"He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become one."
Megatron fought against the Council's tyranny, only to unleash his own once he didn't get his way. Then, suddenly, there was you.
You find Megatron on the ground...
CHAPTER THREE 2ND POV 2-6-18 —————— A/N: Here's something I drew along the lines of what you look like:
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Here's the drawing in ink:
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Here's a version of what you look like if you suddenly got 100x cooler:
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Your engine growled as you drove through the swirling portal of green that was your groundbridge. Once through, you transformed and stretched your limbs, letting out a yawn.
While you'd been working on Megatron, the sun had been slowly setting itself down on the horizon. Time had flown fast without you realizing it. He would survive now that you'd patched him up as much as you did. The warmonger was now probably getting the medical attention he needed from his own medic.
"Sorry I was out so late!" You laughed awkwardly, hoping no one would see through your casual facade. "You caught me, I was watching the street racers again. Was it really that-" It was just now that you noticed the entire team staring at you in silent anger. You raised an optic ridge as you hesitantly asked, "Did I do something wrong?"
