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“WELL…  NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE”

“S… shut up” His form tried to curl in on itself, agonising, shredding, torturous…

“SO MUCH FOR ‘THEIR OWN GOOD’ HM? I TOLD YOU IT WOULDN’T WORK, COULD’VE DONE BETTER”

“No, you, you… shut up…”

Galvatron’s systems heaved, the meagre contents of his fuel tank even deciding it wanted out and fled.

His body was slick with coolant and rivers of his own Energon. Dents and cuts covered him, crosshatching his once pristine armour, an awful momento of what he’d done.

He… Just… Wanted… To… Stop…

There was nothing left to come up, but his system tried anyways, heaving, making him choke on his own lubricants. He bowed forward, arms crossed over his chest, groaning.

Why couldn’t? … Why can’t?….

Why did it have to come to this?…

He barely knew what happened, a rush of energy, a flow of power, endless noise like pained screaming…

Determination to help his friends? He hoped so… No…. It couldn’t be….

Cyclonus lay beaten… broken…. Optics dead to the world, they wouldn’t be coming back online for a while.

Scourge was no better. He lay like a thrown toy, his wings twisted over him as if they made some vein last-minute attempt to shield him…

He did this…

“DON’T YOU LIKE YOUR HANDIWORK? I TOLD YOU, I APPRECIATE IT”

“No! This is all YOUR fault!” Galvatron clasped his hands to his helm.

“MY FAULT!? MINE? YOU’RE THE ONE WHO BROKE YOUR PROMISE TO ME! I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY POWER, A NEW LIFE, AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? NO, I’M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE OFFENDED!”

“You should be gone!” Galvatron gasped, struggling for air.

“YOUR WORDS WOUND ME, DARLING, IF ONLY THIS WASN’T ALL YOUR FAULT…”

“Shut up! This is… this is your doing!”

“WE WORKED SO WELL TOGETHER, YOU KNOW YOUR PLACE IS WITH ME, I MADE YOU FEEL SO GOOD!”

Galvatron felt his tank roll again.

“You… ruined us”

“I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU COULD’VE WANTED! AND LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE WITH IT! UNGRATEFUL! BUT IT’S OKAY, I FORGIVE YOU”

“NO! I DON’T WANT THAT! I WANT YOU TO HATE ME BECAUSE I HATE YOU!”

“OH HUSH NOW, I FORGIVE YOU MY CALLOUS PET, COME BACK TO ME AND I WILL MAKE IT ALL BETTER AGAIN, YOU WON’T BE ALONE ANYMORE”

“YOU… you’ve stripped us of any meaning!” Galvatron wobbled on his pedes, the act of merely staying upright beginning to become a massive strain on his stabilisers, “Just… go…”

Galvatron wasn’t sure when the tears had welled up in his optics and began flowing again but they did so freely once more as Unicron’s voice rang through him.

“SAYS THE MECHA WHO JUST ASSAULTED THE ONLY TWO FRIENDS HE HAD”

“YOU FORCED THAT! I WILL TAKE THEM FROM YOU! I WILL HELP THEM!”

“YET YOU TOOK IT OUT ON THEM! WHO’D TAKE YOU IN NOW? ME, THAT’S WHO, I’M ALL YOU HAVE LEFT AND YOU KNOW IT! NOT EVEN THOSE TWO WILL TRUST YOU ANYMORE”

An anguished scream tore through him, loud and clear, ringing across the desolate lands.

“JUST GOOOOOOOOOO” Galvatron howled, he could feel tears dripping down his front and his systems burning, thoughts and emotions waged a war of their own through his spark and processor as embers danced in the air around him.
Yet… he felt grey like all meaning was being sucked from him, life and vitality practically evaporating from his core.

The conflict hurt.

Why does it always have to hurt?

He just wanted… safety? No pain… Just…

Please…

Stop…

“THIS CAN ALL BE MADE BETTER AGAIN, YOU KNOW I CAN DO THAT, YOU KNOW I HAVE WHAT YOU NEED, NO ONE ELSE WILL CARE FOR YOU LIKE I CARED FOR YOU!”

Stop…

“YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!”

Stop…

“YOU NEED ME!”

Stop…

“I MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE! YOU OWE ME!”

Please…

“NO ONE ELSE WILL EVER CARE ABout you…”

Unicron’s voice suddenly began to get quieter, it took him a few moments before Galvatron realised his own screaming was drowning its voice out.

Awful, ungodly howls and wails escaped him.

The warring thoughts and feelings reaching a crashing cacophony within the very fibre of his being, the beaten forms before him swimming through his head like a haunting Rust-shark circling for its next meal.

Galvatron felt like he exploded, everything went to a flaming static within his body, all sensors both reaching maximum strength yet shutting down all at the same time, flames danced through his systems and he felt like he was going to melt while simultaneously freezing and twisting.

Sensations and feelings he couldn’t begin to describe surged through him like a herd of Buffaloids fighting the rising swell of a vibrant ocean of fear.

It all ended when it felt like claws ran down his back and through his systems, making his optics and sensors finally come back online with a startling jolt.

“You’ll… come… back… you… can’t…. save… them… you… can’t… save… anyone…”

Unicron finally faded from his processor…

… and he was free…

Time for them all to go… Well… anywhere…