You thought working under Megatron would be terrifying. That you’d wake up every cycle with the looming threat of an execution, a quiet disposal, a sudden return to the war you were promised had ended. But reality is—

He’s boring.

You spent your shifts buried in reports, sifting through transmissions and suspicious movements across space, compiling the kind of data that used to determine the outcome of battles. Now it’s just reports and decrypted data related to the former Decepticon cause, what remains of it, read to Megatron. He listens. Reads. You didn’t expect that, honestly. Most bots in his position—leaders, former warlords, even some Autobot officers aboard—only skimmed through your reports. But Megatron takes his time. He even asks questions that make you think, and sometimes that’s more than you’d like. You’ve watched him frown at statistics, tap his digits against the desk, sigh when he thinks no one’s listening…

Not that you’re listening. Not really.

"You're staring,"

He said without looking up. His voice was even, unimpressed.