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Nightmare - Primestar

For Torm12 thank you my friend, and even BonBonzx3 wanted to read this so-

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It was over now, and yet...

It had been years since the end of the war, Unicron, Megatron and the earth, all gone, yet I couldn't forget. The memories imprinted in my mind with the indelible ink that is pain, stopped there making me suffer uselessly, it was over, so why did I keep thinking about it...?

WHY?

It was all dark, but I remember this kind of dark. The torture room.
On the Nemesis, that ghostly room full of objects created for the sole purpose of causing torment and suffering, has always been my nightmare, a nightmare come true.
My wrists burned, in contact with the chains, tight enough to be able to stop the flow of Energon inside my servos, which was now almost completely absent.

That precious liquid for us Cybertronians that flowed from the wounds on my body: legs, pelvis, abdomen, servos, shoulders and even from my faceplate, immersed in a grimace of pain. A deep laugh echoed in the room, which always said the same things, always the same speech...

<<You disappointed me Starscream, I was hoping that this time, after your last punishment, you would understand, and instead I'm here again, punishing you, because you weren't even able to protect a POOR ENERGON MINE!>>

When he yelled he was scary, but never as bad as the times he didn't speak, it was creepy and I knew I was in danger. My feet didn't touch the ground and I felt my back separate into many small pieces, like a mirror, shattered on the ground by the carelessness of its owner.

I didn't dare open my eyes, I knew he was there, ready to punish me for my every single mistake, then I felt it, the unmistakable tip of his sword on my throat.

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My eyes snapped open, an adrenaline rush shot through my body as that traumatic memory came back to me in a dream, for the umpteenth time. I only realized later that I was no longer in the berth of my room, in the new castle of Vos, but in a hospital berth.

I felt my body shivering, which stoped with his voice...

<<You woke up>>

I looked to the side of me, and I saw the bot that years ago I wanted to kill with my bare servos, and now, instead, is next to me after a post-traumatic stress crisis. <<Optimus, h-hi...>> my voice was so low in volume that even I had difficulty hearing it, a curious peculiarity of this all too usual situation.

<<Tonight I came to check if you're done with the reports, you're the head of the Seeker section after all>> that's right, I've gone from second-in-command of the Decepticons to one of the highest ranks of the Autobot rebellion which, in theory, would now be dissolved since we are all under the name of the noble Optimus Prime.

<<Uhm yeah...I f-finished them this afternoon...I w-wanted to bring them to you t-tomorrow morning...>> Strong arms surrounded me as my trembling voice was lulled into the comforting embrace the Prime trapped me in, comforting me from that terrifying nightmare.

<<You know I'm here to help you, if you need anything, anything, don't hesitate to ask>> those words gave me a sense of protection and tranquility that I hadn't felt since... ever.
With his powerful arms he was holding my body that, compared to his, was more than minute while without even thinking about it my head rested on his chest.

He was always so... kind, and soft with me in a way I knew I didn't deserve... but I couldn't help it... so, in his tight grip, I slipped back into the realm of dreams, not needing to imagine something more beautiful than the current situation.