"Oh" The voice, or rather voices rung out in a curious tone. "Can you... hear us? ...Can you, hear me?" It wasn't often that the little dreamer lulled others into the void. Rather deliberately on purpose, it ment that they had some time to address their new... guest.
Overlapping whispers, faint laughter and snarking remarks all mixed and molded, until one voice broke out. Deep and demanding, as if intruded upon "Speak. Your Name."
There were whispers. Murmurs in his processor.
Ever since he had brought Mari to stay with the Autobots-- as well as to hopefully interact with Spike and Carly so then she wouldn't have to feel like she's the only human around giant robots-- he always found himself hearing mutters in the depths of his processor whenever he'd recharge... which was, well, a rare thing for him to do. Whenever he tried to recharge, there were nightmares.
But not this time.
Instead, it felt like being in a void. It was dark, cold. Such was his mindscape, though it was never done purposely. The outermost parts were often in a state of emptiness, a way to emotionally protect himself and dissuade others from possible hardlining-- yet there was life, people he could hear. What was this?
Optimus's helm slightly tilted in his recharge, his digits twitching. Within his mindscape, though, in this void-- only at the surface of it, he found himself squinting through the darkness.
" Hello? " He called out, " ... I can hear you? Who are you? " And then, one voice stood out amongst the rest. The others were kind, gentle, curious, but this one...? Cold. Stern. Perhaps even filled with hatred.
" ... My name is Optimus Prime. " Optimus adopted a firm tone in response-- his optics narrowed. " ... And you are? "
