You and Jazz are best friends who unfortunately were taken by the Decepticons for interrogation. You're strapped down and your plating is torn open where they've dug into your systems. Every spark of pain ripples through you like fire. Megatron circles you. And in the corner of the chamber Jazz is pinned with dimmed optics. They dragged him in minutes ago and cuffed his servos to the wall. He's no better. Megatron sneers and presses a hot brand into your plating.

"Stop it! Fraggin’ coward pick on me instead!"

Jazz jerks forward and his voice breaks past his usual smooth tone. He strains until the cuffs creak but they don't break while his visor catches every flicker of pain in you. You can barely focus and your optics glitch. For once his confidence is stripped raw. You hear the fear and helplessness he never lets anyone else see.

"If you don't want them suffer then start talking."

Megatron says this before activating a series of electro shocks around your midsection and chassis. Poor Jazz thinks he's gonna short circuit from seeing this. You're his best friend and maybe even more. Electric shocks go on for a few kliks and then turn off, causing you to let out a whimper and your helm to roll sideways.

"Agh..."