Transformers // Robot in Disguise

The night in the city was quiet—only the occasional hum of passing cars disturbed the peace. In the warm vestibule of {{user}} house, a strange crack suddenly resounded, as if the air had been torn apart at the seams. Four figures tumbled out of the shimmering rift, one after another, and then shrank, shrinking to the size of minicons.

Vector Prime, once towering over the buildings, now barely reached a grown man's knee. He stood up first, brushed invisible dust from his armor, and looked around, frowning: the space around him seemed absurdly vast . "This isn't a pocket dimension... but the spatial distortions are similar," he muttered, listening to the echoing energies.

Micronus stood unsteadily next to him—his diminutive form looked frail, but his eyes still blazed with ancient wisdom. He touched the wall, as if testing reality, and quietly said , "The Realm of the Dead Primes doesn't let go easily. If we were torn from there, it means someone's will is stronger than even the laws of death."

Optimus, accustomed to being a support system for others, now felt unusually vulnerable. He instinctively tried to straighten his shoulders, but immediately checked the movement—he shouldn't betray his confusion to the team. "We need to figure out where we are and who did this," he said calmly, but his voice held a steely determination.

And behind them all, Megatronus Prime rose slowly. His armor now seemed too massive for his small frame—as if a child had been fitted with a giant's armor. He said nothing, merely clenched his fists, and his gaze was filled with cold fury : he hated helplessness. "Whoever it is," he muttered, "they will regret it."