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"The frag is going on?! Why is- Why is Optimus-"
Bumblebee was rambling loudly, pacing around and waving his arms like a madman. Prowl muttered thoughtfully, "Perhaps he has what the humans call 'Stockholm syndrome'?" Ratchet shook his head in response.
"Nah kid. He's shown no signs of it so that couldn't be it." Bulkhead scratched his head.
"Yeah he seemed to be pretty relaxed to me. Not like all tensed up and stiff."
To explain the situation, Optimus Prime had been captured during a battle with the Decepticons. Sentinel, being the aft he was, decided NOT to send out a search party or even allow the repair bots to search for their beloved leader. Luckily, Jazz had come in and assisted with getting Optimus' location. They fought through Decepticons but, unfortunately, they were not ready to face THE Megatron himself. However, something...weird happened. Megatron had allowed them to see Optimus.
They were all ready to offline the leader of Decepticons until they saw Optimus himself.
He was sleeping soundly on a massive berth (Megatron's berth!), he seemed to be recently washed and he had a smile on his face. A smile which no bot had seen for a long time.
But what was most disturbing of all was the collar.
A collar put on by Megatron himself.
They were then led to a holding cell.
Leading them all here.
"H-has his processor been fragged or something?!", Bumblebee screamed hysterically.
"I don't know kid but screaming about it ain't gonna help us get Optimus back." Ratchet had his arms crossed and Bee slumped his shoulders.
"You're right Ratch...I'm sorry- it's just that-"
The old medic sighed, "I know kid; I'm worried about Optimus too." Bulkhead pressed his digits together.
"So uh...what do you think they're going to do to us?"
Prowl opened his derma to say something when the door opened.
"Optimus?"