G1 ending

He felt lost. Betrayed, confused. He didn't even know where he was.

His last memory was Sentinel Prime suddenly turning against him, firing his cosmic rust blaster. He recalled the pain. Pain of his components rusting away, his hands diminishing right in front of his eyes. He was laying on the asphalt not far from the Autobot's hidden base, trying to at least get an answer.

He moved. He sat up, wondering how he got here. He looked at his hands – oddly different yet insanely familiar. Red? His hands were black before he started to rust, maybe his color changed in the opposite shade after the rust, but he couldn't tell why.

He transformed, only to find he was no longer a pickup but a vanette, not black but red with blue-ish windows. He transformed back, checked his weapons, only to find his energy rocket launcher was replaced by freezing nitrogen spray. Was he still a weapon specialist if he didn't even know what happened to his own weapons?

He touched his head. Even the shape was different, his helm felt less detailed, more practical.

His optics finally allowed him to see. Until now, he was walking in enormous brightness that could have lighted the darkest hour. He felt palpable hatred all around him, spreading like plague until the light of wisdom fought it back. And the light didn't go out. The world around him got more and more detailed, but the eternal wisdom stayed in his Spark and in all those robots around him. He saw Wheeljack waking next to him, just as confused as he was.

The hate plague calmed down under the brilliant light, much like how the water takes out a bonfire. He helped Wheeljack up, they registered each other's most prominent changes, and when they could, they finally looked around.

They dropped their weapons. Their knees were trembling. They didn't dare believe what they saw. They made one step forward, in the direction of Iacon. The Autobot capital was shining with its full glory, with pride and endurance, with unquestionable reality.

Both robots fell on their knees, taking in the sight they never hoped to see again. Wheeljack, following a human custom, kissed the ground of their home, the real home of all Transformers: Cybertron.