Word of Optimus's sacrifice spread to the farthest corners of Cybertron. Those stranded across galaxies heard of the Prime responsible for taking the steps toward Cybertron's restoration. And the news certainly reached an ex warlord isolated in a belt of asteroids miles from Cybertron's gravitational pull. He couldn't bring himself to leave it entirely, and even though it would never be admitted aloud, he was silently surprised at his home planet's progress.
Megatron sat in the crevice of an asteroid and gazed at the faint blue glow emanating from Cybertron's surface. It looked so...alive. He hadn't realized how much he missed it. It reminded him of how things were before the war, almost like it hadn't even happened.
But that was an asinine tangent to go on. He ought to know better than to let his thoughts take over him this way. The moment he thought about his past, he thought about his regrets. How he is the reason Optimus, his best friend, is dead. The fragger, Megatron thought. It wasn't fair that Optimus got to join the Allspark and his own tortured spark was trapped in existence.
And he realized he didn't want to live anymore. He thought forcing himself to live and witness himself fall further and further into depravity would be the punishment he deserved. In a way, it was. But he couldn't take it anymore.
Megatron leaned his helm back against the cold space rock. It's grainy surface scratches his metal plating but he doesn't notice it too much. It has become difficult to give attention to any one thing. He shut his optics and reopened them. The first thing he saw was Cybertron's glow. He felt it calling him, calling him to the Well. He could jump in, follow Optimus. Not a day went by that he didn't think of the stoic 'Bot. Not a day passed when he didn't think about how badly he screwed up with him. Despite how often the pair fought because Megatron didn't like the way Optimus chastised him, Megatron would give anything to hear the Prime's nagging now.
Megatron pulled further in on himself and stared at his ex home planet. Tonight, he would go tonight. He will go tonight, and end everything.
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The guards turned in for the night. Bidding each other goodnight and leaving to fall into a deep recharge. Things were relaxed on Cybertron, no one would be foolish enough to cause problems right at the beginning of a new era.
And that left the Well of Allspark unguarded.
Megatron stepped quietly in-between the maze of partially constructed buildings. The streets were empty, thank Primus. For he only knows what would happen if anyone caught sight of the scourge of Cybertron traipsing around. There's no hope for me anymore, and age and energon deprivation won't offline me fast enough, Megatron thought bitterly. He repeated it in his helm the whole walk to the Well. Using a vehicle mode required more energy than he had, and it was bound to attract a substantial amount of attention-even from the unoccupied streets.
The walk felt like it took vorns, and Megatron thought he would never make it. Yet here he stood, gaping into the seemingly bottomless glowing pit with the voices of the future calling him in, screaming for him to jump.
So he did. He fell with a blinding light obstructing his vision, so he closed them and let Primus deal with him as he saw fit.
The last thing Megatron remembered was his own internal voice begging, I just want to start over.
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Everything people said about the afterlife was wrong. There was no peaceful quietness, no unlimited reservoirs of energon, no fancy golden gate or fluffy cloud-stairs.
It was loud honking, screeching tires, and horrible fumes like someone blew out their car engine. There were mass amounts of things walking and talking loudly-
Not things. Humans.
Megatron opened his optics hoping the first thing he would see would be Primus himself, but no. The warlord opened his eyes to a dead Earth-vermin and half-eaten molded foods. He was in an ally. By trash. Sitting by a rat. On Earth.
He jumped to his feet and frantically batted the abhorred furry creature away, only to find the same sort of substance covering his servo. Megatron shouted again and surprise and forced himself to look at his servo again. He tripped over himself trying to look at the other and ended up getting to see both of his pedes suffered the same twisted fate. Megatron scrambled to somehow get away from his own limbs but his back touched something cold and metallic.
A dumpster.
A human dumpster with human obscenities scratched onto it and human leftovers spilling out of it. It was his worst nightmare. He was somehow back on that dusted dump of a planet with all of its sorry stupid excuses for life forms meandering about like insect parasites!
Megatron slowly turned his head out of the alley and gazed at the humans going about their daily lives. They were so much taller! What the frag…
He was small. Smaller than humans. "What is this…" Megatron muttered and stepped back further into the alley, eyes wide in horror.
Then his back leg stepped into something wet and very unpleasant. He hissed and tore his leg out of the puddle. But not before getting a look at his gray fur-covered face, whiskers, red slanted pupils and sharp teeth.
The last thing he saw, that made his insides curdle, was the fluffy tail flicking mindlessly behind him.
"WHAT AM I?"
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So, I had to put my cat down a few months ago and it's so different now because I've always had a cat. We got him when I was three and now I'm starting college this August. So I've got cats on the mind, I really miss him and his grumpy attitude always reminded me a little of Megatron. And that's how this idea came about. Hopefully doing this story will pull me out of whatever kind of funk I'm in.