Title: "World Ablaze" by Killswitch Engage
Pairings: None
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Warnings: Crack, some angst.
Author's Note: Transformers is not mine. Transformers belongs to Hasbro. No copyright infringement is intended; I'm just playing with the characters.
He could hear the screams of the damned, even as he stood at the edge of the fiery pit of Inferno. Fiery flames licked at his heels as he surveyed his new home. Desperately, he wondered what he had done to earn an eternity of torture. The wails of the damned made an eerie symphony over the roar of the flames, and as his spark sank, he realized that his own cries would soon join them. Taking a quaff of hot, musty air into his systems, he stepped forward and entered the swirling maelstrom.
Through the quivering waves of heat rising from the scorched ground, he could see the broken, unmoving bodies of those who had sinned, those who had disobeyed the Unmaker Himself -
"What the frag is wrong with you?" barked the Keeper of the Pit himself, uncoiling with deadly, panther-like grace from his throne. He nervously took a step back as he eyed the severed heads littering the ground around the throne. The mouths were twisted open in silent, ghoulish screams.
"Are you going to stand around all day?" the Keeper asked, taking one menacing step forward. He cringed slightly.
He blinked in surprise, broken from his musing. White walls and polished counters swam into focus, replacing the iron torture racks and demons. The screams were replaced by the soft beeping of machinery and an occasional announcement over the intercom. From where he stood, he could see an aqua colored she-demon scurrying between tables with a datapad in her hands. Oh, wait. Never mind. That was Moonracer…but he couldn't help but to feel that the previous description was an apt one.
"Are you fragging deaf?" snarled the white-and-red devil, "get to work, you moron."
He obeyed silently, twitching as the Overlord of the Inferno sent him a narrow glare.
"About damn time," Ratchet snarled quietly, as First Aid scurried to his post.