4. Worst thing you’ve said to someone you love?
Duskwalkertfp is privileged with a memory…
Megatronus did not admire love.
It was a strange, foreign emotion; something experience had taught him led to vulnerability and weakness. Love could be exploited – love could be a leash.
So when Orion Pax laughed, Megatronus denied the warmth in his spark. He gruffly refused the outstretched servo he strangely wished to seize. He rolled his optics when Orion spoke of the stars, instead of giving in to the urge to listen peacefully, admiring the timbre of his friend’s words.
But then came the day he strode from the gladiatorial pits in glory, voices thundering his designation, the first of his speeches ringing still in his own audials… and Orion had run to meet him, optics shining with pride and hope.
That was the moment Orion Pax became Megatronus’ brother, dearly loved.
It was an admittance that cored and damaged his Pride, but Megatronus had realized that he did not care about that. The warmth of love was something precious. Something to protect. Something he had never given nor received before.
He treasured it quietly, a shameful secret that was in constant conflict with his practical nature, his pride fighting for and against simultaneously. A weakness he suddenly found he craved to keep just as much as he itched to distance himself from it.
Eventually there came a time when he felt nothing but pride in calling Orion his brother.
He had been so unbearably young.
He knew better, now.
Megatronus watched Orion’s – Optimus Prime’s – backplates recede, proud and broad. The figure was disturbingly changed: it had lost its innocence. Every line of the Prime was hard resolve; a terrible promise of justice, however the Prime now saw it…
Betrayal stung bitter and deep. It wounded more surely than any blade could have.
He still felt the pain from the single blow he had been delivered; a warning that had thrown him to his knees before the Prime. But it was nothing against the unexpected agony that ripped into his spark, bewildering and crippling him.
Megatronus’ helm bowed. He shook. His claws fisted against the ground, metal scraping ominously.
Hatred came, and Megatronus shattered.
The being that raised the sharp helm was Megatron. The scarlet optics that narrowed in cold, resolved fury was the Decepticon Lord. The thunderous, poisonous rage in his voice was like a lash across his enemy, every tie of friendship severed without hesitation or regret.
“You are a fool.” But worse were the words that went unsaid; the black agony that poured forth in vindictive hate, putrid and murderous.
I hate you.
