Prompt #24 - Sanity
*Rodimus jolts awake in the middle of the night, half out of the berth before he's fully conscious. Nightmares are common for him, but this is something different - something infinitely more strange.
He stumbles out of the Nerdlab, running a hand over his optics. His vision is hazy, as if it were overlaid with a blue film, and the colors seem brighter than they should be at this time of night. It feels odd in a way he can't quite place. As a matter of fact, everything feels odd. His limbs are trembling; his engine racing; his spark about to leap out of his chest. He reboots his optics a couple of times and looks out over the grounds.
Ahead of him, indistinct and wavering: a familiar form, standing still and expectant. Waiting for him.
Optimus! he tries to say. But of course he cannot speak.
He can, however, run. Rodimus darts through the trees, and the vision of Optimus Prime remains before him, unreachable and enticing, flickering in his vision like foxfire and like foxfire leading him astray.*
((OOC: Matrix vision, or a psychotic break? Poke him and find out! Open post.))
He stumbles out of the Nerdlab, running a hand over his optics. His vision is hazy, as if it were overlaid with a blue film, and the colors seem brighter than they should be at this time of night. It feels odd in a way he can't quite place. As a matter of fact, everything feels odd. His limbs are trembling; his engine racing; his spark about to leap out of his chest. He reboots his optics a couple of times and looks out over the grounds.
Ahead of him, indistinct and wavering: a familiar form, standing still and expectant. Waiting for him.
Optimus! he tries to say. But of course he cannot speak.
He can, however, run. Rodimus darts through the trees, and the vision of Optimus Prime remains before him, unreachable and enticing, flickering in his vision like foxfire and like foxfire leading him astray.*
((OOC: Matrix vision, or a psychotic break? Poke him and find out! Open post.))