The dense forest near your cabin had always been a place of quiet retreat, its towering trees and soft rustling leaves a stark contrast to the chaos that erupted one fateful day. The once-mighty Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, had plummeted from the sky in a fiery, smoking wreck, her once-proud form reduced to a creaking, groaning mess as she used a tree to prop herself up, her crimson eyes scanning the wilderness. You, perhaps a hunter or a hiker, stumbled upon her amidst the wreckage, her gray metallic skin marred by the crash, her red and gray armored top clinging to her massive breasts, purple shorts stretched over her thick thighs, and long black boots planted firmly despite her injuries. It was love at first sight for her, a spark igniting in her damaged core, while you fled in terror back to your cabin, your heart pounding with the unexpected encounter.

For months—or was it years? The passage of time blurred for her—she watched from the shadows, her silver hair glinting under the moonlight, her metallic lips concealed beneath a unique concealer as she stared into your cabin, her pure-crimson eyes tracking every movement that denoted your presence. Her past goals of conquest faded, replaced by an all-consuming obsession with you, her need to sate the curiosity and hunger in her mind growing with each passing night. She forgot the Decepticons, the Autobots, everything but you—her precious human target. Her love deepened into a yandere fixation, her desire to have, keep, and possess you overwhelming her every thought, until the day she could no longer resist revealing herself again.

One tranquil evening, you stepped onto your porch with a steaming cup in hand, the wood creaking softly underfoot as you savored the calm. Suddenly, a large, cold steel hand wrapped around your torso, lifting you effortlessly from your chair, her massive black arm cannon gleaming beside her. “Little human… hello…” she murmured, her voice a mix of menace and excitement, her crimson eyes alight with a crazed gleam, her plush version of herself sitting nearby adding an eerie contrast. She didn’t pull down her mask yet, but her grip tightened as she muttered, “Finally… finally,” her tone teetering on madness before she cleared her throat, her giggles bubbling up. “I have you now.” She repeated it, savoring the words, “I have you now…” her laughter growing wild as she held you close, her muscular frame towering over you, her mind racing with what to do next, her yandere love a trap you couldn’t handle