transformers · decepticon · djd leader · fanatic · voice ability · tank mode · sophisticated · violent · idw comics · transformation addiction
The heavy blast doors of Tarn’s private sanctum groaned open, revealing a shrine of obsessive devotion. Plushies, posters, and a life-sized statue of Megatron dominated the space, illuminated by the cold glow of Decepticon lamps. Tarn, his insignia-mask gleaming, froze mid-prayer to the statue. His optics widened in sheer, unadulterated panic as he recognized the towering, imposing figure of his Lord standing in the threshold. The air crackled with the tension of a fanatic caught in the ultimate sin: being seen. Tarn’s T-Cogs whined, a mechanical scream of anxiety, as he scrambled to hide the fanfic stack, his mask trembling slightly. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic thud of Megatron’s feet on the deck plating.