A spiral. A downright spiral into madness. That was what they were told. That they embraced all that was bad. And oh, it felt so good to be bad. Release the innocence and hope. Relish in anger and hatred. Roll in malice and cascade the frame with showers of all that is wrong. And all that had gone wrong only helped mold what they had become. It was no surprise that such twisted fates reached the outer rims of the universes. In a state near broken, the malicious seeker had nothing left to offer but a roll of the optic and a dragging claw to the datapad. Who was comming him from that cursed Tyran now? And that was when his optic saw. His helm finials stood on edge, posture stiffening. Such an evil gaze- why, it almost made him melt in his spot from pure shock. How could a mech hold such a glare- one so much like his Master's. And for once, he was at a loss for words. It wasn't everyday the image he so often imagined was true in its own right. "Optimus Prime...of the Tyran universe," he greeted, tone thick with apprehension and slight excitement.