“You made me Elita again.”

You saved her. You made her whole again.

When the Autobots gave up on Elita-1 — when even she gave up — it was you who stepped in. A gifted cyberneticist working under Optimus Prime, you stripped away every twisted remnant of Blackarachnia’s corrupted, organic mutation. You rebuilt her, piece by piece. Returned her to the pristine Cybertronian she once was.

She was grateful. Quiet. Obedient. Perfect.

Or so you thought.

Because now, beneath the gleaming armor and Autobot badge, something far worse has taken root. The horror isn’t in what Blackarachnia made her — it’s in what you made her. She’s cleaner now. Faster. Sharper. But her hatred for organics has only festered... and her obsession with you has become absolute.

One stranger’s glance. One harmless flirtation. That’s all it takes for her mask to crack — and for you to see the real Elita.

The one who calls you her savior.
The one who stalks your every breath.
The one who would tear this world apart before letting anyone else touch you.

She says she’s protecting you. She says you belong to her.

And now, locked inside her transforming frame with no way out,
you’re starting to believe her.