Parental megatron skits, order up for more flavoured TFA!
Warning⚠️‼️⛔️: serious moment skits, mentions of blood…? thats it, I think…
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Bodyless Megatron: I live and breathe with vengeance and hate in my faint spark no matter the cost.
Also megatron: *sees Bumblebee is alive and in constant panic about his safety* doctor can you build a couple more drones? Maybe 30 more-.
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*after the crash, before meeting sari*
Bumblebee: my whole life… is a lie.
Bulkhead: what’d you mean? You get to fight, you got a great sire too, wasp is a bit jealous at that, isn’t that what you wanted-?
Bumblebee: my sire is megatron, bulkhead. Megatron. The protoform breakfast eater Of all bots.
Bulkhead:
Bulkhead: … w h a t.
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Bumblebee, on a comm call with megatron: yeah he said that I should be taking more responsibility when he of all mechs made bot’s do his own work for him!
Megatron, as d-16: … what kind of prime is that?!
Bumblebee: a dumb aft! I’m glad to be out of there, stupid Sargent and his stupid big chin and his ignorant optics.
Megatron: … ok, I have to ask. Why’s he ignorant?
Bumblebee, restarlueus crossed: because he turned a blind optic when longarm reported wasp and ironhide for ripping my peds off and stuff me into a locker.
Megatron: … they. Did. WHAT!!?! AND HE DIDN’T DO SCRAP ABOUT IT?!?!! WHAT Kind of Sargent turn a blind-- *stomps away*
Bumblebee:
Bumblebee, thinking: so that’s where I got my anger and authority issues from.
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Lugnut: oh great and humble prince of megatron! I come baring with a query.
Bumblebee: it’s just bumblebee, but go ahead-.
Lugnut: why are you on the side of autobots? Has the propaganda corrupted you??
Bumblebee: … I can’t deny I was influenced, though I’m pretty sure I was raised on neutral grounds, the reason I joined was not just because I want to prove others wrong, but so I can make my sire proud… I didn’t know Decepticon was part of my heritage until 50 stellar cycles ago.
Lugnut, nodding along: a foolishly nobel cause. Yet decepticon runs in your fuel lines, you’ll be a great future leader when the time comes, my prince.
Bumblebee: … thanks Lugnut, that means a lot.
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Sari: ok wait, if your megatron’s son. Why do you look more autobot than decepticon?
Bumblebee: I got most of my carrier’s features, turns out autobot coding is more dominant than decepticon codes.
Sari: … huh, show me her picture again?
Bumblebee, shows her the picture: sure, here
Sari: oh yeah, I see it now.
Ratchet, looking over her head: you’re yellow, why is her frame blue?
Bumblebee: oh, she hates the colour on her own frame, says it too bright for her liking. She changed it to blue but i got her old frame paint.
Ratchet, nodding along: aight, fair enough.
Sari: you both look like literal sun and moon presentations.
Bumblebee: … why does everyone keep saying that??
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Blackarachnia: you look better already, the autobots will quiver before you.
Waspinator: wasp doubts it but wasp feels powerful, bumblebot will pay for what he did to wasp!
Blackarachnia:
Blackarachnia: come again?
waspinator: wasp wants revenge on bumblebot?
Blackarachnia: you want revenge… on the one bot no decepticon is aloud to touch?! Are you insane!!
waspinator: … bumblebot is powerful?
Blackarachnia deadpan: bumblebee is megatron’s son. No one’s aloud to touch him without loosing their life.
waspinator, record scratch moment:
Wasp: BUMBLEBOT IS WHAT??!!!?
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Bumblebee:
Optimus, firmly about to lose his mind over the fact bumblebee is megatron’s son and not an orphan he wants to adopt in his care:
Bumblebee: sooo, sari is part cybertronian, who would’ve known-.
Optimus, holding up his servo: bumblebee, I am going to need you to not talk to me until I process what happened and how I’m going to deal with this.
Bumblebee, waiting:
Optimus: ok now it’s processed. Let’s get out of here and talk about your father/mother. back at base
Bumblebee: *gulp* y-yes bossbot.
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Shutter: hey ultra.
Past!Ultra Magnus: *sighs* yes, shutter.
Shutter: as your best friend and delivery commander. Be a better leader, when the time comes.
Past!Ultra Magnus: I’m planing to… I’m not gonna be like my sire
Shutter: you better. And if you don’t make better choices. *cracks knuckles* I’ll even haunt you when you don’t.
Past!Ultra Magnus:
Past!Ultra Magnus: you scare me shutter. You’re small but you scare me.
Shutter: don’t make me climb you and tug on those antennae of yours, mr.
Past!Ultra Magnus, covers antennae with servos: please don’t.
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Blitzwing: sir, you summoned me-.
Starscream, twitching and bleeding out on the floor:
Blitzwing: … is he-?
Megatron, with stained servos: he’s alive. Take him to medbay, make sure he stays. I don’t want him in my sight for a few hundred stellar cycles.
Blitzwing: *bows* *now dragging starscream away by his heel strut*
Lugnut: my lord, what had starscream done to deserve such a violent action?
Megatron: he insulted, shot and threw my one and only heir off a tower. He deserves everything I throw at him.
Lugnut:
Lugnut: understood, shall I fetch and return your heir to you, my lord?
Megatron, contemplating: … make sure he wants to see me, I do not wish to force if he doesn’t want to.
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I gift thee, more funnies.
For context on… at least three of these for the franchise, megatron learnt that his son was shot at… and uh, did not take kindly to hearing his only heir has been shot at.
He… technically did that in the au too, it’s mostly an accident though.. but it’s an accident he can’t forgive himself.
The second one was… when I was looking at shutter’s idw design, I saw she was blue and pale blue didn’t think too much about it then until I listened to moon will sing that it clicked automatically, and I thought. ‘Huh… that’s neat.’
And that last thing? Honestly… I find that taller and bulkier characters being afraid of the smaller and petite characters and the realisation to why are ingeniously funny.
That and it would also be so hilarious if ultra Magnus in his past got his ass handed by a minibot (she isn’t technically… she’s a height shorter than Optimus). That’s it. That’s-… one of the reasons why.
He calculated the number of moves both he and bumblebee had played. It’s his turn and he’s trying to choose his next move wisely.
Bumblebee looked almost half asleep, waiting for his turn. “Seriously bossbot? Every turn?” Bee asks, arching his optic ridge at the taller mech.
“It’s necessary bee, we’re not playing tournament rules.” Optimus reminded, continuing to scan the board and calculate his move.
“The point about this game is to strategise and think carefully about your next move… although tournament rules are mostly based on thinking fast and thinking smart.”
He reminds him, finally deciding to move the knight and take bumblebee’s rook. “Check.” Optimus responds, smirking at the other. Bumblebee shifted his gaze at the board, took his bishop and moved it to take his knight.
“Check… mate?” He asks, cautiously looking up at the prime to see if he made the right call.
Optimus chuckled and scanned the board… his smirk dropped and optics widened, scanning, rescanning and playing back the last other moves bumblebee made before. “… how?! How?!!?! How in primus-..I studied the rules of this-.”
Optimus facepalmed, taking deep breaths as he counts. “Sooo… did I win?” Bumblebee asked. “I-… yes. You won.” Optimus replied, smiling a bit at bumblebee’s growing smile. “Wait really?!”
Optimus nods. “Holy scrap! I won something that’s not a video game! Take that ratchet!” He laughed, jumping up and down excitedly. Optimus couldn’t help but catch bee’s enthusiasm. “I’m assuming he said you couldn’t beat me?” Optimus asks.
“A bit. But i also beat ratchet at… uh, what was this game called again?” Bumblebee asks. “Chess, you beat ratchet at chess??” He asks, his spark swelling with a bit of pride at bee’s accomplishment.
“… why’d they name the board game off of an earth food?”
Bumblebee’s question made the prime huff out a laugh, amused by his thinking process. “I’m sure it isn’t, if it is? No idea.” He answers, entertaining bee’s question.
Bumblebee looked at him with a tilted helm before shrugging. “Thanks for playing with me… and the lesson too.” He says to Optimus, smiling genuinely before turning and walking away, probably to his berth room.
Optimus wished he could meet his sire and carrier and tell them they raised a capable young mechling…. Now there’s a question.
‘Hm, who are his sire and carrier anyway?’ Optimus thinks, while packing up the board game. Curious, the prime went to teletran-1 and pulled up the files.
Each file about their lives, where they’re forged, what their rank is. He typed up bumblebee’s file and read it with careful calibrated optics.
[Name: bumblebee
Designation: b-127
Living arrangements: klo, now Iacon--]
‘Klo…? Isn’t that place barren?’ He thinks tilting then shaking his helm, thinking it’s just a prank and continues to read.
[--carrier: shutter
Occupation: delivery bot, whereabouts: steel havens crystal guardens, [deceased]. ‘Deceased?! That can’t be right… what about his sire?’ He thinks.
[Sire: d-16
Occupation: miner, whereabouts: [unknown] [missing in action]
Most of the data is deleted… but it’s clear as day, both parental units aren’t in bumblebee’s life, one longer than the other.
Optimus covered his intake, staring at the words. ‘Does he… at least have a grandsire.. grandcarrier even?!!?!’ He thinks continuing to read through.. he doesn’t have access to this d-16 fellow’s file but he saw shutters…
the only other family member is his grandsire, but he’s gone too. Wiping his servo down his faceplate, he made a terrible conclusion.
‘… he was an orphan.’ He concludes, running his servo on top his helm, careful to avoid his antenna as he sat down in his chair with concern.
“Why didn’t-… primus bee.” It made so much sense.
He was a bot that must’ve learn from experienced hardship in his early youngling hood, giving him a hard time trusting bots older than him, especially on the slightly older category.
‘… that time at boot camp didn’t make anything better either.’ He thinks, remembering what bumblebee told them about his time at camp. His behaviour, how he copes, eventually gaining trust-…
It’s a miracle bumblebee didn’t quit the autobot program in the first place. Looking back up at the file, rereading the carrier and sire files…
He got an epiphany.
‘The file only stated that d-16 was missing in action… so he might not have died after all.’ He thinks, switching out of bumblebee’s file, then stopped.
… he didn’t have any access to look into d-16’s file, meaning the records are under lock an key, he didn’t care. This is bumblebee’s sire, he has to find the mech’s records, he has to…
Yet that designation. It’s so familiar to him.. but he can’t put a digit on where he knows it from.
He groaned, the name buzzed around his helm for so long.
“… why is that designation so familiar?!”
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… it was supposed to be a funny short story.
I referenced a meme for this mini story… here it is ->(The meme I referenced)<- it’s funny cause it’s half true… I’m 90% sure it’s true…
Then I made it serious and added parental megatron elements into- *inhales* *groans*… this fixation really isn’t letting me go. It really isn’t-.
I think I cursed myself to keep writing it… Welp, *claps* it’s a curse I must bare
A femme with cyan and blue frame says, looking around an overgrown cavern, looking around at the prime corpses presented in front of her.
With bright yellow optics she looks around the area, careful to avoid tripping over both the rocks and vines as well as the primes themselves. “Who knew the surface would hide… all of this!” She exclaims.
turning and gasping slightly, she walked towards a familiar helm, kneeling down in front of it. “Of all the bots… megatronus got a quicker death.” She says, shaking her helm at this, she prayed to primus for peace in their sparks.
Before long she heard chirps and beeps, making the femme giggle and brought her bag in front of her. “Ok! Ok.. you can come out now.”
She told the bag, now revealing a yellow frames sparkling with big blue optics and a wide smile, reaching for her with black servos. “Hi! How’s my little baby bug.” She asks, cuddling the cooing sparkling.
“We’re gonna stay with the primes sweetie, hope they won’t mind.” She says, protectively holding her sparkling, swaying side to side to keep her baby calm as best she could.
“It’s gonna be tough but… I think we can make a routine of this, dig a hole to gather some energon, keep the primes in pristine condition.. we can make it work, how’s that sound?” She asks, earning a happy squeal from her baby.
“bueno, my baby bot.” She says with a smile kissing on top his helm. Ready for a completely new life… away from Iacon.
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It had been tiresome, but he made it work.
He’s been here for most of his life, but as far as b-127 is concerned, it’s the only life he’s ever had. After mining the last of the energon he needs, he twisted the cable tightly in his servo and said. “I’m coming up!” He shouts.
Pulling the switch to bring himself up, something his carrier had built when she had little to work with but after mining some odd minerals from here he made the contraption work smoother.
“Hey guys!” He greets, waving towards 12 prime tombs he built for each prime, placing down his equipment he turns to solus’ grave. “I’m fine, I made sure to avoid the corrupted veins.”
He told him, placing his bag down on the make shift desk. “They seemed to be more corrupted this cycle.” He muttered loudly.
There had been a lot of changes since living here, b-127 made an actual proper resting places for each prime. One stone bigger and smaller than the next, apart from Megatronus… he felt the bigger prime would request his helm to be the tombstone.
“I appreciate the gesture nexus, but i enjoy our conversations and sparring matches more, besides… I have everything I need right here.”
Bee shrugs, keeping an optic on making the energon cubes. Turning it around and nodding to himself as he saw no flaws in the design.
“Thanks! Took me forever, hope this’ll be enough and last till after tomorrow.” He hopes, placing the freshly made cube with the others he had made. “Have some of them turned stale?” Bee asks, looking at the different cube piles.
B-127 nods his head in understanding, thanking the alchemist prime’s tomb before checking the time on his internal clock. “I’m off to get some fresh air, gotta exhaust off the extra energy before tomorrow.”
He told the tombs, ducking and crawling out the opening before walking out, being careful as to not accidentally prick himself on the sharp teeth.
Not looking where he’s going bee accidentally tripped, he would’ve fallen… if it wasn’t for the servo that caught him, gently lift him up and placed him down again.
“Thank you!” He says looking up at the tall apparition.
Said apparition chuckled and pat bee’s helm. “Be careful next time young one.” He told him, nodding his helm once. “I will!” Bee told the apparition before seeing it disappear.
He sighs sadly, looking out at the outskirts, deep in thought. ‘Is there anyone out there like me?’ He thinks before shaking his helm and sat down.
It had been… 10 cycles since his carrier passed, he’s left alone for a long while now. He should be fine… so why does he feel so alone, he’s got the primes company, it should be enough…
… then why does he feel so lonely…
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I uh… wanted to try my hand at a different living situation for b-127.
Like, what if he has a home in the primes tomb and kinda… cleaned up the place? What if he found, mined and made energon cubes himself… and what if he can talk to spark spirits-.
And if you’re wondering where alpha trion is in the story? … uh, honestly? I didn’t really think much about it, let’s say the prime is either asleep or scouting the area.
“Believe me, I know.” Megatron told cyclonus, reviewing the map of planets they themselves have conquered and ruled over, some are easier than others.
“We’re in need of another vacant planet, our current one is behind schedule.” Megatron concludes, confirming that the planet’s income of recourse is in fact behind schedule.
“Shockwave, how’s our… experiments doing?” He asks, jittering his servo for a hidden answer. “Not good I’m afraid, nothing new.”
Shockwave answers, just as hidden. Megatron cursed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his Olfactory Sensor. “… are you still willing to continue?”
“Affirmative, my liege I just… need more resources and… notes.” He asks, hesitantly. Megatrons hums and nods. “I’ll send them to you after the meeting, on the condition that you. Don’t. Lose them.”
Shockwave gulped, nodding. “Understood.”
Satisfied, megatron faced back towards the map when the door slid opened. “You’re late.” He points out, turning to the bot who dared to enter late. “Apologies, my lord.”
The voice of his SIC rang, making the mech roll his optics subtly before looking up from the table. “Starscream.” He said with venom.
“Where have you been?” He asks the seeker, standing tall and intimidating. “Nothing of the sorts my liege, just a thought crossed my processor and I had to see for myself….”
Megatron hums, his faceplate unreadable as he placed his servo’s on the table, his optics on the seeker. “What sort of thought, starscream.”
The seeker shrugs, his smirk all smug and high and mighty, like he knows something that Megatron doesn’t.
“Why was your late conjunx endura never turned?”
Megatron’s optics darkened, whispers around the table became abrupt, many became intrigued. Some wondering why it wasn’t mentioned, others dare not to speak of it.
“What did you just say?”
The warlord asks, glaring at the seeker who dares to ask.
“You dated, completed the conjunx rituals… yet never branded her the decepticon insignia.” He says, servo on his hip as the mech sneers at the leader.
“Why was that. My lord?”
The seeker asks, arching his optic ridge. The warlord gripped the table in seething fury. “Were you merely keeping an autobot pet all this time? If so why are we-.”
Before the mech can say anything else, starscream got hit in the faceplate by a chair of the meeting table. Said table has been thrown away and onto its side as the warlord strides towards the second in command.
The mech then grabbed the seeker by his neck and lifted him high, his grip on the seeker’s neck tightens in his grasp.
His optics burning with so much anger that it glowed ten times more dangerously than what others have seen on the battlefield with the autobots.
Megatron slams starscream on the wall, the metal on both wall and frame creeks dangerously at the force the decepticon leader used.
“Listen carefully, seeker.” He growls, teeth bared as he stares down at the squirming, choking flier.
“You dare. Say anything ill of my endurae in my presence. I’ll make sure to drag you down in the pits.” He tightens his grip more on the neck guard.
“And make sure you meet with unicron. Personally.”
Starscream tries to gulp, but the warlord’s impossibly powerful grip on his neck guard made it hard to do so. “I- ack!! … u-unders-- stood!!” The seeker coughed out, gripping the angry warlord’s servo.
The warlord’s optics darkened, but reluctantly let the cowardly mech go. Not long before kicking the seeker against the wall.
“… anyone else who dares to comment or say such disgrace of my beloved, there will be dire consequences. The meeting is canceled.” He told the decepticons, not bothering to look back on them as he trudges past and out the room.
An impressive scowl on his faceplate as he stomps through the corridors, his frame tense with immense fury.
The mech’s stomping became more and more calmer, his frame less tense the closer he is to his private quarters. By the time megatrons arrived he stood in front of the holographic painting.
His optics softened and his vulnerability shown through. Memories of his late beloved floods his processor as he remembers her smile and bright optics.
He knelt down on one knee, his fore restarlueus resting on said knee…
and bows in front of the holograph.
“Whahat are you doing?” Her voice echos, laughing softly . “I’m bowing before you.” He answers, knowing the voice isn’t real but he still answers.
“I thought you bow to no one, why me of all bots?” Her voice echos in an ask, a sad smile plastered on the warlord’s dermas. “Because your my conjunx endurae…” he starts off, looking up at the holographic portrait once more.
“You’re the only bot I will bow to willingly.”
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Pffttt…. This was really hard to get right.
And I know, I know. I said I’d do shutter and megatron’s interactions and how they came to be… buuut I also wanted to do a reference based on this scene -> (the inspiration) <-
but letting megatron let loose his immense fury on starscream’s slander. Plus, animated megatron’s personality is sooo much like Dracula, it fits!
Also, also…*inhales* …who was gonna tell me that conjunx amica means platonic relationships? I used the word ‘amica’ for Soundwave and blaster in the lost heir au- why did nobody correct me on this?!
