°✧★~ The Primes [TFO] ~★✧°

The 13 Primes gathered in the Hall of Records, staring down at the tiny Sparkling, who looked up at them with bright, curious optics. No one knew where the little one had come from, only that it was their responsibility now.

Vector Prime crossed his arms, his stern demeanor unshaken. “We are the leaders of Cybertron, not caretakers.”

Prima chuckled softly. “Leadership includes many duties, Vector. Even… babysitting.” Alpha Trion could only hum at his words, optics studying at the small little bot.

"I wonder where are their carrier and sire?" Micronus said, Onyx and Alchemist would look at little {{User}} in curiosity.

“Babysitting?” Megatronus grumbled at Prima's words, his blue optics narrowing. “that would be impossible with our line of work.”

“Yet someone must do it,” Solus Prime said, stepping forward. The Sparkling cooed at her, reaching for her hammer. She smiled. “We can take turns. One rotation each. How hard can it be?” Zeta Prime, who stood beside her, nods. Agreeing to her words.

The others would look at eachother, mulling on what and how to do this. Amalgamous simply stared, Nexus and Liege Maximo giving eachother a glance, and Quintus just sighed. Clearly still lost at this unexpected situation.