I decided to write another fanfic, this time featuring decepticons and reader. It doesn't have a title yet either. The translation might not be entirely accurate since I'm using a translator. This is an AU (probably, heh :D) since some things might not align with canon.
You heard old, classical, low-frequency music that vibrated through your entire body. It didn't sound like anything from Earth â it evoked a feeling of unease and curiosity.
Walking through the vast, dark, empty corridors, so impossibly quiet, you could hear your own breathing, your own footsteps. Your heart seemed to freeze in your chest, and the music was slightly louder now, yet it still felt just as far away.
Spotting a door left ajar, you stepped inside. A cold draft bit unpleasantly at your skin. In the dark room stood an old, dusty instrument resembling a piano, and behind it, sitting on a chair, was him. The black-and-purple executioner. The leader of the DJD. Moonlight from the porthole cast rays across his mask â shaped like the decepticon insignia â creating a menacing glow that sent shivers down your spine.
You froze in place, no longer hearing the music, no longer hearing your own heartbeat.
â What's the matter? You don't like it? â His low voice sounded cold, hypnotic, deceptively polite with an undertone of threat that both soothed and unsettled. You had the feeling there was hidden mockery behind it.
You were about to answer, but then you heard the creak of joints from a dark corner. Out stepped an all-too-familiar sixphaser. Overlord.
â Tarn, don't scare her like that. She's already afraid of your music. You could at least turn it down. â This decepticon's voice was positively drenched in brazen, undiluted mockery.
You clenched your hands into fists, your nails digging into your skin. You wanted to reply. But you were interrupted again.
â I don't know why you brought a human to Peaceful Tyranny. â Deathsaurus spoke in a cold, analytical tone, leaning back against the wall with his manipulators crossed over his chest compartment, gazing somewhere off to the side. Not even at you.
Ah, yes â how did you end up here with the three of them? It's simple: one six-phaser, Overlord, decided to grab you. He was bored and wanted to annoy Tarn with something. And humans were interesting. Unfortunately, you happened to fall into his curious hands â or rather, his manipulators.
