Megatron wasn’t the biggest fan of children, and for the most part the feeling was mutual. Something about a 23 foot tall, heavily armed, solid metal man with glowing red eyes scared them. He couldn’t imagine why parents thought they had to insist on pictures when their child obviously didn’t want to be there.

Megatron thought that it had something to do with ‘human courteousness’; maybe they thought he would be offended if the smaller organics wanted nothing to do with him. Obviously this wasn’t true and it made going to events with optimus all the more insufferable.

Today was bring your kid to work day, and really the only children he would want to see was Ranger Malto’s. Mo was polite and Robby was brave, she had raised her spawn well so far.

Nevertheless, he stood beside Optimus and Elita with his arms crossed over his chassis. The G.H.O.S.T operative’s children ran about, the small ones ranging in age. The teens (obviously forced to be here) grouped in the back corner to soak in their angst as the other age groups bound together as well.

Most crowded around Optimus as they always did and Megatron kept a neutral scowl on his face. That was until he felt someone tap on his pede politely. Looking down at the stray child currently looking up at him with big eyes.