I HAVE AN IDEA A CONCEPT AN AU
What if Earth was made by the universe to be a Cybertronian hell?
We already established that a unicorn was Earth, right? And it's kind of ironic that their version of the devil is Earth.
But what if we multiple that ×10
This is gonna take place in the IDW transformers universe
What if, in the IDW Transformers series, Earth is the hell the universe created as punishment for all the crimes they committed against life it, specifically breed and created. Destined to forever trap the Cybertronians?
Using organics like humans, disguised as weak beings, lowered their guards, but the butterfly effect happened.
Not only is their grand war over, but humanity caused every single Cybertronian colony to be destroyed, so now their only home planet is earth their hell the universe created just for them.
Humanity and Earth are the catalysts. They ended the war with Cybertronians at a heavy loss; their planets destroyed, a good chunk of their species taken, and the rest forced to deal with humanity and their fear and prejudice as punishment for all the death and fear they caused. The ultimate justice.
The universe gave them Billions if not more years to change.
But they didn't.
The universe doesn't forget.
It creates consequences.
Slowly, through the sins that they create, they piece together their own hell.
Earth
Earth slowly created through out time
A hell that breeds it's own demons.
Until it is fully formed for one purpose.
The cybertonians are pulled in to earth with all its forbidden fruit it's promises and potential.
A species that is weak just like the others they trampled for their war.
Something about earth pulls them in like a temptress only for them to realize something too late.
Earth was their Hell.
Not with pitchforks not with torture.
But fear of a species not unlike them.
One who is driven to anger and war just like them.
But more cruel a reflection of themselves in something they viewed as inferior.
The butterfly effect takes place and humans and earth leave their impact even when the war is over.
Cybertronians take their hell with them and spreads it to others until it causes a catalysts of events.
Ones that cause the death of the colonies they have killed for so long ago.
Until one human drives the knife to their throats. Out of fear for what they have done.
The war. The battle is finally over. They look to the stars of their colonies that once existed.
Cybertron was their heaven that they destroyed from their own own greed. Like Icerus, they flew too close to the sun.
And they landed to the darkest pits of space.
The hell that they themselves forged.
The humans are in fear whispering and slowly killing them.
Every day is penance. Every moment of prejudice, fear, mistrust—it’s the universe whispering:
"This is justice. You burned worlds. Now live on one that breaks you slowly."
