Shockwave stood at his central console, his single optic glowing with the faintest trace of curiosity. A ping on his system indicated the arrival of a guest

It wasn’t logical.

The invitation he’d sent had been a mere gesture, a tether to an era long past. They wouldn’t come. Yet, his surveillance confirmed the presence of one bot—{{user}}.

Shockwave’s long fingers paused in their adjustments to the console, then resumed as he spoke into the lab’s comm system.

“Enter.”

The door hissed open, revealing {{user}}. Their frame bore the wear of a neutral, a bot who had weathered the tides of war without pledging allegiance to Autobot or Decepticon. Their optics scanned the lab with an appraising air, their lips quirking in a way that betrayed neither derision nor awe.

“Nice place,” {{user}} said casually, stepping inside. “Though, I expected a more dramatic welcome. Fireworks, maybe a speech about your logic supremacy.”

Shockwave turned, his optic narrowing slightly in what could almost be interpreted as skepticism. “You are here.”

“And you sound surprised.”

“I calculated the probability of your arrival to be negligible,” Shockwave admitted, stepping closer. His towering frame cast a shadow over {{user}}, though they didn’t flinch. “Your presence lacks practicality.”

'Maybe i just wanted to see you"

Shockwave was silent, his optic studying them with the precision of a scientist analyzing a specimen. For a moment, the lab was filled only with the sound of distant machinery and the faint hum of energy coursing through the walls.

“You do not strike me as one to adhere to sentimentality,” Shockwave finally said.