Hey again
Sorry that I haven't updated in a while but well yano...summer holidays finish soon MEH...
Anyways here's your chapter 2
Oh and I don't own Transformers of any community...
How was it even possible?! His old self was pinning him down for Unicron's sake! As if by miracle or some freakish magic, the light around the two mechs intensified and Megatron got a clear view of the mech that claimed to be his past self...and the mech hadn't been lying. Staring into his vermillion optics was a shiny silver mech with no visible scratches on his frame and his faceplates looked incredibly smooth. It was like gazing into a mirror that reflected the past...This was definitely not a lie and he was living every nanosecond of it.
Rapidly, Megatron began to ponder on whether this was reality or a mere extension of his "sick" imagination as it had frequently been described. His mouth components were a gape slightly and his past self really did seem to be getting some amusement out of his shocked expression.
"You seem startled my friend; or maybe it is disappointment I see before me?" Megatronus's youthful voice had a deep tone to it, however it was not as raspy or as low-pitched as his elder self; Megatron.
"I-I...How a-are y-you? I do not believe in spirits!" The red opticed mech spat as the atmosphere seemed to take a drastic turn and became stale and foul as if crude energon had polluted it. Even though Megatron had more or less stuttered throughout the whole sentence; a devilish smirk had appeared upon the younger mech. It intrigued Megatronus of how his future self reacted to different things and it excited him even more so to see and witness all the battle scars he would gain in the fated upcoming events he would have to face.
"My my! It would seem that the dark energon you have comsumed has been smothering itself upon your very circuitry and has made its way into your vocalizer!" The younger mech teased and finally removed himself off the others' frame gradually. Megatronus, once completely removed off of his older self, swiftly knelt before pushing himself up to stand on his stabilizing servos. The mature one of the pair gazed up at the other in disbelief. How had he known about his stash of dark energon? Though it was the very dark substance that brought the titan back to the land of the living...
Snapping back to reality by quickly blinking his ruby optics a few times, Megatron noticed that his younger counterpart was holding out one of his servos for him in a "helping" gesture. Hesitantly, the older mech grasped hold of his servo and soon they were both standing and there were some noticeable differences between the pair as they began to look each other up and down.
The armour arrangement was more or less equal and the weapons were also the same. However, it did not require a genius to notice that the two large mechs' servos were different. Rather than having "claws" like his elder self, Megatronus's servos were similar to that of a standard Autobot; divided into more obvious digits rather than elongated talons. Their sizes were also evidently dissimilar. The eldest looked more robust in the upper chassis and was around about a helm or two taller. Megatron was also covered in plentiful battle scars that wrapped themselves around his frame; whereas Megatronus did not seem to have any visible...
Then, there were the optics...
One showed a youthful side while the others' showed an older and more destructive side. Blue of innocence; vermillion of hate. One of peace; one of evil...
Though they both were high-strung warriors of the very pits of Kaon, Megatron's blood-thirsty ways were by far worse than the youngest of the pair.
Megatronus was a well known gladiator but he never intended to kill or brutally wound an opponent. He had come close to it before, however he rapidly stopped when he realised what damage he had caused. Seeing his future self as an incredibly aggressive looking mech worried him in the fact that he could easily commit murder without a care in the world. Megatronus was not a killer but the more he continued to observe his future self; everything began to unfold. He would become a tyrant and an overall monster. Surely, his future self had gained a lot of respect and had maybe even ruled part of Cybertron; but...would he really want to turn against his friends and become a ruler? Or would he fight for peace under a Prime? He would soon live to find out...
"I remember myself being cocky but I never recall myself being so scornful like you..." The eldest of the two stated in his usual raspy voice as he then began circling the other with his servos behind his back. Megatron was trying to make his smaller counterpart intimidated by circling him; a tip he had learned during later training in the pits of Kaon. He used this method because he knew that his past self had not reached that stage in his functioning...He could tell this by Megatronus's lack of a scar on his faceplates and if he remembered correctly, Megatron never removed that scar...
"Don't those words mean the same thing? Or is that just you trying to be canny?" The blue opticed mech spat; his words full of distaste and overall a bad attitude reflected off of him.
"Didn't your tutor ever tell you to save your pompous remarks for your battles?"
"Talk during a battle is a sign of weakness..."
"Hahaha! That is only if you're too primitive to do two things at once..." Megatron finally finished his pacing to face the youngster again and the look on his faceplates made him chuckle.
"Is something wrong young one?" Megatron continued, his voice creating what seemed like a never-ending echo. "Has a photovoltaic pussycat got your glossa? Hahaha! Such irony!"
Megatronus felt himself filling up with frustration and anger and he allowed a small growl to escape his lips. He hated to be humiliated! Maybe he could attempt to change the subject? No! His elder self would pick up on that straight away and it would only make him feel even more embarrassed! Hastily deciding there was no other way around it, he had decided he would outwit his future self verbally and with even more attitude. He knew that the one way to knock a Cybertronian off guard was to mention the opposite, meaning he would mention femmes.
"Are you always this vexatious? I doubt the femmes can stand you for more than a nanosecond..."
Megatron immediately ceased his chuckling and glared daggers at his past self. He knew exactly whom Megatronus was referring to and he did not appreciate it one little bit.
Hastily, Megatron narrowed his optics and took a few steps forward so he was looking the smaller mech in the optics and whispered "I...I don't know what you are talking about..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Megatron stood up straight and took a few steps back; averting his optics.
An evil smirk emerged out of nowhere upon the youngster's faceplates as his future self watched him out of the corner of his optics; trying to hide his hurt expression.
"Ooh yes! Oh dear what was her name?" The younger mech said sarcastically in a tone that made Megatron snap his optics upon him. Ruby pools of lava began to boil as Megatron's optics began to form into scowl. "Was it by any chance...Electrostar? Ha! She never loved you! She feared you and she hated your murderous ways! Besides...would anybody love you or want to converse with you when you caused the..."accident"? If you hadn't caused said accident, maybe she would have still liked you..."
An audible roar broke free of Megatron's mouth components as his frame began to shake with anger. His cocky and arrogant past self was beginning to really get into his circuitry and he could see one of them not making it out alive at this point.
"Y-YOU VILE RETRO-RAT! YOU KNOW THAT WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN INFORMED IS FALSE! I WOULD NEVER H-HURT ELECTROSTAR!" Megatron's anger began to seep through and soon he could see himself loosing the plot and going on a furious rampage. He would not mind if his past self got injured in any way; anything that would shut this mech up would be fine. The older mech continued to choke on his sobs which Megatronus rapidly picked up on...
"Do I see tears? Or is that something in your optic?! Ha! So that's it, I grow to be a coward, a weakling and an overall schlemiel! You're a sorry excuse of a mech and now not even your beloved second in command respects you; in fact...NOBODY DOES! So go on, run and allow your fears and predicaments to haunt you for an eternity; I would love to see you whimper in pain as your once friends whip you until you die! What is the difference as you've done the same to them! Maybe I should show you all the Cybertronians you've murdered and make them kill you! And for fun, I'll online you every time they extinguish your very spark!"
Megatronus's voice took a dramatic change. His cocky tone was no longer present and a new more commanding voice broke through the darkness. It was as if Megatron was listening to himself, controlling his army to destroy and conquer a Cybertronian city or state. He was in deep, deep scrap and he knew it...All of a sudden, a ghostly purple mist began spewing up from the ground and shadowy figures of Cybertronians began to surround the pair. Startled, Megatron flinched as he rotated around in a circle, watching in horror as the purple smoke fenced them.
He hastily flicked his helm to glare back at Megatronus but all he saw was his past self's frame drop to the floor in a puddle of revolting and crude dark energon. Megatron's vermillion optics widened and his mouth components fell open in something he would normally deny or wave off...
Fear...
Fear of what had just been said to him by his twisted past self.
Fear of what was going to happen next considering the now eerie blackness seemed to wrap and constrict him with terror making him feel truly and utterly afraid; something that would seem almost foreign to him now...
And fear of if somehow, this peculiar dream; this horrendous nightmare would turn into reality...
An energon-curdling shriek echoed heavily across the space, causing the silver gladiator to fall backwards onto his aft. Then came another agonizingly long pause as the gladiator's spark rate began to rise and his ventilations became short and fast. I cannot die! No! Not again please NO! Oh primus above NOO! His central processor roared in fright.
Another much louder and longer shriek emitted from the darkness as he saw the shadowy figures move slightly sending Megatron into a paralyzed state. What had he done to deserve this paranormal illusion! His frame began to tremble and his optics began to spin as if these very ghouls had damaged his central circuitry systems. Purple optics began to emerge onto the darkened figures and they glowed like Unicron's very pulsing veins. Soon he was completely surrounded and by the looks of the situation, there was only one way out...and it was through the angry looking mob...
He stumbled to his stabilizing servos and repeatedly snapped his helm in numerous directions, observing each blackened Cybertronian. He noticed that some of the frames had different moulds; some resembled masculine figures while others resembled feminine figures...Mechs and femmes. Then his ruby optics fell upon a group of Cybertronians who resembled Insecticons. His audio receptors picked up the giant robotic creatures clicking and whirring to themselves. All of a sudden, their conversation ceased and all of the Cybertronians he could see blinked their violet optics at him in unison. It caught him off guard and he began to walk backwards forgetting that he was completely fenced by these ghastly figures. Suddenly his back slammed into something metal as icy cold ventilations skimmed across the back of his bucket like helm. Almost instantly, he pivoted around to witness the horrifying gaze of a mech that looked to be the same size as his once trusted Predacon, Predaking. Megatron's bottom lip quivered in fear as he saw the glow of the mech's violet optics intensify.
"W-what...what are you doing you hideous mutant?!" Megatron said boldly, covering up his horror.
The silver warrior did not expect these primitive creatures to respond but when they did, he let a sharp gasp leave his lips; he was not doing a good job in covering up his fear. It just seemed a heck of a lot harder when he was in this dream-state, rather than in reality.
"Priority one...wait for the correct moment" Every shadowy figures' voice droned. Some of the voices sounded raspy while others sounded youthful.
"Why are you awaiting the "correct moment"?"
A scraping sound hit his audio receptors as he swiftly moved his helm around to follow the creator of the noise and his vermillion optics fell upon an all black femme. He was not certain if that was her paint job or millennia of soot and blackened dust. She limped towards him averting her purple optics from his and Megatron received a clear view of her frame. She was evidently limping so he presumed she had a problem with her pede or the circuitry around her stabilizing servo was severely damaged, she only had one arm and he could clearly see the disgusting infection leaking its pus down her left side and the last major problem with her was that he could see that she had had a catastrophic blast wound in the area of her chassis where the spark is located.
That blast wound was the only thing now that was telling him that this was a dream or a twisted nightmare, as if this was reality; she would not be functioning right now.
She stopped right before him and wrapped her only servo around her highly infected wound located where her arm should've been present. She gritted her sharp denta and in a sweeping motion, she gazed into his optics as both vermillion and violet optics locked. Megatron knew that this may very well be...the beginning of the end...
Sorry about the cliffhanger but I'm kinda addicted to 'em.
I really hope you liked this chappie as well as the whole fanfic so far. It may seem relatively slow to start off with but within a few more chapters I can assure you that things will speed up ^^
Thanks for reading and stayed tuned! XOXOX
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