Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Young Master~ Part 3 (Human! Optimus X Human! Reader)

A/N: XD I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER YANDERE CHAPTER AJSHSHSHS

WE'VE GOT MORE CHARACTERS COMING IN ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ENJOY~

Megatron is the same age with OP and Ratchet by the way. ❤️✨
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Age:15 Years Old. (Two weeks before the three (L/N)s left for Sentinel's Manor. )

"What the fuck?!" Wilford screamed in fury. "MEGATRON!! YOU COME HERE IN THIS INSTANCE!"

"Sir." the young son of Solus and Megatronus replied humbly, dipping his head down.

Wilford growled and smacked his bodyguard on the head twice before kicking him on the shin.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! I ASKED YOU TO BRING ME MY FUCKING SCOTCH!" Wilford screamed, throwing the small glass onto the wall.

"Sir, I've been told to rationed your-" Megatron was firmly grabbed on his collar, halting his words mid-sentences.

"DID I FUCKING ASK?!" Wilford threw the silverette onto the glass coffee table, shattering it. Megatron laid there unconscious as his back pooled with blood, sustaining serious injuries due to Wilford's actions.

With a scoff, the oldest (L/N) child walked out of the room, leaving the mech alone.
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Outside, Solus dropped her spade as she screamed bloody murder before rushing inside, motherly senses tingling wildly.

She's still a Prime after all.

By the main doors, Alpha Trion felt the same dangerous hum and tagged along with Megatronus shortly behind, all sprinting towards Wilford's room.

"MEGATRON!" Solus yelled, slamming open the door. Megatron laid still on the messy floor, barely breathing.

"MY SON!!"

"GET THE DOCTOR, NOW!" Megatronus roared, diving to his son's side to assess the situation. Solus was weeping uncontrollably, shaking her child in hopes to wake him up.

Running along the corridors, Alpha Trion stopped in front of Medivac's room and rapped it, fear building up inside him.

"Medivac!!" he shouted.

"What is it, Mr Trion?" Medivac yawned, standing lazily behind the butler with a cigarette in between his fingers. "I'm on break."

"No time for nonsense, Medivac. Megatronus's son is injured, we need him treated ASAP!" Alpha Trion explained in hurry.

"Too bad, I'm on off." Medivac shrugged his shoulders, smirking at the aging butler. "Pay me, then I'll help."

"Stop fooling around!" Alpha growled, taking a step closer. "We need your assistance!"

"No money, no talk." Medivac rolled his eyes, crossing both arms in front of him. "Tik tok. The clock's running~" the house doctor teased, frustrating the head butler even more.

"Fi-"

"I'll help!" Ratchet bounded towards Alpha Trion's side, pulling his arms closely. "Hurry up, lead the way!" Ratchet snapped, holding a large medical box on his left.

Nodding, Alpha Trion gave the Medivac a look of betrayal before pointing the direction of the scene.

"YOU CAN'T SAVE HIM! YOU'RE JUST A CHILD, RATCHET!" Medivac yelled, voice laced with venom against his child.

With a gulp, Ratchet pushed his hurt down and focused on his colleague, doing his very best to stabilise the child.

Despite his father's hurting words, Ratchet fought tooth and nail with the grim reaper as he treated Megatron's wounds. Wiping his bloodied face away, the young medic pushed everyone out of the way as he got the hurt mech onto a stretcher.