#megatronous

*the ghosts of the Primes are shielding an unconscious Optimus Prime from an angry Megatron*

Megatron: You've turned Orion against me!

Ghost!Alpha Trion: You have done that yourself…

Megatron: YOU WILL NOT TAKE HIM FROM ME!

He has no name, or if he had one, he doesn't remember. He looked around at the towering buildings, filled with lights. Wandering the strange place, his pedes took him to the outskirts. It was a vast, empty area; it wasn't anything like the city. It was cold and dark, but still the mech wandered out into the abyss, the glow of his spark lighting his way.

In the distance, there was another mech; his plating was silver, the insignia on his chest faded, his sharp edges rusted over, and a few broke off. The mech was doomed to roam the planet until it found what its spark searched for.

The red and blue mech wanted to catch up to him, but he wanted to join the mech with his wandering, but his feet were glued to the ground. The mech looked down at his feet and saw that the stone was spreading on his frame. He tried to move his frame, reaching for the other mech, feeling his optics leak. He had no voice to call out. Feeling a presence, the silver mech stopped, turned, and its optics widened. There was the red and blue mech, who resembled a bot from long ago, a bot who stole his spark.

The red and blue mech saw the  other turn around. The last thing he heard before returning to his cold slumber was a name, floating on the wind.

Frenzy: "So hypothetically, how mad would you be if we somewhat stole a sparkling?"

Megatronus Prime looking up from polishing his staff: "No, you did not-"

Ravage entering the room while holding a sparkling Soundwave in her jaws.

Rumble: "We sure did! :D"