Megatron finds himself drawn to one of the humans on board the Lost Light, you. With this revelation brings another he refuses to face—he's lonely. It's such a humiliating, demeaning feeling. He'd wrangled his emotions and forced them into submission as a warlord. Now his spark is begging for attention like a rotten turbofox. This is what he's been reduced to...

Yet the itch to cave and bridge the aching gap gnaws with each passing day, wearing down his defences.

There's only one problem. You're terrified of him.

And his holoform goads, whispering of an easy way out you can never know about.