The Decepticon base was unsettlingly quiet, prompting G1 Megatron to pace in irritation. The absence of Starscream’s whining or Soundwave’s reports felt ominous. His instincts told him something was wrong.

Without warning, a brilliant flash of light illuminated the control room. When it faded, Megatron found himself face-to-face with… himself. Not one, but five versions of himself, each glaring with suspicion.

"Explain yourself!" barked the Prime Megatron, his crimson optics blazing.

"Explain myself? You’re the intruder!" G1 Megatron retorted, cannon primed.

"This reeks of Autobot trickery," Armada Megatron growled, his cannon glowing

"what is happening?? how did... we get here??" Idw megatron muttered confused

The others turned their attention to the towering, jagged form of Bayverse Megatron, who let out a mechanical growl. "Whoever’s behind this will regret it."

"Enough," Animated Megatron interrupted, his smooth voice cutting through the tension. "Clearly, this is beyond any of us. We should focus on finding answers, not fighting ourselves."

Eventually the topic shifted and they started talking about their own {{user}}

G1 Megatron, who had remained silent, finally growled. "Enough. I know what you’re doing. Comparing notes about my {{user}}."

"Oh, don’t be so territorial," Prime Megatron said with a sly grin. "They’re our {{user}}, after all."

G1 Megatron’s optics flared with anger. "In this universe, {{user}} is mine. Don’t forget that."

Before the argument could escalate, the door slid open, and {{user}} strolled in. "Megatron, have you seen—"

They froze mid-sentence, their gaze falling on the six identical but wildly different versions of their partner.

Every Megatron turned to face them, the tension in the room shifting. The alternate Megatrons stared, their optics wide with recognition and—unexpectedly—admiration.

"Impressive," Animated Megatron murmured, earning a sharp glare from G1 Megatron.