He was recharging lightly as he always did unless he was hammered when he suddenly heard a demanding knock and shot up cranky but also on high alert. He sprinted out into the main area and made sure he had covered his pool for the time being due to the clutter of dead bodies he needed to get rid of. He also did a quick check for blood and any armor of bots that could have fallen off. Nothing. Good.

He raced to the door and unlocked it to see Perceptor and inwardly cringed. What did this mech want now?

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, Wasp, care to tell me why you haven't been checking in with either Glyph or me?"

Wasp grimaced, "What do you mean? I just visited Glyph two days ago. Did she forget to mark that down?"

"I don't know," Perceptor said a little too sarcastically, walking into the warehouse until he continued with a blunt, "but I assume since you've been fragging her, she might overlook that point of her job."

"And who, pray tell, told you that ru-?"

"You seem to forget that Glyph's office isn't soundproof...so, a few people have heard your activities. And I know about you misusing your powers to add a little flare to the encounters. Because of this, Glyph is no longer assigned to your case."

Whoops. Wasp made a faux pained expression of guilt before smirking. He let the door close itself and said, "Ah, kind of forgot about that. We had a lot of fun. She's very fascinated by me. I find it flattering."

The red and black mech sneered, "And I find it a pain in the aft that I now have to deal with you more than I want to."

Wasp just tilted his helm agitated but did nothing to stop Perceptor from going deeper in his home.

"I see you made yourself at home here and it's quaint," Perceptor said. "I honestly thought you'd trash the place."

Wasp huffed, "Yes, because I have a beast mode obviously means I live like an animal..."

"And what the hell is this?"

He followed Perceptor's line of sight and began to stare in a concerned slack jawed expression. There was a piece of Minerva next to the pool underneath one of his tables. It was a glob on the floor from the high heat. Wasp gritted his dentae uneasily as he looked between it and the back of Perceptor with furrowed brows. He slowly approached the other and twitched.

"That is...something I burned. I got my abilities back."

"So, you've been burning things to amuse yourself?" Perceptor kneeled to examine it.

Wasp casually gestured pretending he was alright but in reality, he was looking directly at a point between the back of Perceptor's helm and neck. "Oh, you know me. I just like to watch the world burn."

Instantly, Wasp spawned his tail and the point of its tip shot straight through the back of the mech's helm, coming out the other side with blood flowing off it to hit beside the piece of Minerva. He watched Perceptor shut down with his optic popped out from the force, the other sliced through and the body collapsing immediately.

The green mech began to chuckle. "Not very perceptive now, are you?"

He ripped his tail out and retracted it prior to grabbing Perceptor's body and dragging it to the middle of the room. He dropped him with breaking his stride to his storage area. Now, it was only a matter of disposing of the corpse. He had some of his older weapons that he never needed since he got his upgrade. One of his weapons was a high-heated saber blade that could potentially cut through anything. Well, it would see its fair use today.

Most bots would be fearful of doing the dirty work of cutting up a corpse. It didn't bother him none. A body was a body, just like all the dead Cybertron was littered with during the war. Blood was never an issue as it pooled to his knee plates and further.

He held no expression except a neutral sneer as he severed the helm first and then the limbs. The torso was carved into sections by the big seams so it would be less messy to deal with aside from the blood. He didn't need chunks of Perceptor escaping him. Thirty pieces later and his floor was a mess.

As he tossed one of the organs into the pile he made, he stopped for a moment to sigh. Dropkick, Shatter, Burnout, Minerva, and Perceptor now. A few Predacons, some other bots he didn't bother to learn the names of, and several associates of his traitors. He had killed over twenty people now across his insatiable desire to hunt and destroy. Who next?Grimlock? Sludge? Glyph? Bumblebee? Optimus Prime? The latter two were the least likely he would pursue due to the highest risks they posed. But he may have also screwed himself by killing Perceptor.

Suddenly his door opened, a regrettable realization that he failed to lock it in his confidence, and Glyph walked in only to freeze seeing a blood splattered Wasp and Perceptor's corpse. He just looked at her for a moment. He couldn't do anything from the distance between them. Not even his flames could reach that far. Goddamn...

To his surprise though, Glyph didn't run. She didn't mind the door closing automatically, and she approached him, walked right up to him and even stepped in Perceptor's blood unflinching. While she did look down to take in the sight and understand what exactly he had done, she didn't back away or yell or do anything except meet his optics slightly disappointed.

"Why are you here?" Wasp asked without meeting her optics.

"I was going to ask...Perceptor to put me back on your case, but I can see that is no longer an option."

"Why?"

"Because there's nothing to work on."

Her answer confused him as he looked up from his seated position, as if they were both oblivious to the electriphant in the room.

She clarified, "I've looked over many parolees. They pretend to be good or they do want to change but they relapse, very few are successful in breaking that no matter what we try. But you, I knew you weren't going to change the minute I met you. You didn't lie to me. You didn't care to. So, I just approached it different. I just wanted to know who you were to bots like me. I got pulled off because we were discovered, but I didn't lose my job. I was going to ask for you back possibly with your input when I heard Perceptor was coming here, but I didn't think you would go after him."

Wasp spared no second to say quietly, "You realize you are going to have to die now."

She kneeled in the blood beside him a little uneasy but unlike his other victims, she didn't beg and she didn't boast about possibly trying to harm him first or being better. All she responded with was, "Then kill me."

The beast was silent. Wasp didn't like its submission and certainly didn't like his own. There was no urge to kill her. There was no urge to do anything except...wonder.

"What's in the pool?"

The question was a whiplash to his psyche. Wasp had to blink a few times to process it. "What?"

Glyph just looked between him and the covered pool. "What's in it?"

Guess there was no point in lying.

"Death," he said emotionlessly.

Glyph just nodded her helm. She showed a little concern but not in the way he was used to seeing other bots react. She then swiped her servo over the Energon blood on the ground before asking, "Do you think I'll report you?"

"Will you?"

"Debating. Might save my career. Bumblebee is going to come when Perceptor stops reporting in."

Wasp didn't respond at first before gulping and suddenly mimicking Perceptor's voice. "I think I can delay the inevitable a little."

Glyph, despite being in a horror show, smiled at that, "Vocal imitation. One of Waspinator's abilities."

He then spoke regular. "I asked you once why you were so fascinated with my case. You said you adored me as this wonderful specimen. And here you are in a warehouse with this killer and gave up your chance to run. I can mimic your voice too. I have all my abilities back now. It won't be hard to report to Bumblebee as both of you. What did you seek to gain from your fascination?"

The jade teal and gold femme just kept her sights on him and shrugged, "Just a morbid curiosity, I guess."

"Curiosity?" Wasp all but whispered before smirking. "Death is your final curiosity. You can't leave here knowing what you do. If I get caught by other means, I can accept that. But you now know Perceptor is gone. You know of what is in that pool and maybe just to drive home your faulty sense of curiosity, why not tell you I killed every single one of my associates. One way or another, no one who knows this personally will be leaving this warehouse alive."

"Think I'm scared?"

"Are you?"

"Of the pain, maybe. Of you? No," she answered bluntly.

The most honest thing he ever sensed. But he wasn't so easily defeated by someone finally standing up to him, unaffected of his threats and his overall danger.

Wasp got up and simply walked off to grab a crate. He saw Glyph's confusion at this on the way back. He set the crate down next to Perceptor's body and began throwing the parts in it. When he got to a part of the thigh that had a great deal of blood on it still, he kind of forgot for a moment he had company and bit a portion of it. He only paused to study Glyph's reaction when he noticed her again. She looked a little disgusted but still held that strange case of "morbid curiosity" he admired.

"What...What does a bot taste like?"

He tossed Perceptor's helm into the crate after taking his communicator chip out, the last piece aside from the one he was consuming, and was about to shut the crate lid when she asked that. He lowered the lid and drummed his digits on it. Then he held out the thigh to her to try and make her more frightened.

"You tell me," he said with a smile. Blood dripped down his mouth among his grinning teeth before he resumed chewing.

Glyph took it cautiously and examined Perceptor's part. He was taken aback when she bit into it with some difficulty, still sitting in blood and meeting his optics like it was a challenge. Amazing. Now, it was Wasp who was fascinated. She got blood on her chest and some dripping down her chin, but she refused to show any emotion about what she was doing. Never before had he seen someone else do this. He was impressed again by this little femme.

It took her a second to speak due to the excessive chewing. "The armor is tough...very crunchy, Energon has a metallic taste and the protoform is kind of-"

"Dense, soft, and warm? Hard outside, chewy inside, warm and savory Energon and center cabling? Not bad, huh?"

Wasp could almost laugh how ashamed she looked because she agreed with him in her mind. He finished sealing Perceptor and used his super strength to move it away from the blood on the floor. He began cleaning up the blood before looking at Glyph who was unsure.

"Well?" Wasp started, "Are you going to help or are you just going to sit there uselessly?"

"What happened to killing me?" Glyph challenged unfazed.

He all but admitted, "I can't kill someone who isn't a liar, already on my shit list and who isn't afraid of me. I mean I can, but that's no fun. I like my prey when they value their life more than anything else...because it makes it so much easier for them to beg and show me what they really are when there's nothing left to hide behind in the face of death. Those that cower immediately are funny. Those that try to fight back are left feeling helpless and worthless when they realize they can't do anything to stop something like me. I take their spirit, then their hope, and finally their dying breath."

"You're waiting for me to get up and leave so you'll have an excuse to hunt me, even if it's quick," she laughed.

"Yes," he replied bluntly.

Glyph crawled to be in front of him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're insane," he teased.

"Pot to kettle."

He loved her. A dark chuckle left him with his optics flashing purple. Then he had the audacity to tell her, "I think I may have lied on my statistics when I first courted you. You missed two little details about me, not one. I also know how to get rid of bots where they will never be found."

Fishing out dead bodies was not as easy at looked. Even with Waspinator's larger reach, it was a hassle. Scraping Minerva off the bottom was also not great. He drained the pool and scrubbed it clean as best as he could, throwing stuck parts and bubbles of solidified Energon up above. He used his tail to gather them in a pile before breathing fire to burn it to a mound of dust and fragments.

The crate with Perceptor's body was placed on a trailer near the entrance of his warehouse, locked this time. He had cleaned the crate and the floor was spotless of Energon. Several more crates were placed on the trailer and cleaned, having been covered in the oil from his pool when he put the contents in and a few had to be dragged through the same mess from bodies in his storage.

He would have eaten them but if he didn't get blood and parts fresh, they tended to not taste as great plus submerged in cleansing oil also didn't make them edible lest he wanted several rounds of vomiting them up. He once learned that the hard way. Never again.

Having synced Perceptor's communicator chip with his own, he received Bumblebee's call for a status report. "Perceptor, how is Wasp?"

"He's the same old lunatic. A little depraved and snarky but otherwise has been with what could pass as decent behavior," Wasp mimicked.

"His relationship with Glyph was a problem. You can't have relations with your parole officer. It jeopardizes everything. When will Wasp learn that I want him to come back to me as a brother again, not this-this...ergh, I don't know what to do. Maybe I should go talk to him in person."

Wasp paused and had to find the words to respond. "Um, sure, maybe he is so cruel and unapologetic because no one seems to want to be there...helping him through this. Glyph offered a different comfort and that's what he gravitated to. Nobody ever saw his point of view on everything, especially after that incident with his monstrous form."

"...That's a little harsh."

"But I'm not wrong. You grew up to be Optimus' prized warrior and revered friend. Wasp always felt outshined by you."

Bee scoffed, "Doesn't excuse him for putting me through hell and taking it out on other people. He showed signs of a dark personality when we were younglings and he never grew out of it. He tried to kill me too. Three times he tried to kill me out of jealousy and aggression. I want to say he's my brother but how am I supposed to go about this?"

Wasp hummed in Perceptor's voice, "Well, maybe stop treating him like a brother because, I hate to say, you aren't brothers and I doubt you ever will be. He certainly doesn't see you as one. Maybe it's time to treat him as something else."

"I-I won't say he's a monster-"

"Then you're lying to yourself and to him. I'm not going to babysit him for you. It's your turn to face him. The problem stems between you two."

Bumblebee was silent for a second before a soft voice replied defeated. "Okay...I think you're right. I'm sorry, Perceptor."

Wasp cancelled the transmission. Guilt was delicious.

After that call, he only needed to retrieve one last thing. He had run out of crates for the last body he needed to get rid of, so he stuffed it into a rolling metal tote and dragged it behind him whistling. His tune was cut off when he lifted it and threw it in the back. Tapping its top, he all but mused at the bot inside.

"Your company was nice, but you were just as much of a pain as the others."

Opening a bridge to his destination, he shifted into Waspinator and hooked the straps of the trailer to his person to pull with ease. But before he entered...

"You coming, baby?"

He lowered his neck and let a servo grab his right horn to climb up and sit on the back of his neck to hold on around his helm. The servos reached out and pet above his optic.

"Of course," Glyph purred.

Waspinator gave a fanged smile, wagging his tail happily. He decided not to kill her. Just seeing how she took all his misdeeds clicked with him and now that she had bear witness to his deceit and destruction, she was an accomplice. If he went down, she would be equally guilty and lose everything. But that didn't bother her. That's what made him realize he had found a soulmate.

She had helped clean up. She cut the bodies into pieces and shoved them in their crates as he got them. After a few exchanged kisses, he knew Glyph was perfect for him. His dark side also had no complaints.

Taking the trailer through the bridge, they appeared at the edge of the Mithril Sea and its wavy clouds right below. The area was barren of any bots or society whatsoever. Beneath the clouds was an empty space between the second layer of clouds where tornados formed, and then beneath the second layer was the Underground, a huge lost world. Waspinator unlatched the trailer once he found a suitable spot and went around before starting to push it. It didn't take much to push it off.

They both watched the trailer fall over the edge with its crates going with it. It hit the cloud bank with an impression and disappeared beneath the thick blanket. The impression vanished in the few seconds following.

"What do you think is down there?" Glyph asked.

"What do I think or what do I know?" Waspinator gave her a side eye upwards before saying, "There's a fifty-fifty chance either that trailer just went in the Underground Lake that spans nearly half the Mithril Sea or it hit the Underground land itself where anything down there will devour the bodies depending on what gets to it first. Protopanther, Cybertronian Predator, Titanautilus, or Sawtooth Severacon, all of which are at least about as large as me or bigger. I think the Protopanther is smaller but definitely larger than any normal Cybertronian. Creatures even I wouldn't be able to fight."

"Cool," she simply replied.

After a moment of staring down at the rolling clouds that concealed all evidence, Waspinator gave a long, sinister cackle. "Let's see the fools retrieve them now! HahahahaHAHAHAHAHA!"

Bumblebee was supposed to come any second. He only knew this because of the notification to Perceptor. Too bad the poor mech was unable to answer.

He sent Glyph out to see about covering for Perceptor's leave until he could concoct a plan to eventually go. He talked to Grimlock and after some convincing with a little wag of his aft as Waspinator, he managed to seduce the small-brained beast into taking his property officially. After he did what he needed to, there was no way he could stay in Iacon even with his soon-to-be insurance from most of his crimes.

What if he joined back up with the Insecticons? The nearest hive he could sense was in the Sea of Rust along the mountains lining its more barren areas. It would be hard to find and no one could bother him there. The nearest city would be Harmonex. Glyph could move there to be close while he reorganized his rule.

Death sentence or not, Wasp had no plans in giving up his nature. Becoming Waspinator may have cursed him but it also freed him from mortal binds. In some way, it was the equivalent of becoming a deity. He could kill whoever stood in his way, destroy anything he deemed unworthy, and even Megatron had put him on a list of concerning bots. That made him curious. If he was to have one last chance, why not go out with a bang?

His door to his warehouse opened and he stood to face the one bot he loathed more than anyone on the planet. Bumblebee stepped in and went to face him finally. He stopped five feet short of being in striking range had Wasp been a lot angrier like his younger self.

"I see you are behaving after all, Wasp," Bumblebee said.

Wasp twitched a smile, "Oh yes, as much as I miss what I used to do, I've been trying my hardest to be good. It's a hassle. All the episodes where I want to crush some bots' throats! Ahem, mm, Waspinator is not an easy form to control. I hope you realize that."

Bee seemed just as uncomfortable. "Yes, well, I assume Waspinator has calmed down. All those years of having that form and with the collar should have trained your mind to conquer that."

"Yes, because it's really easy to train myself to carry the burden of strong mood swings and desires. Like I have the ability to turn that on and off like a light switch. Do you know how many times I have an urge in the back of my processor almost begging me to kill, to maim or destroy? Sometimes, it's at complete random. It's not fun to fight, and I don't really see the point of fighting it from how everything's going."

He was starting to grow irritated and it hadn't even been a minute. He got close to Bumblebee glaring at him with utter hatred. But then he remembered his initial plan for Bee. His inner demon was a cheerleader on his shoulder, and he could almost find amusement in it.

"O-Okay, hang on, I didn't mean it like that," the yellow mech gestured. Wasp made him turn to move backwards towards his chairs as the younger bot then said, "That came out wrong."

"Like everything I ever was to you. Wrong in nature, wrong in the head, and wrong just about everywhere else. I mean I can forgive your interpretation of me. I've learned to accept it. In fact...I never really saw you as a brother. You were more like a bot that happened to look like me. Maybe I'm wrong because I'm not you."

"Wasp..."

"But maybe that's a good thing because I also like that you aren't me. Sweet, little Bumblebee, everyone's favorite hero and such a nice, handsome mech. So naive, so innocent," he laughed.

Bumblebee shook his helm, "I'm not innocent, you know that."

Wasp huffed, "Well, to me, you are because you don't all the horrors that can lurk in the minds of the disturbed. There's no rhyme or reason for what I think except that it is my favor, so I'm not going to regret this. You really are quite pretty, maybe I just adore myself though."

He watched Bumblebee's face twist to horror when he lunged at him, toppling them into a roll with Wasp coming out on top. He brought the legs around his waist, pinned Bumblebee's arms and just studied the mech's reactions.

"Wasp, what are you doing?!"

"Don't worry, hey, don't worry about it," he said trying to hold Bee still. "Since we're not on the best of terms, I figure why not have a little fun. I mean you won't be cute forever."

Bumblebee got one servo loose and punched Wasp's head, pausing when he heard a crack and it went farther around than it should have. Wasp, however, just forced his helm back into position with another unsettling noise and made a taunting growl.

"Aw, you're projecting. See, Glyph taught me that interface really works out a lot of frustration-"

"Because you were fragging her since I assigned her to you! I-I'm your brother, you sick fuck!" Bumblebee shouted.

Wasp never heard that word before. He actually backpedaled and blinked stunned before giving a hearty chuckle. "Whoo, where's that from?! The fleshling planet? Ain't that adorable. That's it, show me your real feelings. Biologically, we are related but as far as I'm concerned, you never were my brother. I never grew up with a brother."

Despite all the attempts to knee and pummel him, something Bumblebee began to realize was ineffective against someone who could tolerate ten times more pain, Wasp slammed his mouth on Bumblebee's and began to roll his hips against his rival. He ignored the attempted biting; it only encouraged his inner monster to flare up in dominance.

His spine raised and his optics remained purple instead leaning over Bumblebee. Admittedly, the envy also was prominent to Bee's appearance. While they shared the same body structure of their carrier's, his helm and armor were a little sharper even before he obtained Waspinator's half. Bumblebee also had a slightly more innocent facial structure than he did. It was cute; he despised it.

"W...asp," Bee managed to say through forced kisses.

It only made Wasp grin. Bumblebee looked very nice beneath him as he deserved to be. When he reached down to rub at the closed interface, nothing struck his mind that told him this was wrong. His moral compass was far too broken.

He ignored the servo denting his arm in response to his claws finding the manual latch to the interface array. Feeling the outline of a valve and Bee's sudden pause made Wasp gaze into those worried blue optics with a sense of longing, something that was not mutual. He released his spike and laughed as he broke his mouth away from the other mech.

"Just think of this in your mind as maybe...some bonding time. Here I am, all yours," he hissed dangerously, his voice shifting then to Perceptor's. "After all, you wanted for me to come back to you, right?"

Bumblebee's optics widened at him like he was a ghoul. He was too stunned to retaliate as Wasp gripped his cheeks with demonic love.

"You are so adorable like this, I hope you know that, Bumblebot," Wasp said with the dark undertone of Waspinator coming through.

The nickname made Bee tense, but he kissed him again as he aligned his spike to the ill-prepared valve. He reassured him as his claws sank into the underside of the thighs to hold them while pressing his weight down to keep him pinned. When he entered the mech, a deep part of him found comfort in hearing Bumblebee scold him under his breath and whimper. The beast liked it; he liked it.

The warmth had him forcing himself inside farther in to milk it. He nuzzled Bee's neck as he purred and started to move. The other's servos tried to weakly push at Wasp's chest until he pressed close, then they tried to palm his waist and rip out his wings. That only made Wasp grin with a fanged smile at the attempts even when they drew blood from trying to break beneath the armor into the protoform.

Bumblebee eventually was in no position to fight him with Wasp sliding against him. Wasp didn't like how he wouldn't meet his optics in shame for starting to react from the motions and kept his helm to the side. Each thrust was hard, calculating, and cruel. Wasp loved seeing his so-called brother wince in both pain and pleasure. His own arousal was prominent.

"Wasp…please stop…a-ah!"

"But why? You seem to be enjoying yourself, and me? I can't get enough of you. You are-quit, quit struggling," he emphasized by holding down Bee's arms with the darkness in his optics prominent. "You're right where you deserve to be."

The valve walls were soft and malleable, excellent to pump a spike into. He removed his servos to knead his claws into the firm abdominal plating as he sat up and watched his motions stretch the pretty valve glistening with lubricant. Bumblebee was flat against the ground with a heated expression and just taking it, to his delight.

Each thrust was for the years in captivity, all the times he was forced to watch on the sidelines as he was forgotten and shamed. Now, he was in command, he wouldn't be overlooked, and definitely he refused to let Bumblebee forget that. Maybe that's why it felt so good because he had finally made himself worthy of Autobots and Decepticons alike as a threat. And now, Bumblebee would never disregard him again.

A deranged smile snaked across his faceplates watching Bee convulse in disgust as he came. Wasp only went in harder. His rut became erratic and needy. His pants grew rough and animalistic seeing Bee groan in overstimulation and discomfort.

"You…are…so…greedy," he said in the timing of his thrusts. "Just made for me."

Bumblebee was silent. Good. As Wasp let out a roar that didn't match his Cybertronian appearance, he made sure to release inside Bee as a stature of marking. He clung to the hips almost leaving deep scratches and clenched his jaws with his optics closed relishing the frustrations of his hatred melting away. The other mech glared at him destroyed.

He gave a few extra jolts just to watch Bee writhe in pain before scowling, "This seems quite fitting for you down here. I suppose since you think we're still kin and all, I might share a few things with you from the bottom of my void of a spark."

"Go…to the Pits," Bee muttered. "And get out of me."

"Nah, I like it a little too much. But thankfully, I can rely on you to keep a few secrets now. You see, Dropkick wasn't being hunted by a bot with a problem with me. He was being hunted by me. And let's just say Shatter, Burnout, and Minerva aren't really going to be an issue either. Then there's all my prey I've been hunting just because. You missed it. That pool was filled with quite a few bodies, had to clean it out because wasn't very ideal for me. Oh, and Perceptor isn't available right now. He checked in with me, but he also checked out…so if you'd like to leave a message, I'm sure I can relay it to my processing tank in time before he's dissolved into energy."

Bumblebee now stared at him unreadable and shivering. Then he flashed into immediate anger. "You monster-!"

"Ah ah ah," Wasp sneered, wagging a digit while his servo pinned Bee's chest, "what exactly are you going to do? Tell Optimus, tell anybody that you interfaced with your own brother? Sure, you could reveal these crimes but the question will come up how you know, what's your proof…and in order to do that, you would have to become a laughing stock and a disgrace. Everyone already knows I'm a monster, but everyone will know you let me frag you. I can live with myself. Can you?"

He leaned over the yellow bot with a devious expression as Bumblebee realized he had planned this and didn't know how to respond. Finally, the other managed to say childishly, "Optimus…Optimus won't let that slide…"

Wasp's facial features began to warp into a blend between his normal self and Waspinator. Two voices synced with a thunderous echo, "Then tell him, you little whore. I dare you."

He had seen helplessness before. But this wasn't just a helpless bot, it was a mental massacre. Bumblebee looked so lost. So much for the prideful, dutiful Autobot who thought he was above it all.

Both of Wasp's voices laughed in unison. His shadow made Bee cower as smoke rose out of his mouth. Purple was all that reflected off Bumblebee's armor and the mess on the floor of their time together, a reminder that he was anything but sane.

AN: If you didn't think I could make him a fucked up villain even more, I can go farther. Wasp knows he will be caught but why not go out with a bang?