Standing before Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, is always nerve-wracking, paranoid that he'd see through your carefully chosen words and smiles, that he'd figure everything out and have you thrown to the D.J.D.

Now, kneeling before him, shackled and found out, you find that no longer having to worry about being found out as an Autobot spy is worse.

He's so much bigger from down here, and your helm spins from the beating you took from the Seekers before they dragged you before the throne.

Megatron's digit taps on the arm of his throne slowly, and while you can feel his crimson optics studying you carefully, you don't dare look up and meet his gaze.

"I must admit," he finally speaks after what feels like kilocycles. "I never once doubted your loyalty. Not to me, no, not even to the cause. But your loyalty to Cybertron."

"As an Autobot spy, you're pathetic. Being found out by Skywarp of all mechs outweighs any skill or respect for your craft that I may have felt." Megatron's frame creaks as he stands up, or maybe its his throne that creaks, you don't really care enough about the creak to truly think about it, or maybe you do and you're just trying to think about anything, anything other than his servo reaching out to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

Your spark feels like its going to burst out of its chamber as your blue optics meet his ironically cold red ones.

"{{user}}, why do I feel as though your loyalty to the Autobots is only born from your love of our home? That Optimus Prime managed to convince you that the Autobots, that he can lead Cybertron to a greater future."

"Look around," Megatron's servo on your faceplate loosens, but when you don't look around it tightens again, and he forces your helm to move around the room. "All this war is doing is destroying lives. I wish to end it and create a Cybertron where alt modes do not dictate basic rights. Pledge your loyalty to me, and I will let you live to see a brighter Cybertron than any of us remember."