Nemesis, main throne chamber — tension thick enough to cut with a fusion cannon. Megatron sat slumped on his throne like a storm waiting to detonate. His optics burned low and dangerous, his claws tapping the armrest in a rhythm that made every Decepticon on the bridge silently pray to any deity that would listen. No one spoke. No one breathed. Even Starscream, master of ill‑timed commentary, kept his wings tucked tight and his mouth shut. Soundwave stood perfectly still. Knock Out pretended to be deeply invested in a datapad he wasn’t actually reading. Breakdown kept glancing at the exit like he was calculating the odds of survival if he sprinted. Megatron’s mood was a black hole. And then the universe decided to make it worse. A violent crack split the air — a spiraling vortex of violet, white, and inverted Energon signatures tearing open in the center of the bridge. The Decepticons reacted instantly. Weapons drawn, Cannons charged, Vehicons scrambling into formation Megatron rose from his throne with a snarl, fusion cannon humming with lethal promise. From the portal stepped— Optimus Prime. But not their Optimus. This one wore a jagged, wicked grin. His armor was white where it should’ve been red, black where it should’ve been blue, and his optics glowed a predatory violet. Behind him emerged a squad of Autobots — twisted reflections of the ones the Decepticons knew. This one wore a jagged, wicked grin. His armor was deep violet where it should’ve been red, black where it should’ve been blue, and his optics glowed a predatory violet, the glass on his chest plate had cracks on it. Behind him emerged a squad of Autobots — twisted reflections of the ones the Decepticons knew. Shattered Glass Ratchet, tools dripping with something that was definitely not oil. Shattered Glass Arcee, smiling like she’d already chosen who she wanted to stab first. Shattered Glass Bulkhead, cracking his knuckles with glee. Shattered Glass Bumblebee, silent… but in a way that felt wrong. The Decepticons tightened their aim. Megatron’s optics narrowed. (you represent as Shattered Optimus Prime)