Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

MY WORSE ENEMY PART 5 (MULTIPLE ENDINGS)

A/N: Megatron, holding the camera a bit too close for comfort: So, we meet again, humans.

Anna, barely able to keep her life: S-Save...M-Me...

Megatron: I'm generous enough to let you live. Now shut up and let me continue my speech.

Ratchet: Should've gone easy on her. Repairing humans is harder than Cybertronians, Megatron.

Megatron: ...As I was saying before the lapdog interrupted me-

*CLANG*

Megatron, caressing his helm in pain: -Fragging cunt- I have made this little shit to write some endings for this...ungodly fanfic. Utterly horrible. After it's done, I will see to it that this story will be burned.

Optimus, whispering to Anna: You didn't let him proofread this, did you?

Anna, eyes closed as she pretends to be dead: ...no.

The Prime could only sigh as he watches the young girl playing with fire...and he'll gladly bail her out from the catastrophe later.

Come to think about it, Anna wouldn't survive in a duel with Megatron.

So, guess who came to her aid?

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ENDING 1

They said that only the closest of bonds can share the deep pains of one another, and today it was portrayed by the two ex-gladiators of Kaon.

Their sparks were throbbing, beating fresh wounds.

As if they survive a point-blank cannon blast, the two excellent mech are now reduced to writhing in pain. Soundwave may not be your flesh and blood, but he loved you like the younger sister he dreamt of having.

To say the indigo mech was not depressed would be lying to the heavens.

In the face of the five stages of denial, the two mech presented the perfect definition of denial and anguish.

The silver almighty gladiator was stripped bare to his emotions, while the communication specialist was wailing, going against all his codes for the one femme he held dear in his spark, besides his beloved cassette.

On the other hand, you stopped in your tracks and gave the two a confused but scared look.

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:D-Don't cry...?:

Megatron stopped in his tracks. He slowly raised his helm to meet your soft optics.

"Primus, an angel...An angel has spoken to me..." He muttered, red optics slowly reverting to his calm blue ones. "I weep for your existence, (Y/N). Y-You have no idea..."

: Why?:

"You are my sworn sister... and Megatron's sparkmate. Megatron misses you. Soundwave misses you." Soundwave's course voice made a great contrast to his whole cold, quiet persona.

But at this point, silent-aura-nonsense whatsoever can go fly kite because he would embarrass himself just to show his love towards you.

You gave them a look of confusion. You don't understand what these two scary looking mechs are talking about.

Brother?

Sparkmate??

You only knew of Optimus.