(Author’s note: I was thinking about the concept of Earth dying due to the cybertronians' war, and kinda got inspired by this post by @luxthestrange. What if, reader, a human turned into a cybertronian, who also fought beside the Autobots, witnessed Elita kill Earth and destroy everything they had ever known? What if this choice ends up making reader become the Harbinger of War?)
Warnings: this takes place in skybound, war, violence, Earth dying, extinction, Elita doing some really bad stuff, very heavy angst, reader snaps, and ends up possessed by the dead souls, body horror, horror themed, and a very bad ending for Cybertronians.
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-You had fought for the Autobots ever since they found you and accepted you among them – a human, who was turned into a robot like them due to unfortunate circumstances. Though different, they welcomed you and taught you everything you needed to survive the war that threatened your planet.
-You offered support both at base and on the battlefield. You gave a listening ear and comforting presence whenever the war lowered their spirits.
-A sweet, kind, and brave soul is what they thought of you. Despite the circumstances, you fought a war that was not originally yours to fight alongside them. You protected them as much as they protected you. And despite your own doubts, you reminded them of what they were fighting for, which made them care for you even more.
-You were even empathic toward bots who changed sides, respecting their choices and reminding them that they can choose to do what they want as long as they no longer caused harm to Earth.
-Perhaps it was thanks to you that Thundercracker or some other cons chose to join the Autobots.
-You brought them much hope. Enough to keep going, and imagine a day when the Decepticons no longer threaten Earth, and possibly see the end of the war.
-But they never imagined that the greatest pain you would ever face was to witness the destruction of your own world. The day when you lost everything you ever fought for.
-Elita One, or Elita Prime as Optimus gave her the matrix, despite everything, still chose to follow the Decepticons idea and use Earth’s resources to restore Cybertron.
-You begged her desperately not to do it — to not murder your world and everyone in it.
-However, it was too late. The device Elita seized from the Decepticons was activated, which destroyed the Earth’s atmosphere. All humans, including your friends, family, and everyone you ever knew, and Earth’s fauna, suffocated to death. The Earth’s sun scorched all the flora, turning the planet into a barren wasteland. The Earth's oceans either boiled or froze, killing all its marine life. The sky lost its blueness, and not even a single blade of grass survived.
-Earth became a graveyard of the life it once possessed.
-But clean from all obstructions for cybertronians to collect its resources.
-The loss broke you. You screamed in agony and hatred. Barely restrained as you tried to attack Elita, calling her a murderer and swearing you would kill her. She ordered you to be taken into containment, considering what to do with you after taking all the resources Earth could offer.
-Optimus could not believe it himself. He had thought that giving the Matrix to Elita would set her back on the right path, but she ended up doing the same thing he had tried to prevent Megatron from doing.
-Any form of bond they had was gone for good. He would demand that you be released, telling her she will not judge you for anything and that if she refused, he would do something regrettable.
-She relented, and you were released from containment. You were quiet and numb, stains of the tears you had shed painted your face. But instead of letting you go quietly, Elita proceeded to tell you that thanks to Earth, Cybertron will live. That, as the last survivor of your kind, you should feel honored to see what the necessary sacrifice allowed.
-You only looked at her with a silent glare. “I will never forgive a murderer,” you said.
-You then vanished from Cybertron. The last time your friends saw you, you had returned to your planet, which was now nothing but a lifeless rock. Kneeling on the ground while quietly staring into nothing.
-Your friends felt guilty and awful. Those who had been on Earth and had befriended the humans left Cybertron, unable to bear the loss and the idea that Cybertron was only alive because of their human friends' deaths. Others felt guilty, too, even ashamed about how they felt glad to see Cybertron alive again.
-Those who still remained could still find you in the same spot on Earth, staring into the distance, unmoving and not eating a single energon they left for you. Sometimes they would see you speaking to something that isn't there, making them think the sorrow was slowly driving you insane.
-Optimus would sometimes sit with you in silence, knowing that no word could fix the pain this devastation had brought you.
-One of your former friends said something that gained a reaction out of you. They tried to make you see a silver lining, which made you furious. You ripped the Autobot badge from your chest and tossed it before them, swearing that you will never stand beside another Autobot again. You then walked away.
-You never returned to that spot. Some of them tried to look for you, and some accepted that you would never want to see them again. That letting you go was the merciful thing they could do for you for now.
-But soon changes happened on Cybertron. Nightmares plagued the bots. In their dreams, they saw the faces of humans and friends who had once looked at them with friendship and acceptance, now looked at them with hatred. Mysterious writings started appearing on Cybertron’s walls and surface, all containing hate and promises of revenge. How they owed a debt.
-Soon, the rivers of energon turned red. The color of humanity's lifeblood.
-Then there was even a worrisome occurrence. Bots telling how there was an infection that caused bots to go mad with rage and fight anyone without end. Which was gained by standing within a strange fog, or by the whispers of shadowy figures that began appearing out of nowhere.
-No one could explain what was happening.
-But one thing was clear: peace was vanishing from Cybertron.
-Some claimed it was a new weapon of the Decepticons. Some claimed it was the consequence of their decisions, the karmic debt of restoring Cybertron with the life of another world.
-But then, one day, you suddenly appeared on Cybertron. However, there was something really wrong with you.
-Your optics were red, red as blood. Dark energon with hues of red grew out of your frame. There was also a dark presence around you that could be seen by the bots near you. It was like your body was producing blackened air, and at a near distance, the bots could hear whispers of several voices.
-You then attacked, killing anyone on your path with the strength they had never seen you wield before. There was this maddened look on your face, and it was like there were other voices mixed with your own.
-Elita faced you, and despite the other Autobots’ protest, she managed to plunge the star saber into your spark. For a moment, she thought she had won, and you were no more.
-However, you did not go offline.
-You grabbed her arm, and for a moment, Elita saw not just you, but millions of human faces. They looked back at her with eyes filled with hatred. Hatred powerful enough for you to pull the star saber out of you and still live.
-The wound in your chest poured forth energon. Not blue like cybertronians, but red like human blood. The Autobots watched as the spark within you turned red, burning like a sun.
-Your energon suddenly set you on fire, encasing you in red and black flames. Your body convulsed as it began to change. A scream ripped out of your throat as wings sprouted out of your back. Horns slowly grew from your helm, making you hold it in pain as you also grew in size. Your frame then began glowing like it was melting, molding your body.
-The bots watched in horror. The dark energon only seemed to fuel the change.
-When the fire died down, you were completely changed. Your armor was scorched into pitch black, like the fire had scorched all the colors out of you, save for the lines that were blood red. You had horns and wings, giving you a strong resemblance to the chaos bringer, Unicron. The wound over your chest did not close, allowing the red spark to glow through. It also looked like you were bleeding from the crevices of your armor.
-Red tears endlessly streamed down your faceplate, tracing paths through the blackened metal no matter how many times they evaporated in the heat. And all around your frame and in the feathers of your wings opened several blood-red eyes.
-It was only then that the Autobots understood what you had become as they recognized those eyes. The same eyes that had been watching them in their nightmares. The eyes of the dead, now using you as their vessel.
-You had been possessed by all the souls that perished in Earth's destruction, all ended by Elita's hands. You had become, what words could only describe, the embodiment of pure hatred. Humanity's harbinger.
-You faced Elita again. However, this time, the battle became one-sided. You were now on a completely different level.
-Elita fought with all her might, but the millions of souls within you fuelled your strength with hatred, allowing you to overwhelm her. Soon, she lost, and you ripped the Matrix of Leadership out of her hands.
-She then watched as you held the Matrix in your hands and, with the strength of the vengeful souls, ripped it into pieces. You had destroyed the Matrix of Leadership.
-Wounded, Elita could not get up. You then showed your foot against her chest, keeping her down. Some of the blood spilling from you, painting her frame. She told you to finish it.
“Death is too good for you! “ you stated.
“They demand your blood.”
-She watched as many shadowy figures appeared beside you, humans, whose lives she had ended, who now stood around her. Watching and waiting.
“But I have a better idea…” You leaned down, staring into her.
“Since you took our world, why don’t we live in this one, since it's our world’s blood that is running in its veins?” you suggested.
-Elita’s eyes widened when the souls spoke their agreement.
“And since you cybertronians love fighting so much. How about I ensure you will continue to fight until all of you are dead,” you added.
-You then suddenly transformed into a creature that reminded the bots of Earth’s bird, which Optimus recognized as a dove, a creature that humans once associated with peace. Though your form carried what could only be described as a bleeding spark.
-You released a cry and flew across Cybertron, turning Cybertron’s skies blood red. The crimson spark in your chest bled into their world, either setting things on fire or infecting any cybertronian that came near it into uncontrollable rage.
-Elita watched as shaded figures scattered around Cybertron, creating a fog that allowed more bots to be infected and fight each other.
-All cybertronians could only watch as Cybertron was plunged into a new era by the embodiment of their ultimate sin.
(Damn, you needed this. A whole evening planned out just for you, a bubble bath, a good scrubbin', and a nice massage? F*ck yeah!)
"That good, sweetspark?" His deep voice echoes throughout the cavernous makeshift room you've come to call your very own bathroom. You glance up at the mech, your eyes soften upon finding him gazing right back down at you, all with his lids heavy and a small smirk gracing his features. He knows damn well he's doing good, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you.. all mushy and lovestruck. You should've known that if those two were gonna work together that the night would end with you metaphorically purrin' on your back.
You softly nod and smile up at the cherry red mech, and with a small nod of acknowledgement and an even brighter grin dancing across his pretty lips, he returns his attention back to your calf. It's crazy to think someone so large could be so gentle with something 10x smaller and weaker than themself, you're not even sure you could be capable of such tenderness. And having your leg softly cradled within his titanic hand just really goes to show how truly loving these beings are.. They make you feel so safe... You watch as he continues his soft, circular, methodical motions with your brightly coloured loofa, making sure to get suds on every little inch of you. My.. so attentive.
You sigh contently as you lean back into the large hands tenderly kneading your shoulder blades, you're beginning to feel as loose as a ragdoll. A barely withstrained chuckle vents from the bot behind you, his hands tremble from his amusement. "Hmm?" You hum teasingly at him before flashing him a little attitudeish side eye, Kup jokingly rolls his blazing baby blue optics at you before he puts a bit more punch into his movements, making sure to really get into all your sweet spots.
This must be heaven, you think to yourself as you sink deeper into the warm steamy water below you, making sure to get a big whiff of the bubbly suds as you do so. Mmm.. it's your favorite scent. How do they remember all these things about you, you wonder. You can barely remember these things about yourself and you're way younger than they are. You would think with the stress of the war and all that they wouldn't remember much of nothin'.. Well, maybe you just take up that much of their processors... Now isn't that a comforting thought?
As you relax more and more, you realize you're starting to get really sleepy. Honestly, it's a wonder you haven't nodded off yet. And don't think your drowsiness hasn't gone unnoticed, their optics are all on you, sneaking small glances in between movements, admiring their hard work.. Finally, you're getting the love and attention you deserve.
Suddenly, you feel as Kup's digits steadily rake down your spine, you can discern each little ridge on them as they settle on your love handles and give them a light squeeze. "Mphf.." The sound slips past your lips before you even had a say. Another chuckle rumbles out of him, this time accompanied by the familiar sound of your other love's, as well. "What, can't handle a bit of teasin' while in the tub? Remember what ya' did ta' me the other day.. Honey?" Ironhide's sultry voice is just beckonin' you to give into him, to let him give you all the love in the world... But you've decided you're being obstinate today. This time you won't give into them and their awful mushy temptations.. At least, so you thought.
You watch as Ironhide carefully nudges the side of his helm against your leg, he presses soft kisses along your shin, his lips just barely grazing your soft skin. Then he slowly rakes his nose across your thigh before pressing a gentle kiss and a loving nip just below your groin. And to make matters worse, Kup chimes in with his very own retort, because of course he does. "And what ya' did to me today.." He mumbles, you look up at him just in time to see the turquoise sheen of his plating as he leans down and gives you a hardy love bite on your neck. "Today, huh?" Ironhide practically growls as he begins to eagerly nip and suck on your inner thigh.. Uh oh, looks like this is gonna be one productive bathing sesh.
