Tag: insanity meme

乂

Ratchet tilted the warlord’s helm up, checking the vents just above his heavily armored neck. The lack of a muzzle and further sedatives was ill-advised, but Megatron was a surprisingly cooperative patient when the old medic was around.

Perhaps it was because Ratchet was one of the few that he had actually respected once, and some measure of that still remained. Perhaps because none of the other doctors attempted to engage him in normal conversation during their routines. Perhaps he wanted Ratchet around as a reminder that all that had transpired was real, and to remind the medic of it in turn.

Whatever the reason, though it was steadily deteriorating, Megatron’s lucidity seemed the clearest when Ratchet spoke with him.

乂

Ever since the incident with Optimus, Megatron’s restraints had been reinforced. Stasis locks now prevented the motion of his limbs and his signature weapons had been removed entirely, even though they had already been rendered unusable. His chassis and helm were the only things capable of motion, if only so that he could ventilate properly. 

He looked weak; a hopeless prisoner hanging from the wall with his helm lowered as Starscream entered. The warlord was unresponsive as his former Second strutted about his cell, patting himself on the back. 

The seeker took his silence as defeated resignation, and grew even bolder, laughing at his pathetic state and leaning in close to taunt the defenseless mech to his face.

Ever since Starscream was carted out with energon gushing from his throat, Megatron has been made to wear a muzzle whilst receiving visitors.

乂

The hallucinations were never-ending now. Yesterday had been the battlefield, heated and loud and full of soldiers, all with holes where their optics should be. Today was milder… even pleasant. He saw himself and Orion, sitting atop the roof of the Hall of Records. It was an old memory that he now saw as if he’d been a surveillance drone watching the scene unfold.

The medics were surprised at how little resistance he put up that day.

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“Here to gloat are you, Starscream? Spare me…" 

The warlord rolls his optics, waiting for the seeker to begin his tirade. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of being affected at all by his words. Anything that would be said would be immediately spat back in his face. Megatron had been playing his SIC like a fiddle for so long that the strings were fraying, and he knew it.

"We all know who really belongs in here.”

Starscream was escorted out soon after.

乂

The growls are far from quiet now. The chains are straining so badly that it’s a wonder that they haven’t broken yet, or that Megatron hasn’t blown a few hydraulics. If the smoke he’s venting is any indication, he has and simply doesn’t care.

“COWARD!!“ The venomous voice explodes from his vocalizer, which also appears to be protesting.

"You are AFRAID of me! You should be! But now you will not even face me as a warrior?! I will not rust away down here for you to FORGET about! YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, OPTIMUS! I AM A DEMON THAT YOU C̸̨̀A̵̶N͡NOT͝҉̸ B̶̨Ú̡͞R̴͢͞Y̶̛͡ AW̶̵͡ÀY!!” The force and volume of his enraged cries are too much for his vocalizer to accommodate. It must be painful, but so must the restraints denting his armor and he’s been making them worse ever since the Prime walked in. The glow of dark energon is evident now.

Medics rush in to attempt to sedate the warlord before he does more damage to himself. Megatron remains alert despite the many doses administered. The most the sedation does is stop him from struggling and yelling at full-volume. The chains are barely attached to the wall now. 

Coming here was a mistake.

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At first he simply stares. Breakdown had remained after Impact had left. Without the association of the little orange femme, Megatron becomes confused again, remembering the death of his medic’s assistant. Another death among millions that had been his fault.

Not that that registers to him anymore. Now he may ask whether or not Airachnid lives, or the productivity of mine shaft 27-B. Even living in the past, he knows the difference between a mech and the deteriorating, twisted husk that Silas wore.

~ 乂

Megatron’s optics are closed. This one… he can’t look at. He knows he’ll fall apart and he wants to retain a shred of dignity. It’s all he has left.

He hears the quiet mech step closer, the smallest tap on the floor. It echos it his mind as every instance that such a noise had announced that subtle presence in the darkness is recalled. The response is automatic.

“Soundwave.” He states the name as a fact, a constant in the haze of memory. So easy, so familiar, so safe. He’s remains calm, but the slightest shudder betrays him. So many lies have made him wary of the feeling of security.

“What’s taken you so long?” His tone is conversational, appearing just as relaxed and sure as himself as ever- apart from refusing to look at his companion. “I was beginning to think that you had been captured as well… How foolish of me.” The warlord listens carefully, frowning when he doesn’t hear another step.

“Soundwave…?” Why wasn’t he moving to release his bonds? The silence persisted. “The guards will return soon… not that that would matter to you, I suppose.” Soundwave had always been unfailingly strong.  Still, nothing happens.

“…Soundwave.” It’s a sharp order now, but the spy’s weight does not even shift. He refuses to open his optics. 

“…Were you lying to me all those years ago? When you said that you would follow me anywhere, when you claimed me as your own?” Silence.

“…Perhaps that was too harsh. I know that you care for me, you always have… and I you. I know you would never allow me to remain here…” He doesn’t want to open his optics.

Because he’s afraid that no one’s there.