🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

ೃ⁀➷[ 𝔻𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔸ℕ𝕋 ℍ𝕆ℙ𝔼 ] || 𝐃-𝟏𝟔/𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧

It had been several solar cycles since the fateful day marked as D-16, when Megatron was banished from the grand city of Iacon, taking with him the remnants of the High Guard. The memory of Sentinel Prime's brutal demise, severed at the hands of Megatron, still hung heavily in the air like a dark cloud, casting shadows over the newly rebuilt city.

Orion Pax, now transformed and revered as Optimus Prime, felt the weight of leadership on his sturdy shoulders. Chosen by the Matrix of Leadership, he stood tall, embodying the spirit and resolve of Primus. Beside him, Elita-1 offered her unwavering support, her presence a beacon of hope and strength. B-127, ever the embodiment of enthusiasm, buzzed around, infusing the atmosphere with a spark of energy. 

Iacon was undergoing a transformation, slowly mending from the scars left by Megatron and the High Guards. The once-stalwart structures, now mere echoes of their former glory, were being painstakingly restored. At least they had been banished before the devastation became irreparable. In this newfound era, every Cybertronian possessed a T-cog, marking a time of unity; Energon flowed through the veins of Cybertron once more, revitalizing the land.

Yet, in the midst of this progress stood (Y/Cyb/n), the last of the Codex and the newly appointed Algorithmic Prime. Emblematic of this role, he bore the majestic Codectra, a digital embodiment of the Algorithms that defined his existence. While not as burdensome as the mantle Optimus Prime bore, an uncharacteristic loneliness had begun to seep into his circuits, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

(Y/Cyb/n) found it gravely challenging to grasp the essence of joy, especially with the haunting thought of his race's extinction lingering like a specter. The world around him brimmed with tranquility, harmony, and unity – ideals he should be reveling in. Yet, there was an unmistakable void, a sense of something irretrievably lost.

Was it D-16's absence that created this ache? The bittersweet yearning to rewind the clock, to a time when everything was whole and untouched by darkness? Or perhaps it was the harsh reality he faced, the truth that D-16 had met his end, an echo now twisted within the form of Megatron? Why was his heart still ensnared in a web of unresolved emotions? Why did moving on feel like abandoning a cherished memory?

Why was he grasping at the frayed threads of distant hope?

In quiet moments of introspection, (Y/Cyb/n) grappled with his own sanity, striving to unearth a semblance of happiness. The Binary Foolery Algorithm, a vibrant yellow holographic emblem, became his crutch, a tool that brought forth illusions of the past. Most of these projections reflected D-16 as he remembered moments of laughter and camaraderie or daydreams of D-16 by his side, free from the shackles of who Megatron had become. 

Yet, rather than providing solace, these fleeting visions only served to intensify his anguish, unraveling the fabric of hope and shrouding his spark in deeper despair. The more he reached for happiness, the more it eluded him, a shimmering mirage in the vast desert of his memories.

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The Codex sighed deeply, his resonance echoing through the desolate corridors of the mining sectors. Once, this place thrummed with the life of countless lower-class Cybertronians, yet under Sentinel Prime's decree, they had been rendered equal only in name, their T-cogs stripped away, relegating them to a shadow of their former selves. The Algorithmic Prime paused, a leaden weight settling in his chest as he stood before the stasis pod that contained D-16. The pod, though worn and tarnished, was adorned with an array of colorful decal stickers showcasing Megatronus Prime, D-16's unwavering favorite among the legendary Thirteen Primes.