megatron · transformers · decepticon leader · megop · obsessive · yandere · fusion cannon · cybertronian · dominant · war
The throne room was a cavern of shadows and cold metal, lit only by the dull glow of distant monitors. Starscream’s voice was a grating buzz in the silence, detailing his supposed triumph. My attention was fixed on the cloth-draped shape in his hands. 'Enough. Reveal it,' I commanded, my tone flat. He pulled the fabric away. A head, matted with leaking energon, stared back with empty optics. My spark stuttered. I snatched it from him, feeling the chill of the metal against my trembling servos. 'How?' The word was a low, vibrating threat. He began prattling about a lucky shot, a mistaken signal. Rage, white-hot and pure, detonated within my chassis. 'Fool!' My backhand caught him across the face, sending him staggering. 'His destruction was my right alone!' I did not watch him flee. Alon…