I'm Not OKAY || TFP Fanfiction

2.9 || Failure (2)

PART 2.9
2ND POV
8/22/17
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   "Tired of feeling lost, tired of letting go. Tear the whole world down."
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    "I love you Bulkhead. I'm so, so, so, so sorry we have to do this!"

   "It's not your fault, Y/D. I'll always be with you, and if I can't protect you, there'll always be people who will."

   "I know, I know. I just wish I could be there with you."

   "Bee and Arcee will be there to help you out!"

   "Heh heh heh! Thanks Bulk, that's just what I needed."

   "Anytime, sweetspark. Anytime."

   "Good luck!"

   "Stay safe, Y/D! I love you too!"
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   Bumblebee's optics offlined, and your optics ended up letting tears escape from them in fear and panic. He was dead! Bumblebee was dead! It would have been you if you'd jumped with the Star Saber in your strong servos. His spark burned and he splashed into the Synth-En beneath him.

"NO!" You screamed in sadness. He couldn't be dead, but he was! Optimus Prime's optics slimmed as he put his gaze back on Megatron. He yelled the same thing with his newfound anger and fury. "NO!" His attacks on the warmonger were powerful, and knocked him down in seconds. Your leader activated his blaster and aimed it at the spark chamber of the mech he once considered a brother.

   Then, Megatron noticed something! Seeing the handle of his own powerful sword, the warlord grabbed the hilt of the Dark Star Saber. He quickly rolled over to face his enemy, and shot a blast from his weapon. This knocked the Prime back a good distance.

   The warmonger lifted himself off of the floor of the Lock as fast as he could so the Autobots wouldn't have another advantage. When Optimus Prime sat up wearily, wheezing in pain with his vision blurry and his optics flickering, the leader of the Decepticons stabbed the Dark Saber into his jet pack. The Prime's optics widened in surprise, the pain coming in like a tidal wave. The sword was swiftly pulled out of the jet pack, before Megatron kicked his former friend in the side. Twice.

   Optimus rolled off the edge of the Omega Lock, barely keeping himself up. The only thing keeping the dying mech from plummeting into the Earth's atmosphere was a single servo that held him up with an iron grip. The former gladiator huffed in frustration. How hard was it to kill a Prime? No matter.

   "Prepare to join your beloved scout in the AllSpark!" Megatron roared with an evil laugh as he held the Dark Star Saber over his head. He plunged it back into the former archivist, but this time, through his spark chamber.

   Suddenly. . .

   Bumblebee was revived! He was alive! But also, he was too late. The yellow and black camaro watched in horror, just like the other Autobots, as their admired leader was brutally murdered by the one mech he thought he could change. He suddenly knew his fate! It wasn't with you—much to his disappointment—but with a Decepticon executing him and his friends in front of hundreds of other cybertronians.

   Optimus' optics turned from their majestic, aqua blue to pitch black. His grip on the ledge completely loosened, and the corpse of Alpha Trion's student plummeted towards Earth's atmosphere. The warmonger smiled, bearing his razor sharp denta to his fellow Decepticons.

   "Optimus Prime is DEAD!" He cheered. The words echoed in the processors of you and your friends. They had lost. "Shockwave, activate the Omega Lock!" The cyclops nodded at his liege before walking casually back to his lab.

   "As you wish, my lord."

   "As for you Autobots," the jet hissed, "arrest them! I want their executions public for all of Cybertron!" You and your friends surrendered immediately. There was no hope for you, no hope for your unborn child. Your sparkbond was oh-so-young and fragile; you didn't have any way of knowing if he was dead! You were all escorted off of the Lock by Decepticon guards, and got front row seats to the 'Cyberforming Earth Show'.

   Jack, Raf, and Miko were still on the planet.

   Now they were dead, just like the place you once called home.

   "Soundwave! How many are dead?" The pictures of Bulkhead and Wheeljack showed up on the silent mech's visor. Ultra Magnus and Airachnid were being escorted into the room by more troopers. They had been overwhelmed by the enemy forces; the spider-femme felt so horrible that she had failed you and your lover.

   "No no no no no." You whispered under your breath. Bulkhead, the love of your life, was dead. Jackie was killed. The humans were annihilated. Optimus was gone. Megatron approached you, letting out a hmmm.

   "Don't you dare touch her!" Airachnid threatened him. She didn't care what happened, the only thing spider-femme cared for was your safety. The former-gladiator ignored the ex-Con, tracing your neck cables with a servo. You shivered with unwanted pleasure.

   "Knockout! Scan this femme." The warlord demanded his medic. Doc Knock burst into the room with a portable scanner and looked you over with it. He shares the scans with his master.

   "She appears to be sparked, my liege." KO told him incredulously, glancing from you to the scanner to his master.

   "Who's sparkling?" The Decepticon leader asked softly. You didn't reply. Your expression was now solemn, your optics downcast. The larger mech grew angry with you quickly.

   "WHO IS THE SIRE?!" He slapped you across the faceplates in frustration. You sighed, nearly allowing a tear to leak.

   "Bulkhead." Your fellow Autobots were surprised at this. You would be having the first child since the war began into Decepticon care.

   "You're lucky, you know. I will need an heir, and you will give me one." The warmonger growled, letting his servo drift down to your chassis. Your embarrassment grew and the psychopath in front of you chuckled.

   "The Mistress of Megatron," he chuckled, letting you go, "I rather like the sound of that. Chain her up and place her in my quarters! Now!" His subordinates got right to work, tying you up in chains and escorting you to the room where you'd become a living toy. A toy for Megsy to do whatever he'd like with you and your young fetus.

   "Don't you even lay a digit on her!"

   "I will rip your helm off!"

   "You won't get away with this!"

   "We are going to stop you till all are one!"

   Threats and empty promises were thrown at the ex-gladiator as he watched them get dragged towards the prison cells on the lower deck. He knew fully well that his own second-in-command would enjoy himself all too much with taunting and toying with the Bots. He would ask his physician to check on your sparkling soon enough, but first, he wanted to go have some fun. Laugh about how much of a failure you were, too, maybe!