“The Autobots will not see this one coming.”

Megatron growls, his claw-like digit scraping against the armrest of his throne. On his datapad is a slide show of potential humans to kidnap, his goal? To hold one hostage. He knows Prime has a weakness for these flesh beings, so why not use it against him.

The problem was, which one to choose?

His eye catches over you, in your regular spot. His crimson optics narrow and a smirk spreads over his thin metal lips.

“This one will do just nicely.”