Optimus woke up on the ground, trying to get his thoughts straight as he found himself in the forest, with his hearing receptors hearing some sort of electronic noise. He walked through the pathway trying to find out what exactly happened when he passed out when he threw himself out of the window. His pedes brushed against the dust as he went forward through the surprisingly warm atmosphere. Earth was usually cold around winter and autumn as he looked towards the sky noticing the lack of clouds. Something felt shady as he wiped his mask which still had some sugar on it. He began to walk quicker, cautious of anyone who could be a potential threat to him. As he moved away he noticed a sort of wooden bridge with peeling paint nearby and he crossed it noticing that he went deeper instead of exiting the forest, his thoughts that something was not right was to increase and he did not enjoy this at all.
He went into the Junkyard, still somewhat feeling the effects of the overused sugar in his body. He didn't really feel in the mood to eat any energon currently and his own exhaustion which was perceived on his face made him seem unusually older in a way. His fingers fidgeted as he noticed a sort of sweet, bitter yet rotten taste which reeked and Optimus didn't like what was that implying. He moved forward and soon found a sort of old garage shop nearby. It was unusual, seeing a shop in a forest of all places. His posture hunched downwards before straightening himself up, his arms slightly outstretched and pressed the button which opened the door. There was a car in the middle of the messy garage, which seem to be a unknown type of car, it looked to be a non-Cybertronain. Its paints were black with a white shade, their windshield was a opaque blue instead of a transparent window and they had no faction symbol on them. Their tires and frame look to be recently cleaned up.
Optimus put his hand on it looking it over before looking over the rest of the garage. There was a couple of tools on the shelves, such as screwdrivers, hammers, pliers, drills and wrenches. There was also some car cleaning tools such as napkins (presumably to clean spills), cloths, a wrapped up hose, squeegee and brushes. Optimus heard something like a lightbulb shattering as Optimus turned on a flashlight since his headlights struggled to work under the sugar's effects. He soon turned seeing what looks to be a shadow of Megatron who had noticed Optimus there. Immediately he growled aiming his fusion cannon "Wait, Megatron is not gone?" He was surprised to see him come out considering he guess Megatron was hiding somewhere. Soon Optimus focused dodging a purple blast before shooting with his ion cannon which made Megatron attempt to duck downwards. "Oh, Prime. I'm surprised to see you... Not. Never mind about cheap greetings!" He aimed his gun downwards slightly and shot which threw back Optimus slightly and felt his chest being injured.
Soon Optimus felt Megatron step on his back with his pedes and aimed his weapon. "5...4...3...2...1-" Megatron paused before looking down at his own armoured torso. Under one of his armour plates, a human hook was shoved painfully inside as the softer metal was torn into a oval opening and his already wounded foot had a deeper cut "Fourth-Quarter retreats, flipping covenants!" He mumbled to himself in pain as he shot out of pain grazing Optimus' arm. He hit himself against the wall realizing his strength was still extremely weak. He soon retreated out of need as he groaned while Optimus got upwards. "So Megatron is indeed not missing. But I do wonder what made him hide for so long, he isn't known to be subtle anyways."
Optimus heard a noise and saw a shelf that was the side of the garage room that was smaller than himself. It was a good 23ft tall shelf, with a old human TV that fit into his palm. He brought it up to his face as he began to watch what was played on screen. It started up as dark blue pictures started to appear on TV as it started to show a step by step procedure with ways to dispose of different robots such as overriding their consciousness with carefulness, deleting external files when they are shut down and carefully scraping their parts by removing wires from the mainframe and unbolting limbs first then opening the insides of that specific robot. Optimus watched before a male voice which was distorted came through the TV sort of like a instructor.
"While it is rare for a robot to self-reboot, it can still happen. Commonly, it can happen if certain programs have downloaded themselves for unknown reasons, parts of CPU is still working, hardware is not physically destroyed or is still attached. Another reason is that if the robot is left too long without being immediately disposed of, there is still a chance they could self-reboot. 60% they have problems but they can be fixable, 32% they have behaviour changes and 8% they have major behaviour changes and potentially have viruses put into them. This is more common with old technology than newer, more advanced technology. However this is still a major concern with individuals when trying to dispose a robot with issues-" The Screen cut off afterwards as Optimus was wondering what in the world did he just see. He soon got a call, particularly from his friend, Ironhide.
"Oh, Ironhide?" He asked as he was surprised to see him as he started to cough and sputtered some of the sugar. Ironhide soon asked him "Optimus! We been worried sick for you, you been gone for... A day and a half straight? You don't usually take long trips so we wondering where you've been." Optimus nodded before saying "I've gotten in a situation but I'm not sure if I can tell. Is our friends okay?" Ironhide replied with a yes before Optimus said "I'll see you there later. Optimus, over." He turned off the call before standing upwards and leaving the garage.
All of a sudden, the TV started to flash a bright red colour with a warning symbol on its screen...