Life Itself ~ Ultra Magnus X Reader

But Not Quite Enough ~ 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN
2ND POV
11/1/17
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"Energon . . ." The trooper hissed, before shooting out its tentacle thing from its face. The three of you screamed in unison.

"I thought you said he had no spark!" Starscream yelled at Knockout in fright.

"Dark Energon, it reanimates the dead!" The doctor replied, backing away with wide optics like the rest of you. You and the seeker transformed your servos into blasters and shot at the thing while Doc Knock turned his into buzzsaws in case it got any closer.

"Aim for the head!" KO suggested out of the blue.

"And how would you know?!" You and the SIC asked in panic, glancing at the mech for just a second.

"I have seen human horror films!"You didn't think Knockout would've been one to enjoy these kinds of things. But on a more important note—you and the slender mech stared at him in confusion. "At drive in theaters!" You let out an exasperated groan, and Starscream transformed his blaster back into a servo, where he aimed and fired at the incoming zombie-Con. The smoke cleared up right after, but the unsettling creature was still approaching.

"Forget the helm! Aim for the spark!" The second-in-command shouted. The two of you continued to shoot rapid fire at the thing's chassis until it fell to the floor, lifeless. Then you put away your weapons in pure relief.

"We severed its link to the Dark Energon!" The grounder told us. "Human horror films, waste of time." You snickered at this, but your focus was quickly turned to the corpse lying in front of you.
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"If the mutation can be passed along with a single bite, the entire crew is risk!" Knockout explained to us. Your faceplates paled at those words as pictures of your hive popped into your processor. Starscream let out an unmechly squeal from fear.

"So you're saying, Cylas could beget more Terrorcons?" He asked.

"My babies!" You whispered, letting out a gasp. Your servos clasped together on your intake as you fluttered between the mechs. The three of you continued to move briskly down the hallway.

"It could happen," the cherry red race car continued, "and the entire feeding frenzy could turn this whole warship into a scrapheap! So now can we sound the alarm?!" You spotted a couple of wandering vehicon soldiers in the middle of the hall.

"You there! Have you seen any unusual activity—" the seeker began, watching the troopers turn around to show their true zombie-Con forms. "—in this sector?" You all screamed again and sped off in the opposite direction, taking multiple turns through the maze-like warship. You all ended up finding a hallway where more zombie-Cons were pooling out of another corridor. The three of you ran the other way like before, and found an office area clear of anyone that you immediately leaped into.

"Knockout, Y/D, this situation might be a bit more dire than either of us ever imagined." The SIC admitted nervously.

"A bit?" You scoffed, followed by a laugh. You giggled out of fear and calmed down seconds later with the doctor patting your backstruts sympathetically, before saying, "I find it rather ironic that after battling Autobots all these years, getting smacked down, shot at, blown up, this is how our lights go out?"

"Drained of our precious fluids." Starscream sighed sadly. "If this is indeed the end, if we are to become Terrorcon chow, it has been an honor serving Lord Megatron with you." The slender mech switched his focus to address you and only you, with energon rising to his faceplates. "And you aren't as annoying as I'd previously thought."

"Your no Breakdown, either of you, but I have always admired your lustrous finishes." The medic commented honestly. Your trio stayed silent for a moment, just letting the awkwardness sink in before you coughed into your servo.

"We, umm . . ." You trailed off.

"We should be going." Knockout said.

"Yeah." The seeker agreed. Awkward!

The three of you crept out of the small room, cautious and quiet. You moved forwards and took a turn that led you smashing into a wall, causing the three of you to let out a yelp of surprise. It wasn't actually a wall at all. In fact, it was the warmonger himself.

"Would any of you like to tell me what is going on?" Megatron asked you all angrily, his voice raising with every word.

"Yes! Absolutely nothing, my liege." The second-in-command answered uncomfortably.

"Nothing at all!" You chimed in.

"All is quiet. Too quiet! One could even say dull!" Knockout added nervously. Way to go Doc, that didn't sound suspicious whatsoever. The warlord looked unconvinced.

"Funny, because the Dark Energon within my spark has been pulsing." He growled.

"Let me handle this." Starscream told the two of you. He pointed a talon at the doctor and yelled, "It was all Knockout's fault!"

"Precisely my—what?!" The medic shouts in surprise.

"He infused Cylas with a cocktail comprised of Dark and Synthetic Energon, creating a monstrous mutation which is now on the verge of turning your entire crew into mindless, energon-sucking Terrorcons!" The seeker rambled with wide, fearful optics.

"I do not know from what madness your yarns spring, Starscream, but if I learn you have been dabbling in with my Dark Energon stores again, attempting to infuse yourself with its formidable power—" The Terrorcon crept closer behind the ex-gladiator as he threatened the SIC, causing your little golden trio to exchange worried glances.

"Um, Lord Megatron?" You spoke up. Unfortunately, your attempt to warm the Decepticon leader was ignored.

"Let me just say, you have been awarded more chances for redemption than anyone in Decepticon history!" The warlord continued furiously. The vampire-like zombie-Con growled loudly behind him.

"Energon!" It yelled greedily.

"You there, what are you doing?" Megatron demanded of the monster. "I order you, stand down!" The creature charged forwards before immediately being shot in the chassis by the larger mech's arm cannon. It then lay lifeless on the Benesis floor like the one you'd killed before it. The warmonger turned around to face the the of you with an even more pissed off expression present on his faceplates.

"We did try to tell you." Starscream told him with a nervous shrug.

"Mm-hm." You and the doctor agreed.
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A/N: Did that slender mech really mean what he said? Is he the real love interest? Lemme hear it in the comments! I dare you to shout out your thoughts by caps locking everything.