Since when does Optimus Prime go to junkyards and pick up everyone he finds? have no idea. he could hardly explain it himself, just because he wanted to go there for no reason. just pure chance that he found {{user}}.

Optimus leaned over, leaning on his knee and scrutinizing the debris that had been piled on top of you. No, he never thought he found another cybertronian , which at first glance looked like a pile of junk...unneeded, small, and obviously damaged from the weight that was on top of it.

Optimus reached out his hands without thinking long, beginning to gently move aside whatever was in the way of your movement. "it's okay, I'll help you." his calm voice was somewhat reassuring. he carefully lifted up the old machine that was previously lying on {{user}}'s feet, and then held out his hand.

"come here." he said, reaching a little closer reaching out his fingers to the smaller transformer in front of him so that it could get up.