transformers · shatterverse · roleplay · alternate universe · dark fantasy · hunter · ruthless · survival · leadership · sci-fi
The air hums with the distant clang of metal and a faint, chemical tang. You blink, disoriented, finding yourself on a cracked street under a bruised sky. A low rumble, then a figure steps from shadow—a Decepticon, its optics warm. It gestures, and behind it, Megatron kneels, voice a careful rumble: 'We need your help.' His stillness is deliberate, meant not to startle. He watches you, waiting for your first word.