Twisted [ TFP x FNAF | Book Two ]

° Chapter Seventeen °

“Listen, I need 24/7 satellite monitoring eyes on the skies and ears to the ground!”

Agent Fowler hang up and slide his phone back into the side pocket and watch Wheeljack typing on the monitor. “Maybe buckethead's after the techno babble”

“The synthetic formula?”

“Why would the cons need the artificial stuff if they already control most of this planet's energon reserves?”

“Greed, what else?”

The Autobots turn around when they heard their leader spoke. “If Megatron is truly rebuilding the omega lock as Ratchet surmised. Synthetic energon might be a necessary component”

Agent Fowler respectfully intrudes. “I hate to be the one to bring lightning to a thunderstorm but there's one thing we're all ignoring. If the cons found Ratchet and Michael here. They know the location of this base”

Everyone fell silent as the night had fallen dark.

In the outer space, a warship roams freely...

Ratchet is now in another location, what looked like an empty huge room as the door slide opened revealing the Dark Lord, Megatron stepping in.

“Are you through poking around inside my head? You didn't find what you wanted did you? Or else you wouldn't be here”

“What I want apparently does not yet exist”

“And that would be?”

“We would very much like for you to complete your work! On the formula for synthetic energon”

“Even if I were capable. Do you think that I would hand you a limitless supply of fuel and ammunition just so you can turn around and use it against the Autobots?”

The medic angrily turned his back on Megatron. “Oh, you misunderstand dearest Ratchet. I intend to use your formula for the purpose of creation! Not destruction”

Ratchet watched Megatron with doubt but continued to listen. “We have fortuitously discovered that your synth in. When combined with cyber nucleic acid may in fact form the basis for an alternative cyber matter”

“You...are attempting to rebuild the omega lock”

“We stand on the verge of a great moment in time you and I, the restoration of our very home world”

“Collaborate with the barbarian who essentially destroyed our planet in the first place? Who sadistically crushed Bumblebee's voice box while looking at him in the eye? No thank you!”

Megatron smirked as Soundwave and Starscream are both behind him. “Then I present you with a choice”

“Complete your research or...”

Soundwave walked up to Ratchet and his visor showed an image of the three teenagers, Jack, Miko and Raf. Starscream chuckled evilly at the back with crossed arms. “Humans...always the weakling..”

Ratchet's voice was shaky as he tried to act brave and still wanting to refused collaborating with the Dark Lord. “Are...these humans supposed to mean something to me...?”

“If not, I am certain this will!”

Soundwave's visor changed the image from the teenagers to the location of their base. Megatron has one last choice kept as a surprise for the medic if he still refuses and he knows that this last choice would force Ratchet to work with him.

“As you must be certainly aware. We know the location of your current base. Accept my offer and I will allow your fellow Autobots and human pets to remain unharmed”