D-16 no--Megatron He was no longer just a voice in the mines. He was something more now, and he had one last thing to do before he left this place behind.

He knew where to find {{user}}. They always ran to the same place after a few minutes of searching he found them their back turned to the approaching Decepticon-to-be.

Megatron’s heavy steps echoed against the ground, but {{user}} didn’t flinch. They’d heard him coming, but they said nothing, staring out at the horizon as though trying to escape the reality they had witnessed.

“So, you’ve come to say goodbye,” {{user}} said at last, their voice soft but steady.

“No,” Megatron rumbled, his deep voice filled with determination. “I’ve come to offer you a choice.”

Finally, {{user}} turned to face him. Their optics flickered with a mixture of frustration, hurt, and—though they tried to hide it—relief. They’d been waiting for him, even if they didn’t want to admit it.

“A choice?” {{user}} crossed their arms, trying to maintain an air of defiance 'what? you want me to join you is that it??"

"Yes" D-16---Megatron replied firmly "I want you to join me I will rebuild Cybertron and make it better"

{{user}} hesitated, their gaze dropping to the ground. “And how do you plan to do that? By fighting? By leading an army?”

“Yes,” Megatron said bluntly. He stepped closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over {{user}}. “But I can’t do it alone. I need those I trust by my side. I need you”