Tag: insanity meme

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The warlord straightens when a vehicon enters. Another habit he would never be broken of. Even chained, he hated showing weakness. He used to pride himself on being able to tell the vehicons apart, but that skill had been left to deteriorate now that he’d been kept from his troops for so long.

This one… Seeing his mild confusion, Steve removes his visor. “Um, Sir? I don’t know if you remember me… I’m Steve… ST-3V3, sir…” He thinks Megatron’s listening, if his sharpened focus is anything to go by.

It isn’t. The warlord is miles away, and instead of only Steve, there are hundreds staring up at him. They’ve removed their visors as well, and each one is unique, and horrifically burned.

Megatron winces and turns his helm away. 

“I’m sorry Steve. Please continue.”

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At first, he had recognized Pharma as the one who had repaired him. Slowly however, his face became indistinguishable from the slew of anonymous medics that came to prod at him or put him under sedation. Or perhaps Megatron just didn’t care about their names anymore. No one could tell for sure, as he never said a word to them now that he was bound by such heavy restraints, that constant glare of his making it uncomfortable to remain for very long. It continued this way for quite some time, until Pharma hears him mutter something as he regains consciousness.

“Why don’t you just kill me?" 

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He feels the Chaosbringer more than sees him. At least he thinks he does. He’s been feeling the dark energon throbbing painfully in his spark for quite some time now; it’s difficult to tell whether or not Unicron is actually there.

“Give me more…” Megatron does not beg to you. He desires only power, needing to break free and destroy the one who held his mind captive. If Unicron would only allow him that, let him rip the energon lines from that traitorous throat himself, maybe he would even allow the dark god to take him. But they are both creatures of pride. The Void would never give him that satisfaction, and so, even with his sanity in tatters, Megatron could not yield control, no matter his words.

“More…”

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Orange. His fists clench. Who had let her in here? Was he to be used now in this way too? No more than a cautionary tale for children? He turns away, not wanting her to see him like this, not her. Not that he can turn very much mind you; he’s been rendered all but immobile ever since he’d used his stasis cuffs to decapitate some poor medical assistant that had gotten too close.

“Hope,” he whispers, for that is how he had once seen her. No… there was still hope for the Decepticons. They could still fight, she was proof of that in his twisted mind. 

“Go back, show them how… learn to fight for me, teach more… Kill them all, every last one, do you understand me, child? Every last one!” His glare never faltered, unnerving in its intensity. Nothing else mattered, after all.

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Those colors. Megatron snarls and reaches to the end of the chains attaching him to the wall, aiming to tear his claws into the vision before him. It isn’t until the librarian inches closer, despite his display, that the warlord even notices that this is not the Prime that put him here.

Orion Pax… He truly has gone mad, hasn’t he. His optics shut, unable to look at yet another ghost. So many stared already at him from the walls, he did not need…

Servos gently press against either side of his hanging helm. His optics find sad ones staring back at him. He flinches, seeing Optimus again for a moment, but the servos hold him in place.

Coolant mist blurs his vision further. He wants to kill the mech in front of him with the entirety of his core… and yet doesn’t resist when arms wrap around his neck. 

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Another human. He remembered you, once. The sad and angry child that had trouble reconciling his morals.  Now he simply watches you because you are there, little more than a bug crawling on the floor of his cell. But his optics don’t leave you.

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“No….” His optics cycle wide as his hoarse voice raises, repeating ‘no’ until he’s shouting. He struggles against his bonds, clawing at the air and trying to get farther away. His cries cut off and he gets quiet again, that cold stare never breaking.

“You…. You did this… You did this why did you do this to me… THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?”

The fire drains out of him and he starts shaking, helm dipped low. His vocalizer cracks as he speaks.

“Why this… please…”

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“I need more…” He recognized the scientist and let out a triumphant laugh. “I knew you would return… Now there is nothing… Nothing to stop me! DO YOU HEAR THAT, OPTIMUS?!" 

He shakes in his stasis cuffs, grinning. Until he sees that Shockwave isn’t moving to release him. Then he goes back to silence.