This demon of a fanfic was born after an incident at the Mark Nemesis III forum involving dust bunnies, a conversation about the "shattered glass" universes in Transformers lore, and the general ideas surrounding it. I wanted to take a stab at writing my own version of "shattered glass" au, but then the idea to mash their universe with its canon counterpart came to me. I thought it would be a nifty experiment, so I figured I would give it a go and see how things turned out… Transformers is not mine in any shape, fashion, or form. If it was, it would be a frightening place. Concrit is appreciated, as any advice on helping me improve my writing is what keeps me going.


And if you cry, I'll hold your head up high

I'll be there by your side, I will be your guardian angel

Guardian Angel (Music Video Version) - Lovex

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Universe A113 B

And to think the fleshlings of Earth would be so stupid

California's newest and largest solar plant was a major success in energy collecting for the United States of America. The recent energy crisis of 1985 solved, electric bills were dropped and the public whining about conventional electric conveniences - which really were not all that convenient to begin with - became a thing of the past. Needless to say arrangements had been made with other countries around the world to build similar plants to provoke world peace in a sense, and those said arrangements were under way.

Although, considering the rather blunt obvious, said power plant had much more publicity than necessary. And to think they would not notice that they had been setting themselves up for disaster. What a stupid, pitiful species.

California's newest, and largest, solar plant was a major success in energy collecting for the United States of America… or, at least, it used to be. The glossy solar panels were shattered, the buildings that made up the plant were destroyed, and the carnage of his army's raid had been very successful, human bodies lying everywhere along with several of the missing, dismembered parts of his rival's soldiers.

Pathetic.

Gazing down at his newest weapon, he frowned somewhat in minor resentment; his newest toy - a rather deadly nuclear blaster his scientists had made for him - had been disabled somewhat during his scuffle with his personal adversary. Unneeded to say why his anger was trivial: He blasted that bastard right through his chest and hopefully, no, definitely killed him. The blaster could be fixed, but a spark could not be retrieved once extinguished. Even though his rival's army would go to his successor, the whining scum would be too shaken by his leader and mate's demise to focus on his job. Even more so considering the sniveling mech was the one to retrieve his bleeding leader once he blasted his chest open with his cannon.

More so, in shorter terms, he won.

Moving his field of vision in achievement, he gazed down where his enemy once lay. Pieces of his opponent were scattered around the pinkish smears of processed energon where he fell heavily to the ground. The same ground of the energy plant he failed to protect. It was pitiful. His rival lunged forward, they wrestled for control, he managed to get the gun out, and he fired. The scream of his foe was still ringing in his audios, although the ring of his mate and second in command's scream also rung with the same satisfaction. Pity their kind was so soft for one another. That was why his army won. Pity and love for others was his enemy's weakness. Compassion was what made his opponents insignificant obsolete.

A glint of silver metal caught his optic sensors suddenly. He turned his head somewhat to see something flicker in the light of the fire raging around him. Taking a step towards it, the ground literally trembled at his feet. His wide and powerful steps made the energon and blood spattered ground around him shake; made it vibrate like the humans when they shook in fear before he slaughtered them. Before he slaughtered the mech that had been his arch rival since the day he came online…

He was standing before it now. It was small compared to his massive hands and frame, although it would have been large to a human. The edges of the metal burnt and smudged, the metal itself dented and uneven as it lay on the ground innocently. It was from his life long enemy, even from before the Ark and Nemesis were launched to search for the precious energy Cybertron desperately needed. Kneeling, he picked it up between two large fingers and lifted it to the level of his optics, glaring at it with the mixed cross of triumph and loathing.

On that single, guiltless fragment of metal was the symbol that recognized every meaning of hope and freedom; the right of all sentient beings. Everything that meant good will and promoted peace for the worlds of the entire universe was stamped on that metal in its thick, bold face. Anything that was against him was there before him within the meaning of that single symbol of belief of liberty. And now that all meant nothing. His own troops said he gloated too much - not to his own face mind you, he would have killed them on the spot - and he knew they were probably right, although he knew his enemies that wore the insignia he held were bound to be finished for good now. He just knew it.

For, within his own lust filled red optics, the emblem he held was nothing to him anymore, and would be nothing more than a black and white memory. The royal purple within it would never mean anything anymore.

The Decepticon insignia and the honorable warriors it stood for were soon to be destroyed just like their noble leader Megatron. Such a lugubrious, ludicrous thing.

Optimus Prime smiled maliciously beneath his energon spattered faceplate and, through his sudden high of feeling victorious over all those who opposed him and the Autobots, reared his head back and laughed at the ember and smoke filled sky, the stars blocked out by the thick smoke. His fist clenched and the insignia was crushed within his palm.

Even as he laughed, unbeknownst to even him or anyone else for that matter within his universe, a similar war waged. Autobots and Decepticons fought there too, but, just as well, the roles were swapped. It had never crossed his mind ever as to the fact his downfall would result from his own reality being thrown into the mix of another.

Just as if one were to step into a mirror.