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★Goldy Afternoon★ ([personal profile] wickedlittletown) wrote in [community profile] fandomweekly2022-07-18 11:30 pm

[#143] 2600 °F

Theme Prompt:#143 Nightmare
Title:2600 °F
Fandom:Transformers Cartoon G1
Rating/Warnings:Mature | Canon Typical Graphic Violence / Torture | I guess 'Burning Alive' is a fair warning
Bonus:Yes
Word Count: 712
Summary:Starscream has a nightmare



AN: Once more a one-shot set in the setting of "Love Is A Battlefield". Everything stays the same, expect Bumblebee and Starscream are an item.



He may have been stripped off his weapons, in order to avoid an explosion but within him there was still fuel left and said fuel was burning since quite a while. Therefore he couldn’t be certain how much Fahrenheit the heat in the cell was. It was more likely that is was still below 2600 Fahrenheit but the constant heat from within was certainly causing more damage, speeding up the progress of falling apart and giving the flames easier access to the parts of him that hadn’t begun to melt.

The melting point of Aluminum had been reached a while ago. He could feel the thick silvery metal running over the parts of his body which where still intact. The sound of the drops hitting the floor of the cell was the only sound his audio sensors picked up. Megatron had stopped talking long ago and was just watching in silence. He could feel his optics on him and he wished that he would be able to continue glaring at him but he couldn’t keep his optics open for more than a few astro-seconds.

The floor of the cell was already covered with a thin layer of molten aluminum, which covered the remains of wires, plates and the tools Megatron had left behind. Probably as a silent reminder that in the end he would have the last laugh.

He had chosen a formidable fighter jet as alternative vehicle-mode but right now its advantages backfired and turned against him, delivering unspeakable agony.

He didn’t wanted to scream but the pain when the titanium-carbon alloy he was made of finally began to melt was unbearable. To his dismay he was still conscious. One would have thought that this was highly impossible but maybe this was just a cruel twist of fate that came with him being a Cybertronian.

In this moment he was thankful that he wasn’t able to open his optics since a vicious grin appeared on Megatron’s face.



What Megatron was witnessing was the reward for spending many Earth-hours on the construction and adjustment of this cell. Behind its walls was a complicated system of heaters, which could reach the maximum temperature of close to 6200 Fahrenheit and therefore could melt every metal known to mankind.


The floor could be added to the heating system as well as the ceiling but both cut off from it. It would have speed up the progress and Megatron had intended to prolong Starscream’s end for as long as possible. Just to make him pay for all the times he had tried to take his place but especially for falling in love with Bumblebee and meeting him behind his back. Too bad he hadn’t been able to lure the small Autobot into a trap and make him watch his lover melt away thanks to him.



Bumblebee opened his optics and nearly felt from the resting bench, when he heard Starscream breaking the silence of the night. He sat on the resting bench, panic visible in his optics and the most pained expression Bumblebee had ever seen on his face.
“What’s the matter, dear?” He asked with shaking voice while he managed to lay his hand on Starscream’s upper tight.

Starscream looked at his hands in disbelief, carefully examine his cockpit with his fingertips, just as if he had never been aware of these parts of his body or his body in general, since he continued to look at himself in this strange fashion, all while subconsciously being aware of Bumblebee’s hand on him and the question he had asked him.

“It’s not real. It was just a dream.” Starscream murmured with an unidentifiable tone in his voice, that was somewhere between relieved, strangely broken as if he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and mocking himself for obviously believing that whatever he had dreamed had been reality.

“Starscream?” Bumblebee asked cautiously, since he had no clue how Starscream would react to hearing his name, after he had obviously had a nightmare.
Even he didn’t knew if it would help or cause Starscream to flinch Bumblebee pulled him into a gentle embrace. He was on a loss for words. Astro-seconds later he felt Starscream returning the embrace, as if his life would depend on it.
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[personal profile] badly_knitted 2022-07-19 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
Poor Starscream, what a horrible nightmare =(
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[personal profile] badly_knitted 2022-07-19 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Very scary indeed.
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[personal profile] curiosity 2022-07-19 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy balls!