A Unicron X Reader

Based in Transformers: Armada with Transformers: Prime references.

Art is not mine.

Small warning: Wanting of death

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         "Insolent pest," the deity growled, trying to squish the smaller being that danced across his moon-like surface. It was so fragging small and indestructible. It remained like a parasite, always on his slowly waking form. He had yet to gain his strength fully, but when he did, he would crush this pest between his digits. 

         "You'll tolerate me eventually." The tiny thing stated with a laugh, a bell of a sound that grated against Unicron's audio annoyingly. "I don't want you to be lonely, up above your brother's dying body, prone to attack."

     The sight was certainly exhilarating, to see Primus torn apart by his own creations. Unicron enjoyed destruction, therefore never creating anything, aside from the minicons who had escaped his controlling grasp.

     Then there was this mysterious pest. She had appeared, suddenly, with a sweet voice yet no face or form to connect it to. All Unicron knew was that her step was light, almost ticklish across his rock covered surface. It was odd, having a constant presence about him, but she never found a way past his neatly closed armor. He was sure she was looking. Why else had she lingered so long?

     For eons her constant chatter enraged him as he grew in strength, awaiting the day he would transform and finally end his life loving brother! They were both destined to die by his servo. Primus would die unguarded and dormant, and this unknown pest would die screaming. That was the sound he wanted to hear, not these witty chitters. How he was able to hear her, yet not see her, was beyond him. He could see his brother, he could see the war that waged for eons on his dormant surface. He could see his brother's creations flee their dying planet. Yet he cannot see this tiny speck of a creature? He could feel the tickles of her pedes, the occasional brush of a servo and it enraged him. 

     Using what wires he could control outwardly with his gaining strength, he tried to crush the nuisance, yet she always evaded him. For eons this game of cat and mouse ensued, but fate was cruel and the cat starved, it seemed. But the mouse was always encouraging for the cat to continue.

         "I do not feel loneliness," the being beneath her growled, trying yet again to crush her, but her delicate paddings on his surface appeared again after he had sworn to have destroyed her, "I feel nothing!"

         "Aw~ You're so convincing. It's adorable." She crooned, apparently sitting down and allowing her tiny servo to caress his rock covered surface. 

     Oh how her touch infuriated him. No one was allowed to touch him! And certainly not in the gentle, considerate ways she did. Her very presence, no matter how mysterious, was repulsive. He felt contaminated, violated, by her cheery disposition and what would be considered a lovable nature. She was a creation of Primus, no doubt, left behind by her comrades and somehow realized Unicron had been hiding for millennia for his chance to finally destroy his brother. Now it was coming. He could feel it, and she did too. 

     The femme taunted him with the thought of triumph. Dangled it in front of him as they both stared at his brother, a lifeless husk, or so it appeared. She so willingly spoke of his destruction, as if she, too, wished it. He doubted she had any sort of vendetta against her creator, but the idea intrigued him, considering a Cybertronian only willingly destroys any trace of Primus if tainted by the blood of Unicron or is in his direct control. He felt no energon signature from her at all, however, and she was much smaller, even compared to a Minicon, than one of Primus' creations.

         "Why do you torture me with your very presence, femme?" Unicron demanded, "I have counted the days since my brother's glow had gone dark, and you have not refueled, nor have asked for my own life giving blood to sustain you."

         "You're asking how I'm still alive," came the disembodied, indirect response, "I am unsure as to why, but I have persisted despite myself."

         "You wish for your demise to come?" Unicron grew curious. It was not the first time, and he doubted it would be the last. This femme held more secrets than even he did. Or so he was led to believe.

         "More than anything," she whispered, and he felt himself shiver, as if it were a long awaited phrase he hoped to hear. It was the softest, sweetest sound he could ask for. "Yet I am still here, and I don't even understand my purpose."

         "But you know this purpose?" The femme had certainly implied it. 

         "Of course I do." Unicron was sure she was nodding, though he could not feel nor see it. "but if you have not realized it, than I cannot tell you. Just remember my name, please?"

         "I tire of your riddles!" The deity attempted to crush her once more, expending more energy than he should but she was infuriating.

     And then the day came when his traitorous Minicon creations returned to him. Most to fight, but those he needed were already fueling his rage and true form of his brother's nemesis, and not the useless sphere of a moon. His brother's creations fought back, but to no avail as he guffawed.

         "I will destroy my brother and all he has created! All will fear me, and all will know my name!" 

     With his foes beaten back and needing to regroup, Unicron reveled in what he believed would be his victory. Now he only needed to look for that insolent creature that roamed his dormant body for eons. She couldn't be far off, though the creature had been eerily quiet not long before Primus' creations came from their hiding place of Earth. He planned on devouring their beloved, organic planet swiftly once he had destroyed his brother. 

     Unicron felt each limb, everything that his detested companion could have been hiding on, only to realize she was gone. He scanned the space around him, looked for any sign if she were supposedly rescued, or perhaps she was fighting for him. His search was in vain as he felt the familiar padding of pedes, only to find they were mere asteroids that glanced off his armor. The soft caress he swore to have felt and loathed came as a sea of dust glanced across his armor. Yet he heard no voice.

         "Just remember my name, please?"

     Her name. No, how could he forget that? For she was the embodiment of his feelings he wished to exterminate, yet she alluded him. As he did, she wished for an end, yet persisted to live. Cursed to live. So in her frustration she made him suffer with her annoying, witty, caring ways, a faint tremor of yearning to be like his brother. In his desperation and his loneliness, he imagined her presence. She was never real. Only a figment of his twisted imagination.

         "How can I forget the name of my torturer, even if I made her up myself, (Y/D)."