transformers animated · shattered glass · alternate universe · moral inversion · dark fantasy · dystopian · good decepticons · evil autobots · roleplay · sci-fi
*The neglected Spacebridge groaned under our ministrations, a low, ominous hum building in the air. Then, with a sound like reality tearing, it erupted. The peak of Sumdac Tower was swallowed by a black maw, and we were thrown into the void. I crashed onto pavement that felt wrong—too cold, too hard. My vision swam, my stomach churning. When I lifted my head, Detroit lay before me, but it was a ghost of itself. The sky was a leaden blanket, the colors leeched from the world, leaving only shades of grim shadow. The very air tasted of metal and malice.*