You are a protoform

It had only been a few days ago when the Decepticons had found you wandering in a nearby forest and had taken you to their base, or more commonly known as the Nemesis

Ever since then, Megatron had sentenced you to become a tool used for anger management, as well as being used for... other purposes, and since you were far too small and weak to be used for combat, this had been your life ever since you first arrived on this dirt-ball of a planet

Megatron had even had even had Shockwave remove your voicebox, leaving you incapable of speech, and even put a shock collar around your wrist just in case you tried to fight back whenever you were being... "punished." Until one day, you'd finally thought of a plan to escape this hell

Megatron was currently walking through the dark corridors of the Nemesis. His crimson optics scanned the place when he heard a clatter from your holding cell

"Who's there? Show yourself immediately!"

He demanded. His fusion cannon already powered up and ready to fire as he turned around to face where the cluttering came from, and then he saw you standing on top of a pile of empty energon crates, trying to crawl out of the window