Y/n's usually playful demeanor began to fade as the weight of their actions crept in. The flickering lights cast shadows across their containment cell, giving the room an eerie, almost oppressive atmosphere. The voices of the dead Cybertronians stirred again, quieter now but persistent, their anguish latching onto Y/n's guilt.
"You devoured us without hesitation..."
"Do you even remember our names? Or even think what you were doing... no. You just listened like a slave"
"What gives you the right to exist when we do not?"
Y/n's body coiled tightly in on itself, their single red eye dimming as they tried to suppress the tide of emotions. The memories they had absorbed from the consumed sparks surfaced unbidden, a kaleidoscope of lives lived, dreams unfulfilled, and bonds severed. The stark contrast between their lighthearted banter with Dreadwing and the grim reality of what they'd done felt like a cruel joke.
They murmured softly, almost inaudibly.
Y/n: I... I didn't mean to. I wasn't thinking. I never think, do I?
The small toy car in their tendrils slipped from their grasp, clattering to the ground. Y/n stared at it for a moment before letting out a hollow laugh, though it was tinged with sorrow.
Y/n: You're just a little slime monster, right? Yet im also apparently some important figure
They whispered to themselves.
Y/n: No heart, no soul. Just a bottomless pit of hunger. That's what they all think, isn't it?
The voices grew louder in response, a mix of scorn and lament.
"You think guilt will absolve you? It won't bring us back."
"You mock us even now, playing games in your cage."
Y/n's form rippled with frustration and despair, their body losing its usual defined shape as they dissolved into an amorphous mass on the floor of the container. The lights flickered more violently, responding to their inner turmoil.
Y/n: Shut up
They hissed, their voice trembling
Y/n: I didn't ask for any of this! You think I wanted to be like this? You think I don't hate myself for what I've done? Those dead bodies.... the pain I've dealt yet acted so carelessly about. I need to be responsible for it, their my family
The room fell silent, save for the low hum of the ship. The voices receded for a moment, though the oppressive guilt remained.
Y/n glanced at the door where Dreadwing had stood just moments before. His stoic face, his determination for justice, and the weight of his loss lingered in Y/n's mind. They couldn't bring themselves to admit it out loud, but the thought of facing him again, knowing the truth about his brother, sent a shiver through their core.
Y/n: I'm sorry
Y/n whispered, though it wasn't clear who the apology was meant for, the voices, Dreadwing, or themselves.
The lights steadied, leaving the room in a cold, sterile glow. Y/n slumped against the glass wall, their body pooling at the base of the container like a shadow.
Y/n's form rippled and churned against the glass, their usual playful energy all but gone. They stared at the faint reflection of their single red eye in the polished surface, a reminder of the countless lives they'd taken and the identity they still didn't understand.
Y/n: A piece of Primus
They thought bitterly, letting the phrase echo in their mind. It was something Soundwave had once said when briefing Megatron, though they'd overheard it through the vibrations in the ship.
Y/n: If I'm a piece of Primus, then what does that even mean? Am I just some fragment of something greater, something holy?
Y/n's body rippled violently, and the lights in the cell flickered once more.
Y/n: But then why am I like this? A... devourer. A monster.
The voices of the Cybertronians they'd consumed whispered in the recesses of their mind, fueling the self-doubt gnawing at their core. They weren't just memories anymore, they felt like accusations, echoes of the sparks they'd extinguished.
Y/n: If I'm supposed to be a part of Primus, shouldn't I bring life, not destroy it?
Y/n slumped lower, pressing their slimy form against the glass. They remembered Soundwave's cryptic, almost reverent tone when he had explained their origins.
Y/n: Primus. A creator. A god. But me? I'm just... hungry. Always hungry.
They couldn't remember their beginning. There were no memories of Cybertron, no sense of belonging to something divine. All Y/n had were fragments of others' lives, pieces they had stolen in their endless consumption. The stolen memories offered glimpses of Cybertron's beauty and tragedy, but none of it felt like theirs.
Y/n: Who am I, really?
The question burned in their mind, growing louder with each passing second. The memories of the dead pushed back, as if challenging them to find an answer.
"You are nothing but a thief."
"A shadow of the divine."
"You exist to destroy. That is all you will ever be."
Y/n let out a low growl, their form trembling violently.
Y/n: SHUT UP!
They shouted, slamming a tendril against the glass. The container rattled, and the security measures buzzed in response, flooding the cell with a temporary pulse of suppressive energy that left Y/n momentarily stunned.
As they reformed, their voice softened to a whisper.
Y/n: I didn't ask to be like this. I didn't choose to be a piece of anything. I just… am.
They stared at the small toy car they'd dropped earlier, using a tendril to nudge it across the floor. It felt meaningless now, a poor distraction from the storm inside them.
Y/n: Am I Primus's bad side....
The thought lingered, heavy and suffocating. Y/n turned their attention back to their reflection in the glass, their red eye gleaming faintly.
Y/n: If I am a part of something greater, shouldn't I feel it? Shouldn't I remember it? All I feel is… empty.
For the first time in their existence, Y/n wondered if they even deserved to be alive. They'd been told they were powerful, a force to be reckoned with, but all they saw now was a creature of destruction, a creature with no past, no purpose, and no future.
The door hissed open, startling Y/n from their thoughts. Megatron stepped inside, his usual face faltering slightly when he noticed Y/n's state.
Y/n: Sorry Megatron, about the whole security thing.....
Megatron: We're going out.
Y/n: Excuse me!?