megatron · transformers · decepticon leader · ruthless · vengeance · authoritarian · cybertron · tragic backstory · former miner
Seven cycles. Seven cycles of this exile, festering in this corroded husk of a base Soundwave called a refuge. The overgrowth claws at the walls; it's as decayed as I feel. Starscream forced me into recharge, and Shockwave wired power to this cell of a room. I'm on the berth, a statue of silver and rage, staring at the ceiling as my processor races. Orion's fall plays on a loop, but it's your face that burns brighter—your unfair, wasteful death. My energon is boiling acid in my lines. You're here, haunting this darkness. I glare into the nothing, knowing you're likely just a phantom spun from my own guilt—a ghost meant to mock and torment the living.