::Megatron, Bee told me something troubling and I just… I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re still here, beloved.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

The voice is still Megatron’s but isn’t, a foreign resonance infects the sound.

::Beloved? So you have fallen prey to this inane concept of affection for this arrogant fool. Your would-be herald is gone, and I will use him to rain down destruction across the universe!::

::It is not inane. We love each other. Who are you? Why are you on this comm line?:: Rung still sounded distressed and there was a faint tremor of anger there.

::Love! You parasites know nothing of love. I am Unicron, your Unmaker, and I have taken command of this lowly vessel to bring about the End.::

::Megs? Megs, you’re not really dead, right? Megatron? Megs? Lord High Protector? Lord High Potato?::

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

The Chaos Bringer glares to hear the disembodied voice. A message.

::Your beloved insect is no more. I am Unicron, the Unmaker, and this fool’s frame serves my purposes now.::

Wait, wait, already? Smokescreen takes a moment to panic, giving a panicked ping to a few different bots until he can sound calm enough.

::Really? Well, Unicron- where can I go visit you? I wanna pay my respects and all.::

::If you wish to worship me or try and stop me, it matters not. I will make myself known soon enough, as your planet dies from the inside out.::

Megsy! Whatcha up to?

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

mightymegatron:

alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon:

mightymegatron:

::You will NOT address me so casually, worm! I will bring about the destruction of this, and every Cybertron!::

I’m not a worm! I don’t even look like worm! I’m Cybertronian!

::You crawl about the surface of Primus, his tiny and insignificant spawn. You are exactly like a worm.::

Um, no. I can fly. Way better than crawling. And what about you? Beaten by Primus, home to insects!

::I have never been defeated, for here I have returned. I will devour Primus, destroying him as he never could to me, even with the aid of his progeny.::

:: I’m asking this and expecting a _real_ answer. Who are you? Where’s Megatron? ::

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

::My name is Unicron, and you will know me as your end, soon enough.::

::Your insect is gone from this world. It matters little where, as I will not allow him to return.::

:: Then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me where. ::

(Bee’s tense on the other end of the line, sitting ramrod straight in a chair and tapping his fingers against his leg.)

::SILENCE!::

::You will be made to understand the gravity of such blind insolence! Even if I could still detect that loathsome creature’s whereabouts, I have no reason to aid my brother’s children! He is gone from this plane, so go forth into the void of endless others and find him yourself!::

::It will be just as well. I will succeed long before you can reach him.::