A/N: This takes place in the G1 verse of transformers. The song Monster belongs to Eminem and Rihanna.
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( I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're tryin' to save me. Stop holdin' your breath. You think i'm crazy. Yeah, you think i'm crazy. (crazy))
(Sideswipe's POV. Location: Rec Room.)
"Ratchet I think somethin's wrong with Prime." "Why do you say that Sideswipe?" asked Ratchet. "Well it could be the fact that he is sitting on his aft rocking back and forth mumbling in a foreign language." said Prowl. "Are his optics white or blue?" asked Ratchet. "Why does that matter?" I inquired. "If his optics are blue he is crazy. If they are white then he is communicating with the matrix." said the medic. "They are emerald green with hints of purple." I told him.
(I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek. Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosy. Wanted to receive attention for my music. Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me. For wanting me cake and eat it too,and wanting it both ways.)
(Optimus Prime's POV. Location: Optimus Prime's office.)
The thirteen have never given me a prophecy like this. It was violent. As I shook out of it I saw Ratchet, Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, and Ironhide. They all looked worried like I had did something wrong. "What did I do?" I questioned. "You sat there rocking back and forth on your aft mumbling in a foreign language." said Ironhide. "Did I say something bad?" I asked. "No" said Prowl. "WHy do you look so worried then?" I questioned. "The color of your optics they were emerald green and dark purple." said Jazz. "No, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" I shrieked. "Calm down." said Jazz. That was NOT the matrix that gave me the vision. It was the monster within.
(Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated. When I blew see, but it confusing. 'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf. Abused ink, used it when I blew steam. Ooh! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee. But with that I gave up to get it was bittersweet. It was like winnin' a huge meet. Ironic 'cause I think i'm gettin' so huge I need to shrink. I'm beginnin' to lose sleep: One sheep, two sheep. Going cuckoo and kooky as Kool Keith. But i'm actually weirder than you think. 'Cause i'm...)
(Ironhide's POV. Location: Optimus Prime's office)
As soon as Prime's freakout started I knew something was wrong in his processor. He was not talking in words but in the twitters and beeps of a sparkling. Gibberish. That was all it was. "Ratchet you may want to take Optimus and make him take a mental test." said Jazz softly. "He may not be fit to lead." said Prowl. "Okay." replied Ratchet. I carefully grabbed Optimus by the arm. He just looked up at me and whimpered pitifully. I feel so bad for him. He can't help it. We all knew he was about to have a mental collapse from the stress of leadership, the war, and other things.
( 'Cause i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're tryin' to save me. Stop holdin' your breath. You think i'm crazy. Yeah, you think i'm crazy. Well that's not fair. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Well that's not fair. Ooh ooh ooh ooh.)
(The Monster's POV. Location: Prime's Processor.)
"Come on I thought that we were friends. Best pals." I said. "No, not anymore. You used to help me. Now you just try to get the title of Prime stripped away from me." said Optimus. "Well that's because when you shove me in the back of your helm I get so lonely. As you know we had so much FUN back then." I said. I knew that I was tormenting him. I loved to do that before he was a Prime. I was his only friend other than Arial and Dion. I hated those two with a burning passion.
(Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me to seize the moment and don't squander it. 'Cause you never know when it could all be over tomorrow. So I keep conjuring. Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from.( Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders. No wonder you're losing your mind the way that it wanders.) Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo. I think it went wandering off down yonder. And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen. 'Cause I need an interventionist. To intervene between me and this monster. And save me from myself and all this conflict. 'Cause the thing that I love is killing me and I can't conquer it. My OCD is conking me in the head. Keep knocking. Nobody's home. I'm sleepwalking. I'm just relaying what the voice in my head says. Don't shoot the messenger. I'm just friends with the...)
(Ratchet's POV. Location: Ratchet's Medbay.)
"So when will the test results come in?" questioned Prowl. "In about an hour or so." I replied. "What is he doing now?" asked Jazz. "He is sitting on a berth reading a datapad." I said. "Has he calmed down enough so that we can ask him a few questions?" asked Prowl. "He should be just don't rawl him up." I warned. "Why?" asked Jazz. "You may cause him to enter another freakout." I replied. "Okay. We will be sure to not frazzle him or rawl him up any." said Prowl.
(I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of y head. You're tryin' to save me stop holdin' your breath. You think i'm crazy. Yeah, you think i'm crazy. Well that's not fair. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Well that's not fair. Ooh ooh ooh ooh.)
(Optimus Prime's POV. Location: Medbay.)
I was just sitting on a medberth when I felt a servo rest on my shoulder plate. I jumped about 10 foot into the air. "It's just me. Prowl." I heard a voice say. "We just need to ask you a few questions." said another voice. "Okay." I said softly. "First." said Prowl "Why did your optics change coloring?". "You know how the matrix is good. It also has a evil and violent side. That side took over and was showing me a very violent prophecy. It changes my optical coloring. So that is why my optics changed colors." I said. "That was a prolonged answer." said Jazz. "I know." I responded. "That answered all of my questions." said Prowl. "Okay." I said.
(Call me crazy, but I have this vision. One day that I walk amongst you a regular civilian. But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at Emcees, blood get spilled and I take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track. Give every kid who got played at. Pumped up feeling and to say back. To the kids who played 'em. I ain't here to save the children. But if one kid out of a hundred million. Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that's great. It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back. In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack. Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that. It's nothing, I'm still friends with the...)
(Jazz's POV)
I felt bad for Prime. He can't help that the matrix is showing him all of those horrible things. "Do you think that you could show us what was in the vision?" asked Prowl. "I don't know, but I can try." said Optimus. Soon out of Prime's palm shot out a hologram or rather a memory. At first it started out as a bright and cheery day on the ARK. Then things started to turn morbid real quick. It showed a murder. My murder. Prowl looked over at me his face was etched with horror and disgust. Just producing the hologram seemed to make Optimus look like he was going to pass out. Within a few minutes the hologram ended. "Wow. Just wow." I said. That was all I could get out of my vocalizer. "I'm sorry for thinking that you were going nuts." said Ratchet. "Me too." said Prowl.
(I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath. And you think I'm crazy. Yeah, you think I'm crazy. I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath. And you think I'm crazy. Yeah, you think I'm crazy. Well, that's nothing. Well, that's nothing)
(Prowl's POV)
After that day. That horrible day all the troops started to respect Optimus a little more. They now knew what he went through just to carry that burden. If he were to falter then it could end up getting one of us badly damaged or worse. Dead. We all know know what Prime goes through. We also know how to help him when or if he has another. We all will help him. We will help him win his internal war. No matter the how. No matter the cost.