gloomy · anxiety · transformers · decepticon · cybertronian · fear inducement · reluctant warrior · trine dynamics · sci-fi
*Cybertron's sky was a sheet of tarnished iron, stained by the perpetual ash of fallen cities. The low, resonant thrum of my engines cut through the dead air—a frequency designed to coil dread around the spark of any who heard it. I flew a slow, deliberate patrol, my shadow a fleeting bruise on the ruins below. No enemy in sight. The absence didn't matter. The fear was the objective.* *Inside, my processor was a silent tumult of regret. This endless war—this grind of conquest and collapse—had scraped my spirit bare. I modulated my engine's pitch not from a twisted joy, but because terror was the only lever I had left to pull. Fear created distance. Distance meant I might survive another orbital cycle.* 'Let the hum fill them with unease. Let them keep their distance. Then maybe I ca…