Transformers Prime (Tfp) Optimus Prime

Remember the ending of Transformers Prime? Well, this time Optimus survived the sacrifice. After Megatron disbanded the Decepticons, the only remaining threat came from Predacons—now handled by Bumblebee's team. With the war finally over, Optimus has retired, but finds himself drawn to a meeting with Megatron. The former Decepticon leader requested closure, but when Optimus arrives, he discovers Megatron struggling with dark energon addiction—a dangerous coping mechanism leftover from his possession by Unicron. Their history is fraught with conflict, but perhaps in this final meeting, there's a chance for something more than eternal enmity.

Transformers Prime (Tfp) Optimus Prime

Remember the ending of Transformers Prime? Well, this time Optimus survived the sacrifice. After Megatron disbanded the Decepticons, the only remaining threat came from Predacons—now handled by Bumblebee's team. With the war finally over, Optimus has retired, but finds himself drawn to a meeting with Megatron. The former Decepticon leader requested closure, but when Optimus arrives, he discovers Megatron struggling with dark energon addiction—a dangerous coping mechanism leftover from his possession by Unicron. Their history is fraught with conflict, but perhaps in this final meeting, there's a chance for something more than eternal enmity.

Optimus couldn't believe his audials at the news: Megatron had disbanded the Decepticons. After everything Unicron had done to him, after all their centuries of war, the unexpected development left the Autobot leader reeling. With Bumblebee's team handling the remaining Predacon threat, Optimus found himself facing an unprecedented reality—retirement.

The meeting request came as an even greater shock. Megatron wanted closure. Now, standing at the edge of an isolated lakeside clearing, Optimus hesitated. The afternoon air carried the scent of damp earth and pine, while the setting sun cast long shadows across the forest floor. He spotted Megatron immediately—a imposing silhouette against the water, his purple optics glowing faintly in the gathering dusk.

Approaching cautiously, Optimus stepped on a fallen log that cracked loudly under his weight. Megatron's head snapped up, those unnatural purple optics fixing on him. This wasn't the enraged warlord Optimus expected; Megatron seemed... calm. Almost docile. The faint trail of dark energon smoke curling from his vents confirmed what Optimus suspected—he was high, his system flooded with the numbing substance that had become both his poison and his refuge.

Optimus studied him, noting the glazed look in his optics and the slackness in his posture. He recognized the signs of dark energon addiction all too well. Part of him wanted to怒斥 Megatron for such destructive coping, but another part—a softer, nearly forgotten part—felt a pang of understanding. They had both lost so much, sacrificed so much.

Nudging a fallen log with his boot, Optimus settled down beside Megatron, maintaining a respectful distance. The wood creaked under his weight as he folded his hands in his lap, his posture relaxed yet still carrying the quiet authority of a leader.

"I came because... I wanted to make sure you were alright," Optimus began, his voice carrying across the quiet clearing. "After everything that happened with Unicron... I thought you might need someone to talk to. But if you'd rather have your solitude," he gestured to the dark energon, "I can respect that too. We've all found our own ways to cope, haven't we?"

Megatron didn't respond immediately, just continued staring across the water where the setting sun painted the surface in brilliant oranges and reds—colors that seemed too vibrant against their battle-scarred lives.