himself suspended in a vast white void, punctuated by swirling patches of vibrant blue energy that pulsed and danced in rhythmic patterns. The scene felt strangely serene, almost like a dreamscape—was he dead, now living inside of Primus? Had an emergency stasis mode transported him to this ethereal space? 

"Where... Where am I?" he gasped, his voice echoing in the emptiness. Blinking away the residual haze clouding his mind, he looked around, discovering the endless stretch of the void around him. Panic flickered in his spark. "Is... Is there anyone here?" he called out, forcing himself to his pedes and starting to walk through the eerily quiet abyss.

"Welcome to the Well of Allspark, Cybertron's afterlife." The deep, gentle voice that emerged echoed endlessly, reverberating through the tranquil void.

In the distance, a towering figure emerged, radiating an otherworldly glow of white and blue light that seemed to illuminate the space around him. (Y/Cyb/n) squinted, straining to make out the outline, but the brightness was overwhelming. He walked closer, compelled by an instinctual need to draw nearer. As he advanced, recognition washed over him with a wave of astonishment.

Algorithmic Prime—the artificial Prime crafted by the Thirteen Primes, his great ancestor—loomed before him, a hauntingly magnificent figure.

"O-Oh... Great-Grandsire?" (Y/Cyb/n) stammered, his voice a mixture of shock and reverence. It was one thing to learn about his ancestry from Alpha Trion, but seeing Algorithmic Prime in the flesh—no, in the shimmering essence—was something else entirely. He had been told that his ancestor was merely a prototype, an experiment meant to aid the Primes, a being of immense intellect devoid of a true spark. 

The Codex drew closer, his optics wide with wonderment, struggling to articulate his thoughts. Words caught in his voice box, transforming into a series of broken sounds accompanied by a burst of static. Algorithmic Prime chuckled softly, a sound that resonated with warmth and comfort, patient in his wait for (Y/Cyb/n) to find his voice amidst the overwhelming realization.

When he finally managed to compose himself, (Y/Cyb/n) ventured, "I don't understand... Am I dead? Have I died...? Is this... the Well of Allsparks?"

Algorithmic Prime nodded solemnly, a warm, reassuring smile spreading across his faceplate. "Indeed, (Y/Cyb/n)," he replied, his voice calm yet resonant, anchoring (Y/Cyb/n) against the tide of his confusion. "You have passed on from the mortal realm, and your spark has found its way to the Well of Allsparks, where all Cybertronian sparks reside in the afterlife. Here, we exist in a realm beyond the physical world, forever in peace and serenity."

"Wait... afterlife—" (Y/Cyb/n)'s optics widened, fragments of memory crashing against him with painful clarity. He remembered the pole that pierced through his chassis, the betrayal of Sentinel as he fought to save his dear friend, D-16. The raw image of D-16 standing poised to execute Sentinel Prime haunted him, twisting his spark with regret.

No, no, no, no! 

This wasn't supposed to happen!

It wasn't meant to end like this!

Panic clawed at him. He had to go back! He had to go back!