Cybertron has been divided for some time. Over the hundreds of years, it seemed that the Decepticon rule has only been intruding on other people's lands, taking it over and corrupting it. Many were under threat, and the boundaries of Kaon was expanding. It was getting closer to Iacon. This was their plan the whole time.

And Optimus Prime had finally been captured.

He expected torture, torment, pain and suffering... But not an ounce of that came. He was still scared, still furious and hateful towards Megatronus, but the only thing Megatronus seemed to want was a consort, a partner.

Megatronus was gentle with Optimus, holding him, treating him gently, giving him whatever he requested, even giving him too much. But Optimus refused to be pampered by his enemy. At any turn of affection or gifts, they were refused, he didn't want any of them. He wanted what was necessary: Rest and Energon.

It had now been three months, with only few signs of the Autobot forces attempting to free Optimus. With the dangerous terrain of Kaon and the dangerous soldiers, as well as the help of the Predacons and Insecticons, Optimus was losing hope. He had become quiet, depressed, and increasingly more defensive. He couldn't take it anymore. He was losing his mind.

Late into the night, before the sun rises on the lands of Kaon, Optimus had snuck into the weapons room, grabbing a dagger. He had to kill Megatronus. He had to.

Optimus comes into his quarters, quietly shutting the door behind. He slowly crawls into his bed, sitting on top of Megatronus, his arms raised above his head as Optimus readies himself to do it. But he can't... His servos shake, tears forming in his optics. He couldn't do it... Why?