Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

16 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ She didn't want me ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 16

⚠️: Explicit violence; Mental Breakdown

The Warlord was confused, confused, and wrathful.

His steps, inexorable and heavy, ahead to Fireblaze's current location on the Nemesis, and when he literally kicked the door open, he saw his sister standing against a wall, nonchalantly.

Fireblaze: "Oh hi little bro-"

A hit of the fusion cannon burnt the wall right beside her helm, and she looked at the rageful expression of her brother.

Megatron: "I won't ask a second time. What have you done to Starscream?"

The femme fell silent before laughing loudly.

Fireblaze: "I just wanted to have some fun! I needed something warm and wet around my spike, and I thought you wouldn't mind if I used your toy's intake."

A blaze of something went through the Warlord. She dared to touch his Seeker, she called him his toy, she dared use him as a bare pleasure bot.

Megatron: "...I will have your helm on a spear"

The fight was rageful, both of them shooting at each other, fists in faceplates, kicks, punches, and so many noises. After ten minutes of them destroying everything getting between them, Eclipse stepped in the fight.
With a quick kick, she grounded Fireblaze, and her blaster in view, she shoot at the ceiling, stopping the fight.

Both mech and femme were covered in bruises and burnt, dents, and exposed cables. The carrier of both sighed, lowering her blaster and looking at Fireblaze.

Eclipse: "What happened?"

Megatron: "She-"

Eclipse: "I didn't ask you!"

The tone of Eclipse's voice cracked the Warlord's spark. None of the injuries on his frame was more painful than the look she threw at him.

Fireblaze: "We were just talking, I don't know what I said, but he just attacked me, he even tried to offline me!"

There she was, victimizing herself in the optics of the mother like she always does, those were the words that lingered in the back of Megatron's processor, but he couldn't process anything other than the expression of his carrier.
When Eclipse turned to her son, the words that came out of her dermas never reached the Warlord's audials. Only four words were heard: 'just like your sire' and that was enough.

Tears streamed down his cheek plates, nothing coming through his audials, just muffled voices and screams, as he fell down to one knee, again. She always believes her, always, she's the favorite.

'She never wanted me'; 'She doesn't need me'; 'She doesn't want me in her life' the words lingering in Megatron's processor going full speed, over and over as he never noticed all the Veicons and soldiers around him, staring, shocked, with those pitiful glares.