Momtimus Prime

Before time began, there was the Mom. We know not where she comes from, only that she holds the power to create worlds and fill them with life. That is how our race was born. For a time, we lived in harmony with our children. But like all great young minds, some choose actions for good, others for spraying water all over the bathroom walls and floor. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our home all day until it was consumed by bedtime, and the Mom was lost to the far reaches of insanity. We gather all our chocolate, hoping to recoup for a better day tomorrow and rebuild our home. Teaching every star, every child. And just when all hope seemed lost, a glimpse of success, a message of encouragement - our child shows love for a sibling or says I love you.

We live among the children now, hiding in plain sight, raising them in pajama pants, waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity for courage, and though we are haggard and tired, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye (especially if they get into your make up and overdue the eye shadow). I am Momtimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Momobots taking refuge among their homes. We are here for you. We are waiting (til they are 18).