[Heyo! I'm back! Also I'm going to try and make some of my chapter just a little longer for you guys. I kinda want this book to last very long, and I can't exactly do that if my chapters have only a couple thousand words]

(Chapter 16)

(Ven POV)

So it's been a few days and I'm finally on the last day of my cycle. I've also been feeling exceedingly more paranoid than usual. I don't know what I'm paranoid about, but I'm going to be taking it slow for a bit. I don't have a plan for dying right now, so…

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I'm sitting in another meeting with everyone and I'm once again confused on why Megatron even invited me in the first place. There really was no reason for me to be here. Maybe he wants to bore me to death and that's why I've been so paranoid lately? Mm. Nah. I'm pretty sure that I'm in danger and I know that it has something to do with the fact that Megatron has been staring at me like he was hungry or some shit. Like, damn bitch. Yo fat ass must want some chicken cause wat da heill.

Megatron has been glaring at me during the entirety of this meeting, and when I say staring, I mean that his optics haven't strayed once. He's been solely focused on me despite all these mechs in here giving him their reports of updated shit. I can also tell that he just set up this meeting to do it. I'm serious. There was really no damn reason for him to set up this mission in the first place. I could tell that everyone else in this room was confused, not Soundwave though. He already knew what Megatron was doing since he's Megatron's glorified oompa loompa. A big ass oompa loompa. A scary ass oompa loompa.

Let's get back to the fact that this fat ass, lazy eyed mother fucker now has a staring problem. We're about twenty five minutes into this meeting and he hasn't even blinked. Not once bro. I'm kinda creeped out, but he's starting to look stupid at this point. Bitch lookin' hungry an' shit. Like damn. You want some rotisserie chicken sprinkled and fried with energon or something? I'm kidding. Maybe.

I was sitting on Breakdown's shoulder and glancing at Megatron from time to time as I kept feeling his slimy ass glare on me. Like, come on my guy! Let me focus and catch up on what I missed last time! I was seriously trying to focus on this meeting. I'm not like those other people who get transported and suddenly have followers following their every beck and call, giving them all the tea so that they are always a step ahead. That doesn't happen here hunny. I'm a literal dumbass and I'm making decisions that could get me hurt, or worse, killed.

The next time I glanced at Megatron he finally looked away and I'm not gonna lie, but I was hella relieved. I can't help but think that he was kinda hoping for me to say something. I hope he wasn't, but my paranoid ass decided to keep my big ass mouth closed, and look at that. I may have saved my own ass. Yippie.

My tense shoulders sagged slightly in relief as the pressure that was in Megatron's stare finally got off my back. Despite being lazy eyed he had a pretty intense stare. Sheeeeiiiii he could make me shut up if he gave me the stank eye with his stanky eye. It's happened before too. If any of you care to remember.

I paid attention again more easily this time. I noticed that one of my favorite Vehicons were up, A1b4, Alba for better and easier pronunciation. He's a sweetheart that tends to be a bit airheaded at times, but he's a smart cookie when he wants to be. He's a pretty decent fighter too. I've seen some footage of him and some others fighting and I could say that he's got a mean hook. Socked Bulkhead pretty hard to give him a decent sized dent last I saw.

Back on track. Alba has been explaining that their security situation has gotten better and has been keeping notes of this new system. To me it sounds pretty legit, but I could tell that it didn't really hold any importance for Megatron since he just gave a slow blink of his optics when he got done. I would've spoken up but nope. Still prefer to stay alive thank you very much. I would've said something though to congratulate Alba. Give him a boost of ego and self esteem. The Vehicons do have some issues about them already if some of you haven't had the decency to notice.

I gave Alba a thumbs up though, which he returned with a thankful nod of his head. I smiled and I paid attention to the next presenter, which I also knew. Huh. Kinda strange how almost every Vehicon that's in here I have some semblance of knowing. Very weird. Too weird. Eh. Not gonna dig into it and leave it alone.

When I noticed that the meeting was close to being over I let out a quiet sigh of relief. I wasn't okay with staying quiet for long amounts of time even though I did enjoy the quiet most of the time. Kinda weird, but eh. What do you guys expect? Actually, don't tell me. I don't wanna know, nor am I curious about it. I mean, I am, I just don't feel like getting into it.

Breakdown glanced at me, giving me only that as a warning as he stood up out of his seat slowly so that he could make his way out of the meeting room. It was a bit early, so I was kinda surprised that he was so ready to leave. Actually, I'm not all that surprised. He tends to lean more towards military or mercenary-like meetings, not updates or any other type of bullshit that was brung up during this meeting.

Breakdown was stopped before he could leave with me on his shoulder. I scowled as I heard the voice of the rusted piranha as he made Breakdown halt.

"Breakdown."

Breakdown raised a brow at me as he looked at me for a moment, but I only shrugged my shoulders and made a small 'I dunno' sound. I genuinely don't know what he wants when I could usually dish out what he wants.

Megatron was waiting silently as Breakdown turned to give his attention to him, showing Megatron that he was listening. Breakdown, sweetie, don't give Megatron that much respect. He doesn't deserve your attention.

Megatron had his talons threaded together in front of him as he stared Breakdown down, looking him right in the optics. Megatron just glanced at me then the table, giving the clear hint that he wanted Breakdown to leave me on the table. In this room.

He-he-hell naw! You better fuckin' not leave me here! Sadly, Breakdown can't read minds, so he just did as he was told and set me down on the meeting table slowly. The last thing I saw before seeing the backstruts of Breakdown was the sympathy in his optics. Greaaat. Now he's making me terrified. I have no idea if somethings finna happen to me, so I'm gonna be careful and stay silent for as long as possible before I absolutely have to speak.

The meeting went on for another twenty something minutes before it finally ended.

As all the members that participated in the meeting trickled out of the room I kept seeing some sympathetic looks thrown my way. I just slouched and waved. I have a feeling that I'm not gonna leave this room unscathed for the better part.

When me and Megatron were finally alone it was silent. It was so silent that you could hear the usual light and barely heard vibrations from the ship's engine. Pretty damn quiet huh? Anyway, I really do feel like I'm finna get hurt, on my last day no less. Feels pretty fuckin' ironic to me for some odd reason.

I was sitting down, criss cross applesauce when Megatron finally chose to speak up.

"What do you gain from showing me a copious amount of disrespect."

Like usual, Megatron didn't sound like he was asking a question, just demanding like usual. His tone was different this time though. He sounded patient, but he also sounded like he was straining to hold back some of his famously known anger. Wasn't a fan I'll tell you that much.

His tone did make me slightly anxious. I was getting more and more familiar, yes, but that came with cons. When I wasn't comfortable I was more brave, more careless. I didn't really care at first, but now that I'm becoming more familiar, more comfortable, everything changes. I'm more wary of making mistakes, of any type of failure that could result in me being harmed or killed.

After he spoke his demand I started to fidget. I didn't feel safe and I had a vague feeling that he was going to hit me. Quite a familiar feeling.

I cleared my throat and I glanced to the side momentarily before I awkwardly looked at him in his optics.

"It's not really disrespectful if you look at it from a different point of view."

Megatron raised his brow at me and leaned forward so that he was closer. It was very uncomfortable. His whole demeanor just revolves around making others uncomfortable, am I right?

Now then, back on topic.

Megatron had stayed quiet for a moment before he spoke again. He was looking at me quite intently, so I know that he was probably thinking about his next words carefully. He always tries to think ahead of others. Never works on the Autobots, but it always seemed to work with humans and his own troops.

"If it is not disrespectful, then what, pray tell, is it."

Another demand. He makes it seem like he hates asking questions.

I let out a heavy sigh. I didn't know how to really answer, I'm just finding ways to get out of this situation. I rubbed the back of my neck and I made an awkward sounding hum before I answered.

"It's more of a defense mechanism?"

I was awarded another raise of his brow, making me wince again. That answer was awful and very much a lie, a very obvious lie. I'm gonna get hurt.

Megatron leaned back in his chair and just looked down on me with an unreadable expression on his faceplates. After a moment of silence he then frowned. I didn't like the feel of that. Yep. I'm not leaving this room unscathed.

"You continue to test my patience Ven, and should you continue to test my patience you will not leave this room intact."

I shuddered. I knew it. Goddamnit. He's not giving much of a choice and I don't know if I have a ready answer to give him. I'm just gonna pray to God and Primus that I at least come out just a little hurt, at least one broken bone, no matter how much it hurts. Megatron is known for going over the top when torturing victims of his.

I'm in a fuckton of danger right now.

"Okay. Fine. Just don't expect a good answer, okay?"

Megatron didn't answer, but he did appear to be waiting for my answer. I just let out a huff and spoke.

"I don't exactly like how you treat everyone on this ship. I know you favor Soundwave and all that since he seems like a 'close friend' of yours, but that gives you no right to mistreat your troops like this. Yeah, you let your soldiers have a larger ratio of Energon, but that's not enough. We've had this argument before too, so I know you know what I'm talking about."

Megatron's metal brows furrowed and his optics narrowed. He scowled and he started to look increasingly more angry. Oooh. I did not like that. I may have just signed my life away by opening my fat ass mouth. Actually, it's his fault that I even opened my mouth in the first place, so I blame him. Even though I shouldn't be doing that.

Megatron sounded like he let out a heavy exvent as he balled his clawed servos. He looked really threatening too when his optics looked like they darkened to a dark crimson. It almost looked like his optics were glowing an eerie bloody glow. Heh. Me no like that.

I raised my hands in a surrendering motion and I let out an awkward and fearful chuckle. I was worried that he might just reach over and swat me. I might just go caplooy if he hits me hard enough to go over the meeting table.

"I told you not to expect a good answer."

And I did, not even a full two minutes ago. He can't say that I didn't warn him or anything.

Megatron closed his optics and shook his helm while he had a scowl on his dermas (lips/mouth). He looked displeased. Let me change my wording. He looks like he ate something sour. I could tell that he really didn't like my answer and was trying to think up an answer to what I said. Not often I leave somebody speechless.

Megatron opened his optics again and he had a dark look on his face, an expression that was darker than before. Kinda impressive, but hey, I made him angry with my answer, so this moment so far isn't going in my favor.

"You once again tell me how to treat my own troops."

I pressed my lips together and I furrowed my brows. My expression was full of concern for my own well being as I recognised the emotion. He sounded very angry. Yeah. I think I'm gonna get hurt.

At the same time as I feel concern for my life, I feel some irritation. He didn't exactly listen to what I said. I'm just telling him how I feel and what I've noticed. I'm not even telling him how to do anything or advising him to do anything either like I did last time. Goddamn. I'm starting to wonder how Optimus was even able to have a stable conversation with this goof.

I relaxed my expression, not letting my emotions show on my face since I know that Megatron has a habit of looking at people's faces and finding a way to get a rise out of people. He isn't known as a master manipulator and narcissist for nothing. He's also known as a sociopath and a mass murderer. He really didn't earn those titles for nothing.

"I'm not telling you how to do anything. I'm just telling you my concerns and thoughts, my very opinion and feelings. Even then, I advise you to do things. It's not like I'm ordering you around when I clearly and obviously don't have a single shred of power to do so. And I'm telling this to you out of respect."

What I wasn't also saying was that I was also doing this out of fear.There is a reason why I try to be as careful as I can around him. He is known as one of the craziest Megatrons. I mean, it's obvious seeing as he'll grow an addiction to dark energon like it's a drug. He also started a war just because he was jealous and wanted to be petty.

Back to my life threatening situation at hand.

Megatrong just glared down at me, knowing I was right, but didn't have the balls to be proven wrong, so there was a possibility that he'd just hurt or kill me in this room, on this table. What a gory way to die.

Except being squished like I was expecting to be, he instead just stood and looked down on me before slowly walking out of the meeting room. He paused in the pen doorway and looked at me from over his shoulder plates with a narrowed optic and spoke in a gravelly tone that suggested that he wasn't pleased, but he was going to speak about it anyway.

"Since you are so concerned with my troops you will be a part of my troops."

He looked back ahead and he sauntered out, looking like a smug asshole.

When the door slid closed behind him I could only sigh and curse under my breath as I felt that I was going to have to work a hellova lot harder and work through many sleepless nights.

"Fuck."

[So I mean to give this to you guys earlier, but I was too tired and was going through a depressive wave. I did also warn you guys that I would not be sticking to a schedule, but I am planning on at least giving you guys one chapter a week, maybe even two, but it's not likely. I'm also trying to have more interactions with Megatron as everyone can see. I hoped you guys enjoyed this chapter!]