Transformers Oneshots!

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Fight, listen to your Enemy Within. Listen to me. I am part of you, you are a part of me. This is what your sire would have wanted. This is what you are destined to be - what we are destined to be.

I highly dislike the Enemy Within for repeating the same speech in my processor. It is a fact that I had accepted long ago, yet according to my Master, I have not fully utilised it to its full potential, which is why it continued to bother me.

The Enemy Within is a voice born with me, within me to be precise. This trait runs in the family, which soon vanishes as the individual matures. It reminds us of the Energon flowing through our veins, the only evidence of the covenant between my ancestry and Unicron. My clan was involved in a civil war thousands of years ago that ripped apart families and tore the bonds between siblings. My family never loved the idea of violence, but after an unexpected love formed between my peace-loving carrier and a brutal warrior mech, Unicron shared his Energon with my carrier to calm the storm. Hence, my carrier earned the name "Calmer of Storms, Peace of the Land". It was his voice that made my carrier work together with my sire, who too was guided with his voice. It was a show Unicron directed, which gave my family a good name.

Any bots that see the crest embedded on our chassis immediately drop their helms, murmuring a greeting as we walked past. We were deeply respected within our clan, recognised as the Dark Energon Bearers.

When the war raged between Autobots and Decepticons, our family was the first one torn. My carrier and her family became disappointments as they fought for the Autobots. My youngest brother joined them in their suicide mission. I followed my sire's footsteps, willing to answer to the Enemy Within, unlike the others.

I was immediately favoured by the most feared Decepticon leader Megatron, who was willing to help with my training after my sire's death. A famous gladiator took a young mech under his wing is beyond an honour. He showed me the ruins of Cybertron and the bodies of the enemy. This is what the Enemy Within desired - what Unicron desires.

Unfortunately, for today's training session, Unicron seemed to be torturing me with the Enemy Within. It resurfaced in my helm for nearly a million times, telling me how disappointed my sire is. It pushed me beyond my limits as I slammed my colleague against the wall, collapsing it. He grunted beneath my hold as he reached out his servo, motioning for me to stop.

He has not bled enough, the Lord is not satisfied.

My blade pushed out my servo and stabbed the mech's Spark, twisting and turning the blade. The mech screamed; the Enemy Within laughed.

More, more! The Enemy Within demanded. More!

Finally, I pushed my blade deep enough to grab the flickering Spark and force it out of his chassis. The mech falls limp with his final grunt. Slow clapping ensued behind me to which I paid no attention to. The Spark in my servo bleeds, one side beating as the other remains stagnant. The Enemy Within is silent, quietly pleased of the work done. I stare at the dead mech, whom I once spent most of my time with, his helm tilted downward with his body bent in an uncomfortable manner. To me, the sight reeks shame of how weak he is; it blossoms the amusement in me.

He wasn't your Friend, the Enemy Within reminded, he was a Prey.

"Impressive, (Y/N)," a voice like the purr of a lion congratulated. I threw the empty Spark away, turning to Megatron. I bow.

"The Slayer of Friends, I see," Megatron approached me. "What else did they call you?"

I remained my position, ignoring the cries of my back. "I do not wish to state my titles, sir. It would have no purpose."