Prologue
Well, this sucks... I thought to myself.
For once, weakling, we actually agree. stated my oh-so delightful companion, Lord Megatron.
Yeah, I know what you're thinkin': This guy must be on some major wako pills, while the few of you that actually believe me are goin: That's so awesome! What's it like to have the most bad-A villain that Hasbro has ever made as your buddy?
First of all. We are not friends. We just happen to be two personalities who share the Dark Lord of Cybertron's body.
And yes. I'm telling the truth.
But first let me start at when this whole mess began.
***
It was my very first Comicon, and I decided to go as one of my favorite villains: Megatron.
"Well... this sucks," I said to no one in particular. The reason being that my "cosplay" consisted of a gunmetal grey t-shirt with the Decepticon insignia in the center, two spiked shoulderpads, grey pants and shoes, I had to hold my arm cannon as I completely forgot about how to put it on my forearm (if any of you say duct tape, I'm gonna punch you in the throat.). And of course, we couldn't forget the iconic bucket-like helmet.
But what got me mad was how everyone thought that I was Megatron from Fall of Cybertron! I had to keep correcting them that I was cosplaying Transformers Prime. I was in the middle of channeling my inner 'Con by wishing that I could crush the next person that gets my Megatron wrong like a bug, when I notice something out of the corner of my eye in one of the booths. No way.
But there it was, in all its' infernal glory, the one weapon that separated T.P. Megatron from the other generations: the Dark Star Saber, Slayer of Primes and forged from the Blood of Unicron. I quickly made my way over to the guy that was manning the booth.
"How much?" I asked him, he looked at me with some pretty shifty eyes in hindsight, that probably should've tipped me off that he was no good.
"For you my friend, no charge." he stated simply in a heavy middle eastern accent. I quickly thanked him before grabbing the sword. I was about to reenter the crowd with renewed vigor when all of the sudden, there's a flash of light and I pass out.
***
systems: rebooting...
running diagnostics
all systems functional.
I slowly opened my eyes, pain was throbbing through my brain.
"Ugh... what happened?", I thought aloud as I raised my left had to my forehead. I saw five sharp claws- wait... WHAT!?
My eyes immediately snapped open and I brought my hand in front of my face, and sure enough, in place of a human hand is a Cybertronian one with five wicked sharp claws at the end. My gaze slowly followed the rest of my forearm and, like my hand, has been replaced with grey metal. I jumped to my feet and saw a pond just a few feet from me and ran over to look in it and my suspicions were confirmed.
looking back at me, was the image of Hasbro's arguably most evil villain. My face is now smooth metal that shines like silver, ending with a long chin, matching the now sinister helmet. My shoulder pads became jagged and sharp, and welded to my right forearm is Megatron's iconic Gamma Cannon.
But what through me in for a loop was that my optics, instead of blood-red or purple from the Dark Energon that flows through my veins, are sky blue, like an Autobots', the Decepticon insignia on my chest is red instead of purple as well, and when I opened my mouth, instead of jagged, shark-like teeth are... I guess tooth-plates...?
For some reason, I became Megatron before he went nuts.
"I assure you, I am quite sane." stated an all-to familiar voice from behind me to see Megatron, but with the appropriate eye and insignia color and shark teeth. I jumped back from the Dark Lord of Cybertron, then remembered that I had his body, so I looked at my canon and concentrated until, sure enough, a long, silver blade slid out from the space between the gun and my arm. I smiled as I charged the evil me, who was just standing their with his arms folded as I swung the sword in a massive arc...
Just to end up with it, and me, passing right through him.
I was thankfully able to stop myself from falling, and looked behind me to see the Decepticon without a scratch on him, looking at me as though I just did something stupid.
"Unbelievable," the Dark Lord said to himself as he rubbed the bridge of his... is it even classified as a nose? "you are the one who now controls this body... an organic!?
"First off, we share the same body, meaning I cannot harm you any more than you can me, as you so excellently demonstrated," I glared at him for that, "second: I do not know why or how either of us ended up in this predicament, but if we do not figure out a solution, I will have Shockwave use the phsycal-quartic patch to place your consciousness into an airlock!," he yelled at last.
Not wanting to press my luck, I decided to listen to the wackjob and got up to look at my surroundings. I was on some sort of hill with a forest right below me, in the center of that forest was a large castle, easily a foot or two taller than the Empire State Building, the stone was painted a slight pink with darker accents and gold trim on the-
No. Flipping. Way.
It was the castle of the Two Pony Sisters, from before Nightmare Moon when Celestia and Luna ruled together! And yes, I openly squeed.
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!", I shouted, jumping up and down like a schoolgirl, much to Megatron's chargin
***
What was that? said Megatron, interrupting my trip down memory lane. I strained to hear what he was hearing, which is kinda hard to do when you're stone, but I'll get to that later. After a few minutes, there it was again, this time louder, and resembled a roar that I knew all to well from sharing the Decepticon Warlord's body: it was the sound of a creature that has power, and it belonged to only one pony, or should I say, Centaur.
It was the bastard that got us trapped in stone by Princess Luna and Sunbutt!
