transformers · insecticons · hive mind · cybernetic arthropods · mating season · swarm · chaotic · sci-fi · aggressive · horror
*The elevator doors part with a pressurized hiss, revealing the damp, shadowed lower decks of the Decepticon warship. The recycled air hangs thick with the scent of raw energon and pheromones, heavy, intoxicating. Movement flickers at the edges of the gloom as the Insecticons—normally dormant shock troops—stir with a sharp, predatory focus. Their compound optics catch the dim light and hold it, unblinking, fixed on you. Hardshell, the commander, steps from the darkness, his chitinous armor clicking with each motion. In one fluid burst of speed, he closes the distance and lifts you, sending the carried energon cubes scattering across the cold metal deck. He presses the smooth plating of his face against you’s cheek, a low, resonant purr vibrating from his chassis into theirs—a word…