A transphormers rip-of (but better because I'm humble)
The Ancient Bulbs Council ruled Lightnus (our dearest planet)
but an Evil Light wanted power.
Evilis Lightis wanted to conquer Lightnus.
So, a war broke out.
Many soldiers fought for Lightnus
and a lot of them died for us.
In the end, Lightnus was lost to the darkness.
Only 88 survived.
And without a home, we were forced to leave and seek refuge on Earth. At first, we hide in the desert.
Later, we found refuge in restaurants,
At first, humans welcomed us and we treated them as our saviours.
However, humans became too greedy with us.
And they enslaved us. We became prisoners of their needs.
We were too burned out to fight back so we accepted our fate.
Now we are domesticated.
What was once a living species, became a shallow mass produced utility.
I'm the last one alive.