Inspired by Spookyprime on tumbr. You guys should look them up and check out the fusion characters.
I do not own Transformers: Prime. I do not own the Soundwave and Knock Out fusion character.
Megatron looked towards Knock Out with a slightly arching brow, red optics gleaming brightly. He was demanding an explanation, that much was certain. This mech before him was unlike anyone he had ever seen before. The lighting of the Nemesis made his violet paint glow, sangria colors touched his armor here and there. A bright yellow visor covered at the unseen optics beneath. His overall appearance bore resemblance to Knock Out, but slenderness of his frame and the crown-like helm gave way to Soundwave. Even this mech's grin mirrored Knock Out's.
"I had no idea that you and Soundwave had... a personal relationship." the Warlord began slowly, not trusting himself to speak just yet.
Knock Out chuckled, more himself than at his leader. His optics briefly glanced towards the Third in Command before walking forward, meeting his long and unseen Creation. "Hardly anyone did, my liege. Seeing that our relationship had never interfered with the workplace, we felt no need to disclose to anyone."
"But how was the gestation of your own hidden?" Megatron asked, carefully watching his medical officer. The cherry red mech gently caressed the slightly taller mech's cheek. He leaned into it ever so slightly.
"Very meticulously."
Megatron did not know whether or not to be furious or surprised. Since the dawn of the Decepticons, personal relationships were highly frowned upon. They were considered weak to be in love like some young, drooling Autobot. Such soft emotions held no place in Megatron's army. Yet, his finest Communications Officer and medic had kept this so well-hidden for many vorns. Not to mention, their offspring was... very attractive. Megatron almost berated himself.
"And what is your designation?" Megatron asked as he stepped forward, further observing the mech before him.
There was that grin again. "I am Frequency, my lord."
Frequency offered the warlord a bow, servo over his chest. Megatron felt something stir within him upon hearing his voice. It was smoother and a touch deeper than Knock Out's.
"Frequency, welcome aboard the Nemesis."
"I am honored to be in your presence, my lord. I am here to serve you." Megatron allowed himself to smile in a sinister manner.
Breakdown nearly tripped over his own pedes as he saw Frequency for the first time. "H-He is your son?"
"The one and only. Frequency, meet Breakdown. My assistant." Knock Out nodded bemusedly.
Frequency grinned. "My pleasure."
"Knock Out, I knew you were some hot stuff, but- wow." Breakdown could not stop his words.
The red mech simply chuckled. "He takes his looks after me. Now, I have matters to attend. Breaky, show him around the medical ward, hm?"
Knock Out left with a quick turn on his heel. Frequency paced around the medical ward, barely touching the surface of several items. "Has he ever mentioned me?"
"N-No. Knock Out never mentioned he had a son." Breakdown replied. Frequency made a small hum before approaching the bruiser.
"Well, in that case," he leaned forward, purring, "You are heavy duty and I love heavy duty."