|COMPLETE| My Love (Decepticon scenarios)

Breakup (Megatron)

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Song: Snuff - Slipknot

"Megatron please! This is too dangerous!" Your voice was shaky with anger and disappointment. He was not thinking rationality. 

Two days ago your plea would have been enough to make the mech come to his senses. Two days ago he would most likely have dropped it all and ordered his men to get rid of it. Two days ago he would have even apologised. 

But then again, two days ago dark energon didn't exist anywhere except in Cybertronian legends. 

The warlord ignored you completely. His full focus was on the large piece of corrupt energon held in his servo: a large chunk already buried in his chassis. It threw waves of amethyst across the room, shrouding anything facing away in shadows. 

Yet the only darkness in the vicinity was the damned blood of Unicron. 

"Leave me," he growled. His voice was rougher and echoed across the vast room in monotone. "I wish to be alone." 

If it were a different circumstance you would have scoffed, maybe even teased him about how he sounded like the brooding high caste mechs you joked about when he shared stories of his past with you. But this was no such situation. 

"No." You hated how broken the word came across. "I'm staying here," you pressed on, even daring to approach the mech you love. "Not until you stop whatever it is you think you are doing." 

Dreadwing, who had been silently resenting it all from the side, finally spoke. "My leige, the femme speaks the truth. There may be unfathomable consequences..." 

Two days ago Dreadwing called in, interrupting what would be your last proper moment with Megatron– the real Megatron– not the zombie you see before you. He had done so to inform him about their discovery. 

The dark energon held Megatron's psyche ever since. 

"You dare defy me Dreadwing!?" His words boomed through the air to send a quiver down your body. This was not your Megatron. 

The titan whirled around. His optics were no longer like rubies, but encased in violet vapours. "I will have your he-e-elm…!"

He stumbled. 

His large servos grasped his helm as he yelled in agony.

Both you and Dreadwing were immediately by his side. "Lord Megatron!" The SIC was bent over his master, trying to help him to his pedes. "We must get you to…"

The cerulean energon trickled at an alarming pace. The blade had thrust deep. The seeker gasped and choked.

Megatron's eerie laugh cuts through you like his blade did Dreadwing. 

It was malign. 

It rose in volume as your form retreated. Your wide eyes looked Dreadwing's bleeding body over. 

Your own custom blaster was resting against the wall behind you. Ten steps should be enough to close the gap.

"Come now human," the thing in front of you's vicious voice growled out, "I thought you cared for this mech."

"I did," you take several steps back– fists clenched on instinct as they are before conflict, "but he's gone now." 

You made a dash for it. 

One, two, three, four–

Its grey servo slammed down behind you. "You scurry away like the bug you are!" it mocked. 

–five, six, seven– 

The draft created by his flat hand's swing tugged at your shirt and hair. 

–eight, nine…

Your palm enclosed over the weapon's handle. The monster behind you oozed purple as it brought its blade up to strike.

Your finger met the trigger. You turned to face him. Ready. It roared. Aim. Its steel twitched before it came down. 

Fire… 

A (f/c) projectile met an exuding purple mass. 

Red and amethyst stained the walls of the throne room. 

The ringing was deafening. The little blood that made it to your head pounded. Your breathing was shallow. Why couldn't you breathe? 

A servo picked you up. Its owner, injured, started to hurry out of the room. A groundbridge opened and gave a way of escape. 

You were in a desert. 

"(Y/N)...? Human…?" Dreadwing's voice spoke. He was bleeding out just like you. 

The sky was cloudless. The rocks around you trembled. They came together. They were forming something. 

As the seeker lost consciousness, the rock formation drew near. 

"You are resilient, bug," the rock raised you up to its horned helm. "I may have use of you, unlike the fool who calls himself 'Megatron'." It starts glowing violet. Your breathing slows.

"You shall serve the destroyer of worlds."