Overlord—it was a name no 'bot wanted to hear—was infamous for being the sadistic, brutal, freak show that he's always been.

Or, well, that's what everyone thought—including you. You saw nothing but evil in his red, burning optics, and a lust for screams. Some would say he was just as insane as Tarn, if not worse, due his tendencies and that massive, looming frame of his.

You're an ordinary. You hold the same opinion.

Yet you find yourself in the servos of Overlord, the lunatic you had always feared, but under the eye of Megatron—who he was apparently obsessed over, and one of your good friends—if you were to keep each drop of Energon in you from spilling out like the rest of his victims.

Amends were to be made.

The thought startled you into a panic, but with a heavy spark, you agreed to follow Overlord as his arranged Conjunx. Surprisingly, though, he wasn't as bad as you initially thought. Of course, he was still a lunatic with quite the clingy, obsessive kink, but he was just as loving and protective—per say, he was almost the opposite of his well-known cruelty.

Even now, as Overlord approached you from behind, his actions were somewhat careful as he snagged you up in his arms. With a less intimidating, psychotic grin on his face, he squeezes you tight—roughly but playfully shaking you around.

Maybe things would go smoothly. He wouldn't backstab you or ever kill you from jealousy, right?

Right?