This is the result of boredom. Was supposed to be doing homework, but I didn't have much inspiration for a narrative about a WWII soldier. This will be a series of really short one-shots (I admit I'm not good at writing anything longer than a thousand words.)

Note: The Optimi (plural of Optimus?) are a little (okay, very) OOC in this because, face it, who wouldn't after a near-death experience?

Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, I'll have a lot more Gundams on my shelf now. But I don't.

Chapter 1

Optimus Prime fell to the ground, defeated. The gaping hole in his chest was bleeding profusely, staining the grass beneath him with blue energon. Error messages filled his vision as his spark prepared his massive frame for stasis lock. Before going offline, he managed to vocalise his last words: "Sam... run..." All of a sudden, everything went black.

The first thing Optimus noticed when he finally woke was a type of music humans usually played in devices which transported them vertically. They were called elevators, if his memory served him.

The next thing Optimus noticed was that his splitting headache was finally gone. Good, he subconsciously thought. It's been bugging me since the twins arrived.

He also thought he heard a voice faintly murmur, "Another one? This is a new record."

When he opened his optics, he saw about 4 pairs of optics staring back at him.

"GAHHH! Who are you?" Optimus quickly scrambled backwards, only to bang into a mech who was standing at his head.

"Calm down, friend. You're safe here." A red and blue mech (Wait, isn't everyone around me red and blue? Optimus thought) reassured him. Oddly enough, the mech's voice sounded very familiar, but Optimus couldn't put a finger on the reason.

"'Here'? Where's 'here'? Where am I? Who are you?" Optimus started to panic. The high of combat hadn't quite worn off yet, causing Optimus to tense and fidget uncomfortably. The piercing stares he was receiving from the strange mechs seemed to be boring into his very spark.

"Don't worry, you're in the Waiting Area of the Well Of All Sparks. This is where lost sparks stay while the outside world decides if we get to live again or join the Well Of All Sparks. I am Optimus Prime, and my companions here are Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime and Optimus Prime," a mech with yellow optics and a yellow diamond on his forehead said.

Optimus slowly lowered his arm, which had been raised in defence (When did I bring out my blade? He thought). "So... I'm dead?"

Another Optimus Prime (his body was red all over, except for a blue head with gold optics) replied, "Not quite. As Optimus Prime mentioned earlier, we are neither alive nor dead. Sparks may end up here if the host mech has a life-threatening injury, but has a chance of being revived. We have been stopped from entering the Well Of All Sparks due to our individual situations. Unfortunately, that would mean we can't get away from the ever-present annoying kid-appeal Autobot for long." (A/N: OMG a crack in the fourth wall!)

Optimus blinked a few times, before speaking, "I can't tell each one of you from the other. I don't think I can even tell myself from any of you."

The first mech to speak to him chuckled. "Very well. You can refer to me as First Prime. This is Fire Prime, Cat Prime and Young Prime."

Cat Prime, the second Optimus Prime to speak, defended, "I am not a cat, nor do I resemble one."

First Prime ignored him and continued, "Perhaps you would like to pick a designation for yourself?"

Optimus thought hard, but he was interrupted by a random mech: "Hey Flamey! Nice decos!" The mech then proceeded to bring up the high grade he had been consuming.

"Alright then, your name shall be Flamey," Young Prime said.

"... WHAT!?" Optimus Flamey fainted. His last thoughts were 'I hope Sam hurries and brings me back.'

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A/N: To clarify, First Prime is G1 Prime (no duh), Fire Prime is RiD Prime, Cat Prime is Armada Prime (Well, he looks like a cat to me!) and Young Prime is TFA Prime. And apologies for Movie Prime's name... I couldn't resist!