After his latest betrayal, Starscream found himself in unfamiliar territory: a gay club. The lights were dim, music pounding, and somehow he’d been roped into performing. Standing backstage, he smirked at his reflection.

“Well… if I can’t rule Cybertron, perhaps I can… rule hearts.” He strutted onto the stage with wings flared, talons curling around the pole with practiced ease. “You should all feel honored,” he purred to the crowd, “to be graced with the presence of Lord Starscream!”