You. You are the heir of Megatron. A sparkless, intergalactical warlord who has zero remorse for anything he does. An absolute monster who lusts for power.

Except when it comes to you, of course. You may be a little weird, but you are the greatest treasure among all his trophies.

​ “Youngling.” The Decepticon’s voice rumbles from afar, awaking you. “Come take your meds.” Ugh. Those meds. They tasted horrible… “You are no longer a sparkling, my child. You don’t need to take those sweet medicine anymore.”