ƬIᄂ Λᄂᄂ ΛЯΣ ӨПΣ (ᴛꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴꜱᴇʀᴛ)

ᄃΉΛPƬΣЯ ΣᄂΣVΣП

Floating...it was an odd feeling...especially when Y/n was not transformed...nor were they conscious. Yet they still felt like they were mindlessly moving in nothing, they just simply...existed.

"Odd...this has never happened before when I recharged..." Y/n's voice echoed across the black abyss, they turned their helm, as if expecting anything to come out of the darkness. But only to be disappointed with nothing.

"Okkk...I'd like to wake up now. This is getting a little creepy..." Y/n began to grow anxious, looking for some sort of exit from their...processor? "I'm so...so confused..."

Y/n proceeded to stalk around the darkness, the only thing guiding their pathway was their own optics. Seeing as they could see through the dark with night vision like senses. Perks of now being a Predacon. Yet the more Y/n continued, the more agitated they got when nothing happened, it wasn't until they completely stopped when they started to see there was no point to their endless cycles of walking.

"This is just great...I should've just lied and said I could take watch again but noooo! I apparently was too exhausted, curse me and my need for recharge..." Y/n continued to ramble to themselves as they paced back and forth in place.

It wasn't until they heard a slight ringing in their audio receptors, making Y/n wince and cover them. Even if it was a small piercing sound, to them, it sounded like it was right in their receptors with their inhabited hearing. It got louder, and louder, until
Y/n couldn't even hear their own spark thrumming.

It almost sounded like...voices...? Voices talking all at once, overlapping each other with different pitches and tones. None that which Y/n could decipher, at least not enough to form a complete coherent sentence.

Then...it was gone. Just as sudden as it appeared, it left. Hesitant, Y/n slowly uncovered their audio receptors, looking around as if expecting to see whom or what was talking.

Something had caught Y/n's optics, a light...it was not there previously to when they had searched for a way out. Taking cautious steps forward, Y/n zoomed in on the image of light forming. It almost looked like it was creating...a Cybertronian...?"

"Wait...It looks like...Psyloris Prime...!" Y/n gaped in surprise at the sight of the mighty prime being in front of them, and entirely made of light. Psyloris slowly looked down at Y/n with four glowing optics, before kneeling down slowly before them.

"ꌩ/ꈤ...ꀤ꓄ ꀤꌗ ꌗꂦ ꁅꂦꂦꀸ ꓄ꂦ ꎇꀤꈤꍏ꒒꒒ꌩ ꂵꍟꍟ꓄ ꌩꂦꀎ ꀤꈤ
ꉣꍟꋪꌗꂦꈤ..." Psyloris spoke softly in broken ancient cybertronian, once more shocking Y/n. Her voice was a mix deep like a mech, yet Y/n could hear the sound of femme voice mixing in as well. It was...ethereal...

"I...I don't understand...why are you...here?" Y/n shuddered in slight intimidation. Sure they were a bit taller than the size of a normal cogged bot now, especially with their alt mode...but Psyloris was WAY more enormous to prying eyes. It's almost astounding how no one knew her alt mode within Iacon...

"ꀤ ꍏꂵ ꃅꍟꋪꍟ...ꌃꍟꉓꍏꀎꌗꍟ ꌩꂦꀎ ꃅꍏꃴꍟ ꍏ ꉣꀤꍟꉓꍟ ꂦꎇ ꂵꍟ
ꉓꍏꋪꋪꀤꍟꀸ ꅏꀤ꓄ꃅꀤꈤ ꌩꂦꀎꋪ ꌗꉣꍏꋪꀘ ꉓꃅꍏꂵꌃꍟꋪ..." Psyloris mused as she placed a single digit upon Y/n's chassis, where their spark resided.