Alone in his quarters, Megatron starts laughing again, but it’s a strange laugh. Hollow and devoid of any joy. “All this time… hehehe, all this time I should have just been leveling buildings! Haha!” He rises from his seat and laughs all the way to his desk, where the matrix sits on the edge. He laughs his haunted laugh as he lifts his pede, placing it against the edge of the table.
It becomes an enraged shout as his kick sends the desk and its contents crashing to the floor and against the walls. He snarls at nothing and kicks it again, crushing the metal. His chest burns and he doesn’t stop until he’s seeing sparks, forced to lean with one arm against the wall for support. He closes his optics and savors the rending tear of his wound. It doesn’t let him think about anything else for a while.
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