Ooookay.

Weirder things have happened. He's definitely experienced weirder. With the right drink, you could see a bot's head float off his head and into orbit. Being displaced back on Cybertron when you clearly weren't? When you were on a planet so far out of the way that there's no way a hop, skip and a jump could take you there? That's doable. But that's not what's getting Trailcutter right now. It's the fact that he knows he's sober.

The moment he looks up again from Towards Peace, Bluestreak isn't there. First Aid isn't there either. Mainframe? Well...he didn't really notice Mainframe anyway. Still. Gone. An eyebrow perks as he scans the area, not registering any of the three as far as he could tell.

"Guys?"

With a heave, he gets to his feet, tucking the datapad underneath his arm, that perplexed pout turning into a frown rather quickly.

"This isn't funny."

Because...yeah, they're somehow responsible. Taking another step forward, the feel of the ground felt oddly...like home. In fact, he was getting a lot of vibes like that. The atmosphere, the stars...

"...There's something familiar about this place..."

Thanks, genius.