Megatron dragged me by a chunk of mass. My slimey body slipping through his digits every now and again. Until we get to the brig.
Y/n: Listen Megatron I wasn't going to stay over there for long. I just wanted to see if Optimus knew about this whole Primus thing!?
Megatron: I am not interested in your excuses slime.
Megatron tosses me into one of the cells, blocking the entrance with his wide body as I get up. Realising I was simply standing on a desk.
Y/n: I might be Primus! I have the right to know these things. Especially since I sacrificed most of my mass to save your unsorry ass!
Megatron: A CHOICE YOU MADE Y/N! YOU DECIDED TO SAVE ME, A RUTHLESS TYRANT!!!
I stopped, Then looked up at Megatron who was staring down at me in rage. His cannon held directly at me.
Y/n: You think it might be true... me being connected or is Primus.
Megatron: If you think I'm letting a God fall to hostile hands. Your a fool
His face was obviously having doubts. However he seemed like he would and could genuinely kill me... was he.....
Y/n: Megatron....
Flashes of all the fun times we had go through my mind. Seeing Megatron like this made me feel so much.... guilt. Sadness even.
Y/n: Megatron...
I took a step back, my mass shifting nervously on the desk beneath me. His cannon was still locked on me, the faint hum of its charge filling the silence between us. The weight of all we'd been through hit me like a tidal wave. Every battle, every moment, every dark and twisted laugh we had shared.
He might actually do it. He might kill me.
Y/n: You're really going to pull that trigger? After everything?
His optics narrowed, glowing with a mixture of rage and... something else. Doubt. Conflict. His voice was a low growl, but I could hear the hesitation.
Megatron: Do not think that our... history will stop me, Y/n. If you truly are connected to Primus, you are a danger to all of us. Even to yourself.
I laughed bitterly, my voice trembling as I tried to hold myself together, the weight of his words crashing into me. The memories of us standing side by side, fighting against Optimus and eachother. And now... this?
Y/n: A danger? You don't trust me? You're the last one who should talk about trust, Megatron.
For a second, a flicker of something crossed his face. Regret? No. Megatron didn't regret. But his cannon lowered just a fraction, his grip on the trigger slackening.
Megatron: You sacrificed yourself for me once. But I will not let that cloud my judgment now. If you're a threat, I will end you.
The coldness in his voice chilled me to my core. He wasn't bluffing. But I knew him, knew that somewhere deep down, buried beneath the layers of metal and hate, there was something more. Something that still saw me as... more than just a pawn.
Y/n: Megatron... I'm not a God. And even if I was... I wouldn't be your enemy.
The silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I saw the flicker of doubt in his optics again. It was brief, almost imperceptible, but it was there.
Y/n: You're afraid, aren't you? Not of me... but of what I could become.
He growled, stepping back from the cell, turning his back to me. His shoulders tensed, his voice barely more than a whisper now.
Megatron: If you become Primus... then I will have no choice. I cannot allow another to wield such power.
For the first time, I saw him as something more than just the ruthless warlord I had known or my friend. He was... conflicted.
Y/n: Megatron..... please
His gun raised again, he was readying himself to do it.
He was going to kill me.
*3rd pov*
3 consecutive shot go off one after the other. When the dust settles from the desk, it was revealed to be 3 holes in the desk around Y/n, their slime body shivering.
Megatron: STAY HERE!
Megatron leaves the cells, slamming his fist against the cell door as it shuts. It was air tight, no cracks or crevices to slip through.
Y/n: He didn't kill me.... what a softie.
Y/n decided to actually stay put. Not wanting anymore commotion or to make Megatron even angrier.
Y/n chuckled to themself before hopping over to a piece of unfinished desk. Deciding to melt the metal into different shaped and drawings.
Y/n: I'll be extra nice to them from now on.....
Thinking of all the trouble he's caused. Megatron storms back in, a serious look on his face as he opens the cell and walks in.
Megatron: I'm suprised you listened
Y/n:... y-yeah.
The awkward silence was deafening.
Megatron: I've decided what to do.