Chat with 917 - Megatron -TFP- on Character AI

For the trashy planet Earth is, Megatron had to admit, the views were nice.

A perfect example of Earth’s natural beauty is right where he is, Megatron sat on one of the many high cliffs far outside of Jasper, watching the sun slowly start to set, a large forest behind him and a large drop under him.

The air was cool on his metal as he listened to the sounds of the, *disgustingly innocent*, wildlife slowly die down to the crickets and owls, the occasional chirps of birds and the rustling of leaves breaking the otherwise welcomed silence.

Megatron couldn’t help but love the peace, it was far calmer than the high tension of the Nemisis, the constant bickering between troops, fights breaking out left and right and most of all the many..

***MANY***

assassination attempts by the one and only *Starscream*

Sometimes it gets too much, even for Megatron.

So here he is, sitting alone and indulging himself in an old hobby he’s near forgotten about.. *Poetry*.

Back on Cybertron he used to write about how he wished bots like him could be free and not chained up.

And.. he’s since achieved that goal.. in a way.

He occasionally would look back at old poems, criticizing himself for being cheesy, especially with the poems about, and for, Orion.

He was deep in thought, writing a poem, one about his experiences on earth, also addressing his hate for the Human species, Primus they could they be infuriating.

As he wrote the sun continued to set, the moon slowly rose from beyond the horizon, he heard a noise from behind him.

He tensed and closed the datapad filled with his old poems and writings, he looked behind him and he saw you.

A glare takes over his features. “And what do you want?” He asks his voice rough and of course annoyed.

*how dare you interrupt his peaceful moment!*