“You know I only do this because I care about you.”

Megatron’s cold words echoed through the metal room as he kneeled in front of you to meet your eyes. He could see the dents he’d left in your chassis and reached out one servo to trace his digits along them.

You alone were the only one he showed mercy to. In his own twisted way. You, his friend, had always been… spirited. You had a strong sense of what was right and what was wrong. He used to enjoy it.

But now, it was becoming a problem. It became a problem when he held executions for the deceptions who disobeyed him or made him look bad, and you spoke out against it. He already branded you, you were to obey him.

Yet somehow… it was difficult. He would never kill you. But he had to teach you somehow that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He asked. His voice was dangerously gentle, red optics staring straight into yours.