A/N: I know I did a lot of Op x reader and Megs x reader but they are my favs and therefore I'm doing them UWU. Also, try to see how many hints and easter eggs you can find in this chapter! Not many but there's a few!
You may suggest other characters, I'll see if I wanna do it or not, tee-hee XD
TW: ANGST, TORTURE, SPLIT PERSONALITY.
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Cold.
It was two weeks since Optimus was captured by the evil organisation, MECH's. The Prime was caught off-guard and ambushed by them. He was brought back into their base which was heavily shielded that even the Autobots could not get hold of their leader's location nor can they receive transmission via commlinks.
'I'm so cold...' Optimus thought to himself as the group of evil humans approached him, stun gun in their hands as they demanded details from the leader.
'Must...hold on...my team... will come...right?' Optimus thought to himself, not really paying attention to the MECH's leader.
"Last time, Prime. How do we build the fucking groundbridge!?" Silas growled, stabbing the prod into the Autobot's neck cables.
Optimus couldn't hold in his voice this time and let out a scream, struggling and writhing in the thick chains as he spasmed violently. The Prime's voice echoed through the hollow base, making the leader smile even more. Silas released the torture weapon and forced the Prime to look at him.
Even with the size difference, the human still gave no damn in regards of his safety.
After all, they had stripped Optimus down and neutralised him, rendering him useless. Looking up slowly, Optimus gave a dull stare as he tried to be brave, but even the Prime had his limits...and it was slowly being chipped away.
"I...will...never- AAAARGHHH!" Optimus cried out in pain as Silas commanded the team to pull the chains. The reinforced shackles pulled his limbs, dangerously close to tearing them apart.
"Answer me!" Silas yelled, prodding him again.
"Ngghh- NEVER!"
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A part of Optimus regretted not telling. They had the poor mech beaten over and over again, brutally subjecting the Prime with various torture methods; all equally painful. When he was close to offlining, the team shoved down unfiltered Energon into his intakes. His tanks churned in disgust at their act but he was powerless against them.
Silas got fed up with the torturing methods and switched to another...experiment. The crazed man decided that if humans were able to replicate and be one like the Cybertronians, surely there was a way to turn those gigantic beings into humans!
And the psychotic man achieved the impossible.
He managed to create a fake human body and tinkered something to it before forcefully transferring Optimus's conscience into it. Unfortunately, during the process of shifting there was a malfunction. It was as if Primus heard the hopeless mech's prayer and tried his last will to help the last of Primes.
The machine connecting to Optimus and the test subject's body exploded.
Silas and the team were silent as they saw the once motionless body came alive, weakly but there were movements. The human male's eyes shone a dull colour of blue and had the tell-tale Cybertronian audial fins for ears. The man groaned, trying to get up but MECHs were much faster.
With a quick chop to the neck, Optimus was out once more.
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It was two months after Optimus's capture. The team were unnerved to no end. Attacks from the Cons were getting out of hand and they didn't have a leader to guide them. Surprisingly, Jack helped by giving advices, but he was no Prime.
The team begged and prayed to Primus for any help, hoping that their leader was still out there, waiting to come home.
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"Get back here!" A guard yelled, chasing after a certain raven- haired man. Optimus evaded all the traps as his feet pounded heavily on the ground, taking him anywhere but here.
"GET HIM BACK!" Another guard yelled. Optimus said nothing as his eyes showed the route and all possible exits. Taking a sharp turn, Optimus slammed opened the door. He didn't think twice and started climbing the fence, not caring that the wires are barbed and digging into his flesh. He jumped over the high fence and tumbled down the hill.
"Sir, Project Constellation is gone! He managed to escape!" a guard cried out.
"WHAT!? GET HIM BACK AT ALL COST! I've spent too much time and effort training him!" Silas seethed, slamming his fist onto the table.
"He ripped out the trackers we've planted in his wrist! We suspected he bit-"
"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK HOW HE DID IT! GET HIM BACK, NOW!"
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'Humanity...not to be...trusted...must...run...no ...hope...find...place...power...down...' Optimus's mind rang dully. The frightened man tumbled down the hill and sustained a sprain ankle, but he kept running. After a while, Optimus slowly limped as he realised the guards were not chasing after him anymore. His once pearl white uniform is now tattered and dirty. He was leaking purple blood; a mixture of Energon and human blood. Optimus willed himself to walk, but his body could not take it anymore, he was about to pass out.
The injured runaway came to the backyard of a house. Its suroundings had no other houses, the next one was a few meters down the road. He forced himself to walk a few more steps and hopped over the small ledge, landing on his sprained ankle and hurting it even more. He cried out in pain before clamping his mouth shut. Looking around, Optimus scanned his surroundings like a rabid dog, absolutely afraid of being found out.
There was no one.
Still on guard, the Prime leaned against the back door and succumbed to his fate.
'Am...I...dying...?'
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A loud thud in my backyard startled me even more as I shakily went to peek outside through the windows. No one was there.
That made me even more freaked out!
I've just finished watching a horror movie with my friends today and I totally regretted it! Layla got ditched by her friends and she got extra tickets. Deciding not to let them go to waste, I tagged along.
Damn it (Y/N), you should've known better than to trust them! You may have no friends but it's better than having a snake like Layla!
Sighing, I decided that it was probably a raccoon or something and headed back to bed. Hopefully, I was right and it was all just a misunderstanding and definitely not some weird haunted doll coming to throw a damn chair at my face.
Yeah, that's right. I'm talking about you, Annabelle.
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The sound of glass shattering woke me up. I shivered in my bed as I tried to find any religious items close with me. So far...
A damn bible.
Not the best choice but screw it! At least it has some holy words...right?
Gripping the book, I tip-toed out of the room and slowly made my way down to the hall, still internally freaking out. There was a dull light emitting from my kitchen and I got more terrified.
The lights were MOST certainly turned OFF before I head to bed. So how the fuck was there light coming through the kitchen?!
Inching slowly to the kitchen, I turned on the switch and sucked in a harsh breath as I saw a middle-aged man ransacking my fridge. He gave me a wide-eye stare before growling.
I was so close to screaming but I remembered that all screaming girls ended up dead in movies, so I held it in. Gripping the bible tightly in my chest, I slowly backed away from the man.
"H-Hello?" I tried to talk. The man narrowed his eyes and with a flash, he appeared before me and tackled me down. The insane man was growling something unintelligible and I was VERY close to passing out.
"..."
"A-Are- you ...okay?" I asked. Not the best question, but I swear I'm probably hyperventilating right now so don't blame me for asking stupid questions!
"Must...eradicate...humans..."
Yeah, how about no?
"Erm..." I trailed off, staring back at the weirdly glowing eyes of the man.
Upon closer inspection, I realised he was donned in a strange white uniform that was now absolutely dirty and ragged. His raven hair was in a mess and he didn't have human ears! He had somewhat ...metallic hands and every time he moves, there was this whirring sound. His wrist were were injured, looked like someone just bit it off for Christ's sake! Also, his legs were bleeding, and the blood got all over my floor. Nice. Note the sarcasm.
A cyborg. Very fucking great. I'm so screwed.
"P-Please d-don't hurt me..." I said, trying to wiggle out of his grip. The man had me pinned to the ground, holding my hands up with just one of his hands while the other was next to my neck. He gave me a crazed look before replacing it with hesitancy.
"Must...comply...kill...no...she's... innocent..." the man mumbled, furrowing his eyes.
With another glance, I gave the man a weak smile (I'm still very much freaking out!) and he finally released me. I backed away to the wall, which was not much of a distance between the two of us but at least I'm not being choked or something...right?
"Erm...w-what are you...doing in my house?" I asked, hoping that maybe the man was just so random, homeless person and certainly not the first idea I had earlier.
"F-Fuel...I am...low...in need of ...sustenance..." he said slowly, looking at me with curiousity and a little hint of animosity. I gulped, hoping he would NOT see me as his food.
I'm not a food. There's food in the fridge, eat them all I don't care!
"W-Well...I can give you something to eat or so...w-what's your name?" I continued, slowly standing up to see if he would still attack me. He stood up and I got back down, hoping to not startled him even more.
"I-It's o-okay! I-I'm not gonna hurt you!" I said, raising my hands in surrender. He crawled closer to me and I sucked in another harsh breath, afraid of whatever he was planning against me.
"I have...no name...only...code...I am...code 1516...I am...Project Constellation..." he said, taking a lock of my hair and touching it.
So not creepy at all.
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Optimus had no idea how he came back online. His wounds stopped bleeding but his mind blared signals, warning him that if he doesn't refuel soon, he WILL die. Smashing the windows, Optimus climbed in, ignoring his swelling ankle and stepped through the shattered glass, giving himself more cuts.
He gave no attention to it and went to the fridge first. He opened the doors and took the closest nourishment towards him, the milk. Chugging it down, he threw the box to a side before stuffing his face with a small tray of leftover lasagna.
He was busy eating to even realise a figure coming close until his proximity sensors blared, sending him on edge as he whipped around to see a...femme clutching a book and looking ...terrified.
How weird.
'Humans must be killed. They are vile and cruel! They tortured you! Go and kill her now, understand!?' a voice rang in his mind. Growling, he pounced at the femme, subduing her effectively. Optimus was about to end her life when she spoke, momentarily bringing the male out of his trance.
"A-Are- you ...okay?" the femme asked. She was breathing heavily and the Prime's scanners shows that she was being stressed out.
"Must...eradicate...humans..." he said, looking down at her. He didn't release his grip on her hands but made no move of wanting to attack her. The female spoke again and this time, the Prime was faced with an internal battle.
"P-Please d-don't hurt me..." she said, wiggling a little. Optimus's expressions went haywire as he tried to fight with his commands.
'You must remember what those humans did to us! She must be killed!'
'No! she's innocent! Remember who you are!'
"Must...comply...kill...no...she's... innocent..." the man mumbled, furrowing his eyes. He was confused, why were there two voices in his head? The lady gave him a small smile and he released her.
'She's not attacking! Let her go!'
'Kill her! What are you waiting for!?'
'The team's humans smiled too! What makes her any different!?'
'What team? There's no team, only us.'
'The voice... said... smile...means...no harm...must...not attack...' he thought, looking at the femme. She backed away, keeping distances from the Prime.
"Erm...w-what are you...doing in my house?" the lady asked. Optimus pondered on the thought of how many ways to kill the lady in front of her, but the other voice in his mind deletes them.
'Reply her. Tell her that you're in need of fueling.'
"F-Fuel...I am...low...in need of ...sustenance..." Optimus said slowly, looking at the human lady. His inner voices were still fighting and he struggled with his emotions projecting onto his face.
"W-Well...I can give you something to eat or so...w-what's your name?" the lady continued, slowly standing up.
'Don't let her come close! She'll kill you!'
The Prime stood up and she got back down, effectively halting the murder protocols.
'She's afraid! She just wants to back away! Don't hurt her!'
"I-It's o-okay! I-I'm not gonna hurt you!" the human lady suddenly spoke up, raising her hands in surrender. Optimus said nothing but slowly went towards the lady.
'Stop! Don't go close! Can't you see that she's afraid!?'
'That's it...get closer...end her life.'
'NO!'
He crawled closer to the frightened lady and she sucked in another harsh breath, clearly showing signs that she was afraid of him.
'Kill her.'
'NO! T-Tell her your name! At least let her help you!'
'No. She is a human! They hurt us!'
'Tell her YOUR CODE!'
"I have...no name...only...code...I am...code 1516...I am...Project Constellation..." he said, taking a lock of the femme's hair, touching it gently.
'Stop it! You're freaking her out even more!'
'Strangle her.'
'Shut up! Don't you dare, Optimus!'
'...Who's Optimus?'