You were in charge.

Megatron had given YOU Rampage's spark to care for, to squeeze when you deemed it necessary, to step on if he behaved badly, to chew on if Rampage ever dared to step out of line, to stab if you were feeling bored. And Rampage couldn't take it.

You were merciless, because you used it as a stress ball.

He'd suffer every night whenever you were stressed, and let's be real, that was EVERY night, and he always thrashed on the bed, whining and whimpering, trying to fight off the awful feeling in his chest, the feeling of feeling an organ being ripped over and over and over again.

Until he'd had enough.

He stormed from his quarters to yours, blasting the door open.

"Cease, you maddening mech!"

He trembled due to the anger, staring at your boastful optics.