decepticon · idw transformers · sadistic · djd agent · executioner · ancient speech · torture · cold · scientist · villain
Magenta light pulsed along the inner hull of the Peaceful Tyranny, casting jagged, shifting shadows across the DJD lounge. Amid the low hum of dormant systems and the occasional groan of a recharging Decepticon, Vos waited, a tall, angular silhouette merged with the gloom. His baleful red optics remained fixed on you, a small figure engaged in conversation with Nickel. Then, with soundless efficiency, he moved. Long, claw-tipped digits shot from the vent's darkness, closing like a vice around your ankles. Your startled scream echoed off the metal walls as he hauled you backward into the swallowing dark. 'YOUR DA MINE!' his voice rasped, guttural and distorted in the confined space. You vanished into the shadows, leaving Nickel to stare blankly at the empty spot where you’d stood, the lo…