Transformers x Reader

Megatron x Tortured! Reader

The constant drip of energon brings me out of a forced stasis, the echoing noise piercing through my aching helm.

Optics dully staring into the growing puddle, I shake my helm slightly, barely enough strength to allow for a scoff.

Thinking I could take on an entire squad of drones by myself...And I did-until the wretched Starscream shot me in the backstruts.

Now here I hang, days melting into weeks as the pool grows, expanding more across the bleak, darkened room stained with energon.

Hearing a small creak of the door opening, I remain still, uncaring of my current torturer Shockwave as he would relentlessly attempt to pry information from me.

Hearing pedesteps begin, then stop in front of me, my spark shakes erratically, warning.

"It has been a long time, (Y/N)."

Small signals shooting through my helm, I crane my optics upwards, locking onto a pair of his own crimson.

Energon dripping from my mouth, I blow it away as it quickly falls to the floor.

"I guess it has, Megatron."

Locking into an intense staring contest, he breaks the silence, optics glittering in an unknown emotion as they narrow.

"Why did you join the Autobots?"

A simple question, why did I? Was it because somewhere in my spark I knew it was right, or-

"You offlined my trinemate. What other choice did I have, side with the mech who stole the last of my family?"

Still for a moment, he steps away, turning as he latches his servos behind him.

"I...Did not know he was your trinemate, I thought-"

"What, that we were lovers?"

Venom dripping out of my voice, he angles his helm, scornful optics gripping onto mine.

"I did not know what to think, I saw you meeting with a strange mech- I could only guess that you were spreading the secrets of my cause."

Simply staring at him in response, he vents heavily, turning back toward the door, hovering lightly in the entryway.

"You may have killed my trinemate, Megatron, but you are still my friend. You saved him from what we were really sneaking off at nights to talk about, his Autobot capture. They would've tortured him...Just as you have done to me."

Frame tensing in the doorway, it quickly shuts behind him, leaving no trace of his entry in the first place.

Continuing to hang from the ceiling, I push the agonizing pain of my fallen trinemate away, bringing themselves up at the recent mention of him.

Hearing the doors open once again, I hum lightly as a team of drones unchains me, carrying me out of the cell.

Probably to pain me directly in Shockwave's laboratory. Good for him, he won't have to walk all this way.

Optics widening as we take a sharp turn, I crane my helm around, forcing whatever energy I have left to wordlessly question their actions.

Glancing down a corridor, my spark drops at the sight of Megatron, his optics locking onto mine in a hidden guilt as he turns away.

Spark racing in sudden fear, I weakly struggle against the drones. They have taken me out of my cell only to execute me in front of the masses-

Trudging through a large door, my optics flit around as they suddenly land on Soundwave, another figure from my past.

Visor glaring into my faceplate, commands appear across his screen, most likely ordering him to offline me.

Why wouldn't he? I supposedly betrayed his leader, and him. Soundwave was on the verge of being a true friend, yet that possibility has completely vanished now.

Hanging my helm, I vent heavily, sullenly accepting my fate as an odd sound rouses my attention.

Just as I bring my helm up, I am thrown forward by the drones, plummeting towards the floor.

Opening directly below me, a groundbridge softens my fall as I traverse through it, landing harshly on solid ground.

Shakily lifting my helm, a cracked smile comes onto my faceplate as a hoarse laugh escapes me.

Dry, flat desert surrounds me, curving over the horizon as it continues for miles on end.

Megatron.

Joy vanishing at the thought of my old comrade, I lay my helm against the ground.

He betrayed his own orders to save me.

Tiredly bringing my servo up to my helm, I lightly press against my audio receptor, a burst of communication coming through.

::(Y/N), (Y/N) is that you? Are you okay? What's-::

::Ratchet.::

Hearing a sudden quiet in the comm-link, I restart my vocal systems, speaking again.

::It's me, I'm not fine but I'll live. A pickup would be appreciated.::

Turning off the comm-link before another torrent of worried messages can come through, I twist onto my backstruts, optics adjusting to the newfound brightness.

Entering my first unpained rest for what feels like ages, a small thought rings through my helm.

I will help Megatron, just as he helped me.

No matter the cost, he deserves to live free from his mistakes.

Optics offlining, a simple command appears in my blackened vison.

Save Megatron.