A/N: IT HAS ARRIVED! The Sequel to "Strangers Like Me" and "Strangers Like Me Part 2" is here! If you haven't read either of those, I highly recommend it (not just because I'm the Author and very proud of those stories) but because this one will probably not make much sense if you just read this one without reading the others first. So...yeah...anyways, this story takes place during Predacons Rising, but with changes to fit my story (obviously). The tile of the story is taken from a song with the same title. It's a great song, and I feel it fits Delta's situation very well-highly recommend listening to the song. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. I only own the story and any and all OCs in said story. If there's someone you're not familiar with, it's probably an OC.
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His optics blink open, confusion filling them as he looks around, taking in the metal ground, buildings rising up in the distant horizon. Was this…Cybertron? How did he get here? What was going on?
He begins to walk around, slowly moving towards the bright lights in the distance. He jerks to a stop as his ped slips, the ground giving way, a massive, gaping hole in the surface. He stops at the edge, staring down into the deep cavern with wide optics. Moving a ped, he kicks a small piece of metal into the hole, watching as it falls down. He waits, but hears nothing.
Suddenly, the ground rumbles, a massive form appearing behind him, emerging from the ground. It was a Mech, with dark plating and deep violet optics that glowed with some unearthly power. The Mech's optics meet his own amber, Delta remaining rooted to the spot as some force takes him over, making it difficult to breathe or move. The surroundings change around him, destroyed buildings and fires and smoke and death showing instead of a bright, living world.
"I have…returned…"
The giant Mech's servo comes slamming down on him…
"Delta, WAKE UP!"
His optics snap open as he gasps, lashing out with a servo, his combat knife held tightly. The form in front of him grabs his wrist, the other being placed on the side of his helm.
"Easy, Kistestvér. Easy. It is alright—you're safe."
His optics flicker as his chestplate heaves.
"D-Dreadwing…?"
The Seeker nods, "Yes, Delta. You are in the silo. You were having a nightmare and I could not wake you."
Delta begins to hyperventilate, gripping his friend's arms.
"Dreadwing, w-we…we have to get to Cybertron. We have to warn the others."
Dreadwing's optics narrow in confusion.
"Delta, what are you-"
"I-I saw it…Dreadwing, I saw it! Something…s-something dark. It…it's going to Cybertron, it's going to destroy everything!"
The cobalt blue Mech shakes his helm, gently lowering the younger Mech down.
"There is nothing happening on Cybertron except for rebuilding, Delta. It was just a nightmare. Nothing is wrong."
The shaking youngling clings to the older Mech, his optics wide and filled with fear.
"There is! Something dark, he…he's coming back and he's going to destroy everything!"
Now, Dreadwing knew Delta would never lie to him, and was beginning to think the younger Mech had seen something—something that had terrified him.
"Delta, what did you see? Who's coming back?" he asks calmly.
Amber optics meet his own ruby red. For a brief moment, his optics glow white, and it was like Delta wasn't the one speaking,
"Unicron."