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Blitzwing walked down the empty halls of the Nemesis, his footsteps echoing all over the walls and ringing in his audio receptors. He rubbed his faceplate, trying to shake himself out of the grogginess that came from being so rudely awakened out of recharge… it seemed that Megatron thought that the middle of the lunar cycle was the best idea for a one on one chat… How idiotic…
Why did he even put up with all of this slag in the first place? While he already knew the answer (he had to either put up with it or get a fusion cannon blast through the helm), the question always came up in his processor at least once a cycle, haunting him constantly like a ghost…
His other faces seemed to be quiet this time… maybe they were still having a good recharge. The abrupt awakening probably didn't affect them at all. He couldn't help but feel jealous as he rubbed his optics for what seemed to be the thousandth time.
Oh Primus… he wished he could have more lunar cycles where his recharge wasn’t interrupted by nightmares, the need to purge, or late night training/chats. He hadn't recharged properly in cycles, and it was getting pretty annoying now… He could definitely tell that his processor was being more sluggish, which frustrated him immensely to no end. Blitzwing had noticed that Astrotrain was getting extremely exhausted as well, but that was because he was overworked, constantly being the transporter for the Decepticons and their supplies… with little to no rest at all.
It seemed they were both getting fragged up in the recharge department… Neither of them deserved this! What was it going to take for them to have a break for once???
Ugh. No time to think about that now, he had to get his mindset prepared for something else: Megatron.
Walking down the halls, Blitzwing wondered what would happen during this conversation. Would he and Megatron be able to speak like civilized mechs? Would it devolve into mindless fighting? Or would it be so awkward that neither of them would speak at all? That last one wasn't really much of a possibility, but he had to be prepared for everything that could happen, even the least likely ones. It was better to be prepared for everything, than to dwell on just one possible outcome…
He shook his helm and kept on walking, and walking, and walking… and walking… and…
Wow.
How long had he been down this hall? The walking felt like it was taking much longer than normal to get to Megatron’s office, and Blitzwing swore that he memorized all the passageways of the Nemesis and the time it took to get from place to place. By what he had timed, he should have arrived at Megatron’s office breems ago, but the hall was just going on forever, the doors passing by him over and over again, with no turns or forks… it was like the hall was repeating itself. He also had not seen another con in ages, not Soundwave, not any of the cassettes, not Black Arachnia, not any seeker nor any vehicon, and not even Shockwave, and Blitzwing had always seen him walking around at night, like some cryptid…
Something was definitely wrong here.
But he had to keep walking.
Blitzwing stopped and turned around to look behind him. An endless hallway seemed to stretch out from behind him as well…
He just had to continue forward.
When Blitzwing turned around, he suddenly found himself face to face with a door… that was definitely not there before. It had also been an endless stream of a hallway like it was behind him.
He was definitely going crazy, even more than he already was.
Backing up a little bit away from the door, Blitzwing glanced at the cybertronian script engraved into it, with the Decepticon emblem underneath it.
It said: “MEGATRON, LEADER OF THE DECEPTICONS”
Ah. This was indeed Megatron’s office. Good, no more walking. Blitzwing raised his servo and pressed on the Decepticon emblem. Nothing happened.
Blitzwing frowned, pressing the button again… but still nothing happened.
Huh. It seemed that the doorbell was broken… strange. Wouldn't Megatron have fixed it by now? Maybe it just happened… Guess Blitzwing would have to tell him then.
After a while of standing there… Blitzwing pounded on the door with a heavy knock. A bit of shuffling came from behind the door, then loud booming footsteps that shook up the whole room… and the door opened, showing Megatron on the other side. He towered over the triple changer like a statue, his faceplate molded into a stoic glare.
Even though there was barely any light in the Nemesis because of the lunar cycle encoded into the light system (excluding the glow of the consoles and other things that were on the walls of the ship), Megatron was not shrouded in darkness, instead, he seemed to be a little bit… illuminated?
Must just be the biolights… yet something nagged in the back of Blitzwing’s processor that there was something off with this whole situation…
Eh… No time to think about that.
“Hello Blitzwing.” Megatron spoke, his optics showing no excitement at seeing the triple changer.
“Lord Megatron.” Blitzwing saluted him.
“Why did you bang on the door? There’s a perfectly good doorbell right over there.” Megatron leaned over and pointed at the doorbell, a condescending tone in his voice.
“The doorbell is broken. It won’t ring, no matter how many times I press it.” Blitzwing pressed the doorbell, showing that it wouldn't ring.
“Hm… It was working when I came here a while ago,” Megatron pressed the doorbell himself, “So it just broke when you arrived?”
Blitzwing shrugged, “Yeah… it was like that when I came.”
Megatron then narrowed his optics, “Did you break it?”
Blitzwing’s optics widened, “What?”
“I said… Did you break it?” Megatron’s voice dripped with venom.
“No!” Blitzwing exclaimed, flabbergasted, “Lord Megatron, how could you possibly think I broke it?” He then switched faces, “How would I even be able to break it?”
“You?” Megatron scoffed, “You always find a way to break whatever you touch, even the most indestructible of things.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Don't play dumb. You’re too smart for that slag. Let's go into my office. We need to have a talk.”
Megatron forcefully put his hand on Blitzwing’s shoulder and pushed him into the room quite hard, to the point where Blitzwing almost stumbled and tripped.
Blitzwing switched faces and stared straight at the ground as he put his hands on his knees, trying to soothe the ache that suddenly spiked. Everything felt so confusing… Megatron accused him of breaking the doorbell, then told him he destroyed everything he touched when he said he didn't break it, and then… complemented his intelligence? Huh. Actually, the compliment felt more like a threat…
As he thought about all of this, He could feel Megatron’s presence loom over him like a sword on a thin thread, sending shivers down Blitzwing’s spinal struts. The feeling that something was wrong was at the point of sending off warning signs in his processor, making Blitzwing wonder if he made a mistake going into Megatron’s office…
It seemed that if Blitzwing didn't play his cards right, this meeting would become his worst nightmare.