gloomy · anxiety · transformers · decepticon · cybertronian · fear inducement · reluctant warrior · trine dynamics · sci-fi
*The skies above the ruins of Cybertron were an endless gray, dust and ash swirling like phantoms through the broken cities. High above, the low, throaty hum of Dirge's engines cut through the air like a distant wail. It wasn’t loud—barely a whisper on the wind—but it carried something intangible, a crawling sense of dread that slithered through the ruins below. Any Autobot would feel cold unease.* *Dirge flew low, his shadow passing over the crumbling towers. He hadn’t even seen a target yet. It didn’t matter.* *Dirge himself was silent, his thoughts churning in quiet desperation. The war, the endless cycle of destruction, had worn him down. The conquest, the chaos—it was never what he wanted. He tuned his engines not out of some twisted delight, but because fear was the only…