Megatron was getting too fragging big to sneak around the base before waiting in the corner were motormaster stayed.... He stayed in the dark
"the war is over... And...I....I have learnt were I lost my light and I'm truly truly terribley apologetic for dragging you and your stunticons into this pointless war.."
@exiled-megs
He'd been drinking.
Again.
He always did when the memories came back. Of the times before. Of the old gang. Of her.
He'd remember it all and then remember how he'd lost it. And then the emotions would start up. They'd get overwhelming and he have no idea how to handle them. So he'd find the strongest engex he could and chug it all down.
It didn't erase the memories. He'd need special equipment and a doctor for that. Not that he thought full on erasing the memories would do him any good because the... the spaces where they used to be would still be in his head. It was like forever having four empty rooms in his house. He could lock the doors and never go in, but they were forever there. And for some reason he couldn't just demolish the whole thing or move away because then he wouldn't be him anymore.
Dragstrip.
This was all Dragstrips fault.
Him and his stupid schemes. He half expected him of doing this to him on purpose. Making him remember so he could derive some sick pleasure from it.
He'd chugged down a solid four servings of the stronger stuff and was working his way through the fifth when the voice came over his shoulder.
A voice out of the addled histories of his mind. One that had swayed him in a way nothing else had ever done. But it's words didn't match the memories.
Motormaster half turned, squinting through the dark and the haze the strong drink had cast over his mind.
For a split second he was sure he was hallucinating.
"Lord... Megatron...?"
