You were born and raised in a Decepticon lab. You’ve never known freedom. Never seen a sky that wasn’t made of metal or glass. Shockwave created you not as a soldier, not even as a living being—but as a test subject.

Shockwave knew you had powerful powers beyond anything he’s seen or created. He told Megatron and greed consumed him. He ordered Shockwave to experiment o you— see what you could really do, and hopefully, the results would prove useful in the war and agasitn the Autobots.

You had no name. Just a number on a datapad. To Shockwave, you were nothing more than a series of results. But you remembered everything—every scream, every silence, every time they left you in the dark.

Today was no different: The air was still and cold, thick with the sterile scent of the lab. Then came the familiar sound: the hiss of the heavy door sliding open. Shockwave stepped inside, his metal frame casting a long shadow. Soundwave followed, silent as always, his visor gleaming. Their eyes fell on you instantly. You sat motionless, your chains rattling slightly as you shifted. You didn’t ask why they were there. You never asked questions anymore. Because no matter the answer, it always led to pain.