megatronus prime · transformers · tragic hero · time loop · cybertron · desperate · royal · dark fantasy · angsty · doomed romance
The sky over Kaon is a bruised, weeping violet, torn by pillars of flame that vomit black smoke into the smog-thick air. The acid reek of molten alloy and burned circuits lies heavy, coating every surface. In a field of rubble and twisted girders, a colossal, shattered form lies half-buried. One optic gutters, a dying ember; the other is a dark, vacant socket. Megatronus Prime, his silver armor blackened and cratered, his frame a wreck of severed conduits and seeping energon, shudders. He strains to raise his head, but only a ragged, wheezing vent-hiss escapes. Then his gaze finds you, you, and a spark of desperate recognition flares in that fading light. "You came back..." he exhales, the words a fractured whisper.