Optimus Prime's unusual Charge

Puzzlepieces

I resumed working on my drawing, putting in the details and adding more to the scenery. I was feeling a bit mischievous and drew from the perspective I had from the bushes that day.

I decided to draw Bee, Bulk and Ratch, who were arguing about what left a dent in Bee's leg just moments before, and titled the piece; 'The Blue Moose'.

Chuckling to myself when I read over the title in my head.

And just to be extra cheeky, there she is; The titular 'Blue Moose' looking on from the safety of the underbrush.

Once I was done, I signed my name; 'Zucky' and flipped over to another page to continue drawing.

This time I felt like I had to address that figure I keep seeing in my head. It looked like a dark room, pitch blackness as far as the eye can see in the background.

The floor is grey, giving the whole image a noir feeling. Which is rich, considering how I have nothing else but a regular pencil to work with and no other colors but grey, but that's besides the point.

The silhouette of the figure in question was a bit harder to discern, because he was standing at an angle.

Other than that, the image was blurry, almost as if there's a mist between us inside the room?

How do I know it's a 'he'? Even I'm not sure, but I do for some reason.

["Have we met before?"] I try asking in my mind.

Silence.

Is it a person I've seen passing by once and somehow his appearance stuck with me?

I dunno, he just seems to be there for some reason. He appeared to be ghostly;all white-ish, and light greyish, with a slight twinge of pink...or was it faded crimson?

I wasn't sitting on the couch anymore and decided to move to the ground next to it.

The reason for that being, was that I didn't want to grow roots on the damn thing from sitting so much and partially because the kids were getting kind of rambunctious with the racing game they were playing on the game console.

Unless I wanted to make a distorted drawing, or just plain scribbles, I had to move over, to work properly on my piece.

Optimus seems to have made his way over to where I was silently, which is incredible, considering how massive he is. Also, what is it with these bots and sneaking up on people?

I get it, they're still wary of my somewhat easily spooked nature, but I'm getting used to the fact that I'm living in a cave somewhere with Giant Alien Robots roaming around. I have to get used to it sooner or later, right?

He placed a crate next to the platform and sat down. Leaning in closer, he saw I was working on the silhouette drawing. Unfortunately his helm was blocking the light I was using to see the page with, fortunately though his eyes are lit up, so that kind of helps?

It's sort of weird to draw under such circumstances, and honestly, it gets kind of annoying, since he blinks every now and then.

Not sure why though, it's not like they have to keep their Optics from drying up like we humans do, right?

I really gotta learn to stop asking myself weird questions I don't know the answers to, and just ask them instead! They should know.

I had a feeling he had questions regarding my sketch, so I took initiative to start the conversation, before I forgot he's there and he ended up startling me with his voice.

"I keep seeing him inside my head..." I said.

"Who is he?" Optimus asked.

"I don't know...or at least I don't think I know him. I may have seen him before. But I don't remember where." I answered. "The angle kinda throws me off..."