But here in the dark depths, there was no celebration. No sunlight glittered prettily among the sparkly flowers, no happy cheers of delusional robots could be heard.
There was only angry burbling.
Something in the depths tried to scream, something tried to close its eyes, something tried to fight against the overwhelming sticky-happy feeling that coursed in its circuits.
From the goo, a half melted arm reached out, slamming down onto the edge of a metallic shore. The orange and blue armor hissed as the green slime ate away at its Transmetal exterior. Still, its owner struggled to pull himself from the pits of alien slime that threatened to eat him alive. As if a shuddering, lifeless pile of metal, the robotic form crashed down on the beach. Its plates were corroded, its armor destroyed.
But from the hissing pile, there was a rending and sound, a groan and a bellow. The back split, and out crawled the massive form of a metallic red dragon.
"NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... NO... !!! Yeeeeesssssss. This was NOT how it was supposed to END!" There was a spinning and revolving noise as the dragon reverted to a robotic mode. Steam still poured from the stinking carcass that had been the armor of his one time enemy. "It was YOU who brought us to this juncture, Primal! Yessssss..." Turning, he spotted another body floating in the goo. This one was smaller and grey, but just as lifeless as the Optimal body that Megatron had just abandoned.
"Techno-organic! BAH! Yesss... This is ridiculous! Even back on that backwater planet you weren't such a rube as to believe that this," Megatron swept a hand towards the surface far above them, "is our destiny! Yessss."
Turning in disgust, Megatron leers at the melting Optimal Optimus body. "But this will not be the final chapter, oh no. My plan to use Pretender technology has come to fruition, and now I alone survive our little squabble, Primal. Now I alone will return to set the records straight! After all... Transwarp technology still exists, and I still know where I can reclaim a new army! Soon, I shall raise all the leaders of ancient Cybertron's history! Megatron, Galvatron, Shockwave, Sporponok!! Together we shall return and lay this technological faux pas to WASTE!!! YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!"
The population of Cybertron happily gained their new pegwarmer bodies, happy in the knowledge that they'd never know war again (as nobody would buy the toyline again.) Cheetor watched over it all and grinned.
"Cheetor the Supreme," hissed a cliche mysterious character from the shadows. "Someone has stolen the Transwarp technology..."
"What?! NO! I went to all the trouble of manipulating Optimus and creating the Oracle, so I would recreate Cybertron and rule it as it was meant to be... I will not have it reversed! Send our greatest assassins after the culprit!"
"Yes, Cheetor the Supreme."