Everyone else, they got easy ones to break. But Breakdown didn't want easy. He wanted do-able. And revenge. Bulkhead had won too many fights, and Breakdown had been thrilled to hear that the Autobots needed breaking and masters. Everyone instantly dove onto whoever hurt them most. Breakdown was one of the first who drug an Autobot off to a dark room. This dark room wasn't Optimus' Dark Room. The Prime had crafted a room to both soothe and comfort a Cybertronian. Megatron's dark rooms were meant to make the occupant feel isolated and forgotten. Minutes felt like days tied up in one of those rooms. Bulkhead, he figured, would be easy.

Megatron needed less than a week to break Optimus. Starscream needed over a week to break the two-wheeler. She was happily stuck between the Seeker's legs whenever he sat down and gave her the cue to begin.

But Breakdown needed three days to ruin Bulkhead, and so far, it was working. He had not visited his pet since he had shoved the mech into the room, his servos tied to his sides and his legs tied so that he remained on his knees and chest. He was used to being big and strong, but in that position, he was small and vulnerable. From the security camera feed Breakdown was getting, he knew Bulkhead hadn't moved a wire since he was put in there, but Breakdown could tell the mech was wavering. One more day and Breakdown would have his perfect pet.

First, he needed to feed the mech. The Autobots hadn't been fed at all as far as Breakdown knew, when they first came in, and that was weeks ago. Megatron called the order to break them when Optimus bit his digits and, according to rumor, bit three of them off. If he did, the corrective surgery was flawless, thanks to Knock Out.

Bulkhead didn't lift his helm when Breakdown walked in with a cube of Energon for him. No jelly for his pet, not like Optimus, who would eat anything Megatron jammed into his mouth. Jelly was delicious, sure, but it burned out fast and left the pets...lethargic. Which didn't seem to be happening to Optimus, Breakdown thought as he frowned. The Prime was energetic and Megatron was satisfied. Perhaps Optimus was the exception? Breakdown didn't know. He decided to look into that once he fed his pet.

The former Wrecker, unable to get up, licked the Energon off of Breakdown's servo. Breakdown was possitively thrilled. Instead of three days as he predicted, he had broken a Wrecker in two! He patted his pet on the helm, dumped the rest of the cube on the floor, and stood back to watch the mech lap it up. Then he left him, smirking and whistling to share the good news.

Megatron was reading a report, Optimus sprawled across his lap as the Prime played with another toy, this time what appeared to be a complex puzzle cube that had to be taken apart and put back together one tiny square at a time due to spinning, turning, and pressing. Optimus had only removed three squares, which was three times as much as Breakdown could manage.

"Megatron, I wish to report success. Bulkhead is completely broken."

The warlord made a grunt. Then he shoved the toy out of Optimus' servos and cued for the mech to stand. Optimus immediately jumped out of his lap and stood by Megatron's side. They never not touched.

"That is excellent news." The warlord snapped his digits and Optimus looked at the warlord expectantly. "Get Breakdown a cube for his efforts. The pink stuff, not the jelly."

"About the jelly," Breakdown said. "You have been feeding him only that?"

"He wants nothing more." That wasn't really a true statement. He didn't get anything but that because he physically and mentally couldn't ask for something else. The Prime's vocals and processor were convinced he was a toy.

"I am merely surprised at the results." Breakdown accepted the High Grade cube the Prime offered and he watched the warlord's pet press back up against him. Megatron checked him for the jelly cubes, as if expecting him to steal, something else his processor was against doing.

Megatron nodded and released Optimus, making the Prime kneel by the throne as a punishment for something or another. "As am I. Perhaps it is because I used Low Grade to make the jelly?"

Breakdown nodded. That could do it, he decided. "Well, I will be interested to see how he is in the future on his jelly-diet."

Megatron dismissed the warrior, then Breakdown walked back to see how Bulkhead was.

The green mech was licking at the floor still, at some imaginary taste of Energon that remained. Satisfied, Breakdown left a pile of jellied Low Grade, and he watched his pet swallow those within minutes. Then he took his pet back to his quarters to show him who was boss.