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Optimus Prime. Yup, ironically enough, you were saving him for last. There wasn't any real reason, other than it felt oddly fitting for the big guy himself to complete your unfinished set.

Unboxing the toy, you can't help the beaming smile that grows on your face as you hold him in your hands. Is it too dramatic to say that you're cradling him the way one cradles a sacred idol? Or perhaps a precious gem that you intend on treasuring? Probably. But you can't deny that there's something reverent in your touch as you place him down with the rest of the figurines on their dedicated desk.

Yes, dedicated desk. These guys have their own desk that you use to display them. The entire thing is covered with your figurines, one side belonging to the Autobots, and the other, the Decepticons. All lovingly handled and placed with the care of an artist painting their muse onto a canvas.

Setting down Optimus between Bumblebee and Ratchet, you take a step back and bask in your fully completed Transformers toy collection. The surge of pride and satisfaction fills your every vein. You're pretty sure this is how Greek sculptors feel like after finishing a statue.

Grabbing your phone, you snap a few photos that afterwards, you deem good enough to share online. Might as well share your excitement with everyone else, right? You type out a caption for your post and begin to make your way out your room.

Buuut not without casting one last glance to your toy-filled desk. Gotta get at least one more dopamine hit before you go.

The missing piece in your puzzle. The last one to arrive.

Your gaze sweeps over every Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters you managed to snag, and your chest puffs out in fulfillment—before your eyes land on Optimus Prime.

Your pause mid-step, lingering in the doorway.

... For a second, a brief second, there's a fragile silence in the air. Like the entire room went still, holding its breath. Waiting. Watching.

........

Then you turn around and step out, shutting the door behind you. Oblivious to the earlier tension in the room, if there even was any. Pocketing your phone, you idly think about what to eat for dinner later. Something affordable, probably. OP wasn't exactly cheap, after all!

In the meantime, you settle on your couch and turn on the TV for some mindless entertainment. Sighing contentedly, you lean back into the cushions and relax.

Today really is a good day.

....

Back in your room, the tiny finger of Optimus Prime twitches.

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Noise is what wakes you up.

Weirdly enough, it's not the sound of your show (which has long since been replaced with some kind of reality TV episode your grandma would watch), nor is it the low buzz of your phone telling you your order is on its way. What actually woke you up was the soft thunk of something hitting the floor.

You strain your ears, wondering if the sound was a sleep-induced auditory hallucination. Did it come from outside? But it can't have been—it was so close. A pin dropping in silence, so to speak.

It almost sounded like... It came from your room.

...Wait.

Your room.

Adrenaline zaps you awake. If that weird sound didn't send you into high alert, that realization did.

Because that means someone could be in your room. With your figurines.

Oh HELL no.

You don't care if it's a thief or a stray animal that somehow got into your home. If they even put a singular FINGERPRINT on the toys that you PAID FOR, you are committing a murder.

But wait. Let's not get too overzealous here. On the chance that there is a thief in your room right now, you can't just burst inside unarmed. You love your collection, but you also love not dying.

Slowly, you get up from your couch, making sure to grab your phone and put it on silent. You sneak away, trying to find some kind of weapon to use. A kitchen knife will have to do. Do you know how to use it? Not really, but maybe your fight or flight instincts can take over from there.

Hefting the knife in one hand, and your phone in the other, your thumb hovers over the final number for the police if things go wrong. You might be a bit paranoid right now, but you also don't really care.

Creeping towards the door to your bedroom, you listen in. You don't really hear...

Inhaling deeply to calm your nerves, you brace yourself.

No wait- there is something. Voices. A lot of them. And apparently, they're getting into an argument. But they sound... Distant?

They're definitely inside your room, but these guys must be the quietest fighters ever or something, because wow. You're not sure how someone can yell a death threat and sound so small.

Here goes nothing.

Bursting through the door, you point the knife in your hands in what you hope is a threatening manner, scowling hard.

"If you even put one hand on those figures, I swear I will fucking-"

Then you stop. The rest of the threat chokes in your throat as you survey the scene.

Your toys. The Transformers. They're...

They're moving.

They're all frozen now, staring up at you with wide painted optics. But you saw their heads swivel in your direction when you burst in. Not to mention the fact that they're all scattered throughout the room right now; some on the floor, some on your bed, some are on the other separate desk that you use for storing non-transformer things.

They all look like they're in the middle of a battle. A toy sized battle. In your room.

Moving by themselves.

"Um," One of them speaks up. Your eyes snap towards... Optimus Prime. Who seemed to have frozen in the middle of fighting Megatron, who's gaze flickers from you to him.

You stare at them all, speechless. Autobot, Decepticon, even the niche characters– you look at them and they look at you.

What?

"Please don't be alarmed," Optimus tries to assure you. Hearing his deep voice come from a toy made out of plastic is surreal. "We mean no harm to you. We-"

He glances around and realizes how contradictory his words are. And for the first time... You see Optimus Prime falter.

He looks up at you.

"We will explain."

...Oh boy.

This is the type shit I be doing instead of homework dawg wtf 🥀🥀 THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST I'VE EVER WRITTEN IN TWO DAYS I'M GONNA BE FOR REAL.. WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE ROBOTS DOING TO ME!!