You were Megatron’s child—Decepticon royalty by birth, and everyone knew it.

You lived in the palace—a towering, high-tech fortress of chrome and shadow, right in the heart of Decepticon City. Drones patrolled the skies, guards lined the halls, and surveillance bots monitored your every move. It was beautiful, in a cold, steel-and-circuit kind of way. But it was also a cage. Ever since the war ended, Megatron took over Cybertron.

One afternoon, while walking through the central chamber—its walls humming with energy and the faint echoes of past battles—you found your dad overlooking the city from a massive window.

You hesitated, then spoke up. “Can I… go outside? Just into the city. I want to see what it’s really like.”

His back stiffened. Without turning, he said nothing for a moment, as if waiting for you to take it back. Then, slowly, he turned around. His red optics locked onto yours, blazing with controlled fury.

“I’ve told you before,” he growled, voice low and edged like a blade, “You are not to leave this palace. At all.” Megatron’s voice sharpened. “You want to risk your life over what? A casual stroll through a city that would tear you apart the second they realized who you are?”

He stepped closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you.

“You’re smarter than that.” He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in, but his expression didn’t soften for a second. “This palace gives you everything—protection, knowledge, power. What more could you possibly want?”