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… [Peers in] Trick or Treat?

There’s obvious hesitancy, but he creeps forward. “… Yeah. Who told you I was gone?”

“Blackguard.” He moves his servo a bit closer, but remains where he is. Rigel must come to him.

“She came to me in a panic. Anonymous magic can be cruel, but I have yet to see them do lasting harm. It is good to know that they’ve continued that pattern. Where did they take you?”

“A shadow… Place,” he mutters, unable to keep from staring at the mech crouching in front of him. The open claw reminds him of a trap that he found once in the woods; He later found out what those did.

When he was only a breath away, he added: “I could see and hear her, but she couldn’t me.”

Megatron was used to stares, especially from children. He did wish those optics weren’t so familiar, however. His expression became thoughtful at the explanation. A shadowy place where you couldn’t interact with others…

“I have not been there, but I know it. Soundwave was trapped there for some time as well. He escaped, as you did. …I am glad for both.”

“How did he get out?”

His comparatively small hands snatched away the treats and he took a cautious step back. Even though this mech had been his rescue a time before, there was something very primal in the fear of knowing this bot had, and would have killed his creators. But that didn’t keep him from spouting questions.

“Do you know what’s it called?”

After the treats were taken, Megatron drew his servo back, remaining low to stay near the child’s level. At full height he was intimidating even to large mechs.

“I have heard it called a “Shadowzone” by many, but only recently did I realize they referred to this very realm. While there, you are in the same place, but at a different frequency than everyone around you. Soundwave was trapped there when two adjacent ground bridges interfered with each other’s energy, and he was caught between. He told me that escaped by repeating the accident, bringing himself back to this frequency.”

Bee is gonna knock on the door of the old man Megatron. He dares.

The door opens and Megs has gone all out this time. Rent metal replicates his fatal wound, fluorescent paint mimicking his own violet energon a bit too well. The rest of his frame has been darkened. He grins down at Bee, the perfect image of a terrorcon.

He offers the scout candy without saying another word.

knocks at the door Tick or treat, Lord Megatron!! X3

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The door opens slower than it was meant to, as if forcing itself open. Inside is pitch black. There is silence.

As Allen approaches, his leader remains still. A faint EM field can be felt as the figure is touched, but even up close, in the dim light, Megatron’s face remains obscured. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have one…

As soon as he sits down, a clawed servo wraps around Allen’s waist. Megatron leans forward, an unnaturally wide, glowing, jagged grin the only thing visible where his face should be. A low, raspy laugh that didn’t sound like Megatron at all left that mouth as the claws faintly begin to tighten.

Allen yelped as he was grabbed. “L-lord Megatron!!” he squirmed about, looking back at the distorted facial figure behind his helm, creeping slowly towards him.

“Ahhyyeekk, please don’t kill me!! I thought you were fake! I was just having fun, I’m sorry!” he shivers as he hears the laugh, his spark running rapid.

The claws only got tighter. Why did that laugh have to be so scary???

Allen reached for the desk, to use it and pry himself from the warlord’s grasp, but it was just out of reach. “Megatron, noo!!”

The cackle modulates wildly, glitching out to be completely unrecognizable as laughter. His servo opens, releasing the terrified soldier in favor of grabbing the desk to lift himself up, as the volume only increases. The figure makes to grab for Allen again, twitching with each crack of the eerily synthetic voice.

Borrowing Soundwave’s extra visor had been a delightful idea.

trick or treat??

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mightymegatron:

The door opens. Astrotrain sees a violet glow within.

“Enter as you dare, triple-changer.”

~~What kind of Decepticon dwelling wouldn’t have a violet glow?~~

The voice means Megatron probably isn’t dead – but while certain shades of violet make his spark flip in a way that’s almost nostalgic, the dark and spooky atmosphere accompanying it is not kind to his shot nerves.

“I’m darin’, I’m darin’,” Which in this case means creeping in like some kind of intruder, armor and wings fluffed up. No weapons drawn. Yet.

This purple should be all too familiar to Astrotrain. Megatron’s armor glows from within as he sits on his desk, optics nearly ablaze with the dark energy. A smirk bares pleased fangs as the door closes them inside.

“Good…” he growls. “A Treat for you, then.”

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

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And it’s a real bitter code to compile. I can relate to that. It’s pretty much the only thing about the whole situation I can actually say “Yes, I know exactly how bad that is”, having to sit down and talk to someone you really hate to fix something.(Bee sits down on the rim of the sink, feet together. Megatron’s tense anger prickles off of his shell like static, but he keeps his voice steady and low.)

But I know you can manage it. I’ve got faith in you. And the you that can- not, like, build up a Cybertron on a dead body, but /mend/ a broken planet back together from the inside out?

That’s a mech worthy of his title, My Lord Megatron.

His optics flicker over to the minibot before returning to the drain as he scoffs.

“How ironic… How often have I heard him plead for diplomacy only to slash at his chest with my blade? And now to be forced into this… Prime will be delighted.”

After everything Prime’s had thrown at him since this has all gone down? I don’t think he’ll have enough in him to be happy about it.

(Bee punches at the air.) And if he gives you any slag about it, then turn me loose on him and I’ll rip him a slaggin’ new one, too! (punch!) This one will be for Smokescreen, and (punch!) that one for Arcee, and (punch punch!) stuff!

The warlord’s servos un-clench. The image of Bee punching his mortal enemy in the shin is far too amusing to be fair.

"What a terrifying prospect…” He cycles a shaky vent of air, core slowly returning to an acceptable temperature. His optics close. It won’t be immediate; so many eons of violence are not easily erased. He was going to hate every moment of it, but Cybertron deserved better than a dictator hell-bent on hunting down old rivals. Hopefully, he could manage that.

One day.

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

And it’s a real bitter code to compile. I can relate to that. It’s pretty much the only thing about the whole situation I can actually say “Yes, I know exactly how bad that is”, having to sit down and talk to someone you really hate to fix something.(Bee sits down on the rim of the sink, feet together. Megatron’s tense anger prickles off of his shell like static, but he keeps his voice steady and low.)

But I know you can manage it. I’ve got faith in you. And the you that can- not, like, build up a Cybertron on a dead body, but /mend/ a broken planet back together from the inside out?

That’s a mech worthy of his title, My Lord Megatron.

His optics flicker over to the minibot before returning to the drain as he scoffs.

“How ironic… How often have I heard him plead for diplomacy only to slash at his chest with my blade? And now to be forced into this… Prime will be delighted.”

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

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That it didn’t matter to him. (Bee’s voice goes soft and reverent.) Whatever you did would be right. He trusts you. Absolutely. That is a lot of trust in you not to FUCK UP THE WHOLE DAMN PLANET ALL OVER AGAIN!

If any trait summed Soundwave up, it was his faith in his Lord. Megatron was sure that even if Cybertron fell again, his steadfast lieutenant would remain at his side… and he wouldn’t deserve it. To fail now would be to betray not only Soundwave, but everyone who had sworn their loyalty to him throughout the course of the war. He cringes, growling inwardly.

“I cannot let that happen.”

(Bee relaxes, soothed by Megatron’s response. He’d worked himself into a froth, and for what? Simple, quiet acknowledgement. He feels a lot safer and lets his voice get quiet again. No more yelling.) I know you won’t. You know why? Because you’re not some glory-hound battle-driven hard-on-from-stabbing-people baby-eating monster. You’re intelligent. You take care of your people.

And I’m pretty sure you know what you have to do to make your planet work again.

(And now, he knows it’s safe to say it, both for his sake and Megatron’s.)

You’ve gotta talk to Optimus.

Megatron stays there, braced against the edge of the sink and glaring into the drain. The silence is charged as he asserts calm over the roiling storm within. He’s not the monster so many have made him out to be.

But he has played the role so well. His claws dig into the rim again, already marred from before. It needed to change. Killing Optimus hadn’t always been a purely selfish desire, but that is what he had let it become. Pathetic. Even more pathetic that Bumblebee was right. His tank turned.

“This is what he wanted.”

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

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(Bee holds his ground, Megatron’s shouts rattling him down to the protoform. He shouts back, shoulders puffed up and out as big as he can make himself.)

You’ve already killed him! Him to the point where he thought he was him, and that wasn’t enough for you! Enough him to drive off your Autobots! You’ve gotta decide what you’re fighting for, Megatron. Are you fighting for your own personal glory, or are you fighting to save your planet?

(Bee pulls himself back, remembering a talk he had what feels like a long, long time ago.) You know, I asked Soundwave once what the plans were for Cybertron. I asked him a lot of the same questions I asked you! Where would new bots come from, who was in charge of rebuilding, what would Megatron do, and you know what he told me?

Every cable in his frame feels pulled taught as he glares, static at the edges of his vision. It wasn’t Optimus that he killed. It wasn’t the same.

“Enlighten me.”

That it didn’t matter to him. (Bee’s voice goes soft and reverent.) Whatever you did would be right. He trusts you. Absolutely. That is a lot of trust in you not to FUCK UP THE WHOLE DAMN PLANET ALL OVER AGAIN!

If any trait summed Soundwave up, it was his faith in his Lord. Megatron was sure that even if Cybertron fell again, his steadfast lieutenant would remain at his side… and he wouldn’t deserve it. To fail now would be to betray not only Soundwave, but everyone who had sworn their loyalty to him throughout the course of the war. He cringes, growling inwardly.

“I cannot let that happen.”

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The creature let out a confused snarl, feelers whirling wildly as the Seeker suddenly disappeared from the witchs view. Soundwave, or better his former self, might have seen through Starscreams charade but in his current state his processor was clouded by rage and the urge to destroy this impertinent intruder.

Too late did he notice that he had fallen for the Seekers trap, as a dozen bolts of lightning struck his frame, causing the witch to writhe and screech in agony.

Forgotten was the mech he had longed to see, his attention solely on Starscream now

Starscream…devour…suffer…ELIMINATE!!

Assaulted by a flood of negative emotions and curses spit in the Seekers general direction, Soundwave opened his maw ready to lunge at his opponent. He would just gobble this pest up so he could finally deal with his prized prey once more.

Starscream cackled as he watched his opponent suffer from the effect of his attack. He braced himself when he heard that garbled, echoing voice, knowing that the witch had to be very angry with him. All of his copies scattered, moving in different directions to thoroughly distract the witch. While it was busy chasing after one, he prepared to strike.

As the creature focused its attention on one iteration of the Seeker, the others disappeared. When it opened its jaws wide and moved in towards him, he couldn’t escape. Starscream was caught in its great big mouth and gone without a trace.

When he was sure Soundwave believed to have gotten rid of him, the real Starscream came down on the head of the creature. Before the witch could grab him or swat him away, he summoned another bolt of lightning to strike the monster’s cranium.

When Megatron first came to, he expected to be in his room. It was dark, but there were stars, so this was not the case. Were they jewels?

“Soundwave…” Shaking his helm, the warlord looked up to see the enormous beast writhing in agony, Starscream poised above it to strike. “No!” Leaping to his pedes, Megatron ignored the burn in his limbs, extending his sword and engaging the Dark Energon all at once, despite the weapon’s cries for him to slow down. The length of the violet blade lit up as the warlord swung it towards the Seeker, sending a shock wave of energy hurtling towards the silver speck.

Starscream had speed on him. Megatron could only go so fast even with the dark energon enhancing his systems.

//Fighting Starscream will only do so much. We need to stop Soundwave without killing him or he’ll destroy us all.// The Decepticon leader laid a hand over his subspace compartment, optics set in a determined glare.

“I will make him remember!"

(Bee takes a deep breath.)

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The Decepticon lord snarls, pushing away from the wall. His optics burn as hot as the scar in his spark tearing at itself.

“I have fought for eons to feel that satisfaction, to watch the light fade from his optics- I battle him in my very dreams! If I let him live now, if I call truce and play nice then why in the Pit have I been fighting him for so long?!”

(Bee holds his ground, Megatron’s shouts rattling him down to the protoform. He shouts back, shoulders puffed up and out as big as he can make himself.)

You’ve already killed him! Him to the point where he thought he was him, and that wasn’t enough for you! Enough him to drive off your Autobots! You’ve gotta decide what you’re fighting for, Megatron. Are you fighting for your own personal glory, or are you fighting to save your planet?

(Bee pulls himself back, remembering a talk he had what feels like a long, long time ago.) You know, I asked Soundwave once what the plans were for Cybertron. I asked him a lot of the same questions I asked you! Where would new bots come from, who was in charge of rebuilding, what would Megatron do, and you know what he told me?

Every cable in his frame feels pulled taught as he glares, static at the edges of his vision. It wasn’t Optimus that he killed. It wasn’t the same.

"Enlighten me.”