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.”

