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One moment, they were seated in the grand lecture hall, listening to Vector Prime speak of time’s relativity— how it bent and stretched in the quiet elegance of physics.

The next, a blinding flash swallowed the room whole.

The landing was violent— an ungraceful tangle of limbs and momentum, their frames colliding with metal carts brimming with mining equipment. The crash rang in D-16’s audials, a discordant echo that rattled through plating and struts. Comfort was not in the cards; pain, however, arrived promptly.

D-16’s vision steadied just enough to catch a familiar blue helm rising from the wreckage, and for a brief, white-hot instant, half his mind entertained the thought of throttling his dear friend. The other half was still scrambling to assemble its bearings.

“You fragging idiot!” he snapped, voice sharp enough to cut through the ringing in his own head. “Professor Vector literally said not to touch the display!”

Orion groaned, the sound low and pained, as if the impact had rattled his processor loose. His hand rose instinctively to the back of his helm— likely the point of contact.

“And you’ve been in enough of Prof Mega's Ethics lectures to know,” Orion muttered, a wry smile just ghosting at the corner of his lips, “that if someone tells me no, I’m more likely to do it.”

With a grunt, D-16 clambered out of the chaotic heap, his pedes meeting the floor with an inelegant thud. The world still pitched slightly around him— spinning in slow, stubborn circles.

“I really need a new best friend,” he deadpanned, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

“And then you’d complain about being bored,” Orion shot back without missing a beat. “Pick one.”

The jab landed as easily as breathing. D-16 chose not to dignify it with an answer, though the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, however, one pressing question lingered—

What in the Well just happened?

*D looked over at the newcomers, having been in the middle of one of his chores. He blinked and stared at them with surprise before finally speaking.*

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?! AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

(Sorry for the long wait, life has been nuts)

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The sharp voice cut through the haze of bewilderment, snapping both mechs’ helms toward the source.

Orion made a sound that defied easy description— somewhere between a choked laugh, a strangled yelp, and a noise that might have been an aborted sentence. It came out like his vocalizer couldn’t decide whether to register panic or amusement, so it compromised by doing both.

“Primus— there’s… oh, Dee that's you!!”

D-16 froze, his optics locking onto the newcomer. The mech looked like him— uncannily so— but wrong in ways that made Dee’s processor stutter. This other version wore rigid armor in place of his usual soft layers, the kind Dee would never touch unless he needed to. It was like looking into a mirror that had been dressed for a different life.

“Hi…?” he managed, the greeting warping at the edges as if even his own vocalizer didn’t believe it. His mind scrambled, trying to pin the moment down into something rational, but every detail made less sense than the last.

Orion, still sprawled in the tangled mess of tools and equipment, looked between the two with an expression that wavered between incredulity and barely-contained laughter. When his field finally cracked into full amusement, he collapsed out of the cart entirely, landing on the floor with an unceremonious oof.

Dee’s optics darted from the stranger back to Orion as if hoping one of them might suddenly explain themselves. Neither did. The air between all three was thick with mutual disbelief, as though the rules of their reality had just been quietly rewritten.

And... maybe it just had.

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Primus- there hasn’t been any portal incidents in a while- *he muttered to himself, setting a cleaning cloth down on the shelf he was working on.* Why are you all dressed like that? I’ve only seen Ethan or Alice wear those things.

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“Who are Ethan and Alice?”

Orion’s voice broke the quiet, soft but curious, as he hauled himself upright from the floor. Dust clung to his plating, but he made no effort to brush it off— leaning instead against the nearest stable surface, still trying to make sense of their surroundings.

D-16 remained nearby, silent now, his gaze fixed but unreadable. Watching. Thinking.

Orion glanced his way, optics narrowing slightly. Then, gesturing vaguely at the rocky walls and carts of equipment, he added with a half-hearted shrug:

“And the clothes…? This is normal for us. At least… where we’re from.”

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“My human brother and sister. I was adopted out of this mess by Starscream,” *he gestured to everything around him,* “I’m only here to collect some old belongings I might’ve left behind during the whole process and also wanted to clean something so I didn’t come home too dirty.”