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The Silverscale Arena Ep. 1: December 2020

Chapter 8: The Final Few Days before the End

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Part 17: The Seventh Day/Night

 

When the day finally come, things were normal once more. Pete had forgotten what had come over him, but he couldn’t help but see flashes of a certain possessed bunny hop through the woods. “Damn place is gonna make me ornery. Just…stay calm and everything will sort itself out.”

While he tried to assure himself, Samalla was still on the grass, cum drooling from her mouth. Apparently, Veigar’s cum was so good that she ended up damn-near cum-drunk. Veigar, for his part, was tired, but determined as ever.

“Fine, minion. Lay there like a lout. While I’ll admit that was…ahem…stimulating…” He looked side to side, REALLY hoping nobody was watching that whole thing (though the fact that he had a larger dick than most LoL villains was certainly gratifying). “…I have better things to do.” With that, he headed off into the woods, eager to prove himself.

As for our newly made favorite couple (kinda-sorta), they had found themselves in a new location in the search for resources. Megatron busied himself with patrolling, his optics never wavering…except when to glance at Lilith when they got to a sunny and flowery field. It was…calming. Soothing, even. Nevetheless, the Decepticon never kept his guard down.

Log Entry #4: It’s been a rather chaotic near-week in this realm, but I’ve learned so much in the process. From how to control my powers better, to even meeting an unexpected lover ally in Megatron. I can’t shake off that he has blood on his claws, but…something about him is just…tired, eager to spend time with others, and…he listens to me. There are many factors to consider, but…

“Hey, girly!” CILF suddenly interrupted her from her thoughts, She looked up to the hunkish wolf, whom had his dick proudly out. “You smell like you just had your first time…not sure whom, I mean…there’s only the old man, the half-pint, and the bucket of bolts behind us, but…if we sneak out…I can show how to REALLY make the night come alive. Maybe make an alliance out of it.” He winked.

Lilith couldn’t believe the audacity of this wolf. Sure, she was keen on making more allies than enemies, but to have her body be the thing in exchange? She just turned away. “I’m flattered, really, but I’m not interested. Unless you have a more-“ She was suddenly dick-slapped, coating her in that musk.

“Wasn’t asking. I need pussy right now.” CILF growled, having been pushed to his limit throughout this whole venture.

“I said…NO.” Lilith said more firmly, suddenly charging up energy from the flowers around her. Not enough to wilt them, but with enough power to threaten him with a mighty blast…before a blast of Primordial energy slammed into her, singing her fur and getting Megatron’s attention.

“FOOOLS!” Veigar shouted. “It is time for an extermination of all of my foes! Those who fear me, follow me to victory!”

Before the duo knew it, Megatron jumped in front of them, his treads leaving mini-craters as he snarled at the two foes. “Really? And just how do you plan to do that? Yell at me to death? Too many of my own kind tried that…they were never heard from again.”

“Bitch, you’re yesterday’s model! Fit for the scrap-heap!” CILF yelled, slamming his fist into his leg…only to be shanked on the bladed-part of Megatron’s fusion cannon, jutting through his gut as Lilith recovered.

“Yesterday’s model? A Senator named Proteus told me that. Crushed his brain module in my hand.” The Decepticon was feeling like his old self now, free to let out his massive amounts of pent-up rage upon his foes.

“Never really liked him, but you shall now pay!” With that, Veigar conjured several balls of dark energy to rain down on him, only to be kicked away into the field, CILF’s corpse thrown to his area as well.

Megatron just turned back as he aimed his fusion cannon behind him. “Disappointing. You fools are all talk…and no SHOCK.” With that, he fired, incinerating both bodies and finally putting Veigar out of his misery. At least he hit third base beforehand.

“What just happened?” Lilith clutched her side before witnessing Megatron’s tread-lined foot smash Veigar’s discarded staff.

“Just a few insects. Nothing more. Come on. Let’s get you patched up.” He offered his claw, to which she hopped up on. “Maybe I can actually practice those medical skills I coveted long ago.”

“With those fingers? I think you’d master surgery with ease.” She supposed, cracking something of a smile and doing her best to ignore the smoking pile in the distance. Seemed things were going pretty well, with less competition remaining. Just three enemies and those two.

But that all changed that one night, right as Pete decided to give up the ghost on chasing the possessed anthro bunny and call it a night, sleeping against a log. Samalla, for her part, had finally woken up, but had realized Veigar wasn’t coming back, if his long absence was anything to go by.

“Men…” She muttered, thinking the worst. “Now, how did that damn song go?” She asked herself, remembering that little diddy sung over the horizon by Megatron a day ago.

Speaking of which, Megatron had finished killing a rather rowdy Short-Faced Bear, cooking it over the fire as he awaited Lilith, whom returned after finishing her entry. “And, if we just destabilize the force-field with enough of a concentrated blast…we may be able to glitch this place out and find a way out.”

“You’re brilliant.” Megatron said without thinking about it. His spark was a flutter and he had a good feeling why. Never before had he felt this young and alive, but he had to remember his old life and the life he had to return to. Never get soft, he would tell himself. Yet…he felt at ease right now, relaxing as he offered some meat.

She took it and had a bite, sitting down next to him. “I’m…still a bit on the fence with us rushing into the whole…you know.”

The Decepticon nodded. “It IS a rather large step. I’ve personally never been in a relationship…and I’m millennia old.”

She couldn’t help but blush at that. “You don’t look like it.”

He just gave an optic-roll at that. “You’re only saying that. Sometimes, I feel my age. My spark flickering where it once burned. But you can never keep a good bot down, so they say.” He looked to the night sky, noticing something glowing in it. “There is a belief on organic worlds that a shooting star grants a wish.”

“Pretty much.” Lilith nodded before giving a small smile. “Do you still wish you became a medic?”

“Actually…if it involved sharing space with Blast-Off, no.” He replied. “Confused? Well, he’s this…wait a nanosec…” He peered into the glowing thing that was getting closer…and closer…and closer…

“GET DOWN!” Lilith shouted, the celestial object crashing into where they were, sending them both flying. Like with any sort of peace, it was never built to last around the Decepticon.

And that wasn’t the only fake star crashing into the area. The next three ones converged and glowed purple, as if they were being controlled by a force that DIDN’T belong to Baskerra. “Gragh! What is this?!” He roared, holding Lilith close before realizing there was nowhere to go as the objects drew closer. He let out one last defiant roar before the impact was felt.

A massive explosion nearly woke up damn near everybody, a flash of purple energy and debris flying across the field and knocking into the invisible barrier. It seemed that both combatants were vaporized in the blast, nothing but a hollowed crater and tons of ash left.

Except not. A dome of green energy was covering the middle, but it was fading fast, dust and debris sliding off of it. Megatron opened his optics, only to find himself unharmed. “Impressive, Lilith.” He coughed, looking around. “Their assault has failed.” However, he realized she wasn’t replying. “…Lilith?”

When he looked down, his claws were clutching nothing more than the remains of her annihilated corpse, nothing but ashes in his claws and only scraps of clothing left, including a white ribbon that used to tie it all together. She had given up quite a lot of energy to protect the both of them and even that wasn’t enough to save her from her own demise.

His claws began to twitch, his mind unable to process what just happened. People died on his watch all of the time…not like this. Not in his arms. Not after they had given him the most pleasurable experience in his long miserable life. Not after reminding him of a life he could never have again.

Acererak’s eyes were now emanating from the lifeless husk that was Judy’s body, still in possession of it as he looked upon his handiwork from afar. “I can feel my original self returning…just a little longer and this veil will shatter…and render me complete.” He chuckled as he heard a loud roar of complete anger, disbelief, and even a hint of sorrow.

 

Part 18: The Eighth Day/Night/The Ninth Day

 

Picture this.

You’ve been doing the same job over and over again for Primus-knows how many years and you only enjoyed it for the first five. You never had a weekend. You were betrayed more times than you were befriended. You were locked into a coma in the middle of the sea after witnessing the death of your race literally explode in your face because of a friend-turned-eternal enemy. In that coma, you spent all of it being tormented by your failures. You’re so averse to the mere concept of relaxation, you hired Gigatron to a position of power, which is like sharing office space with a hungry alligator who is somehow a more intelligent and spiteful Donald Trump.

And THEN…the moment you’re allowed at least a few days out of those many years where you can not just relax, but enjoy life as you know it, it all gets torn away from you, because the universe doesn’t think you deserve anything, after all of the sacrifices you made. What do you do?

You don’t get sad. You don’t cry. You certainly don’t give up. You steel yourself. You get even. You get angry. You search fruitlessly for an entire day for the one who did this to you and you will not stop until you have that perpetrator’s head on a pike.

And what after? You remember your original goal. You pretend to those around you that you are not fettered, even if the loss if hurting like Hell deep down. You should be used to it, but you never are. You just feel so tired. But you have to keep going. No matter what. Because it’s all you know how to so much as live a minute.

This is what it’s like to be Megatron. Forever.

As he searched for whomever slighted him in such a way, to no avail (as Acererak was once again holed up in the bunker where he was concocting his convoluted plan), Samalla and Pete were just wandering around, not really having much on their minds except for finding resources to increase their chances of survival.

This continued for hours, everybody going through the motions straight into the night, until Samalla happened upon Pete. “Erm…howdy.” Pete waved his hat, as if hoping still that he didn’t have to get too crazy. He had his hand on the trigger of his revolver, but his instincts told him to defuse the situation the only way he knew how.

The chinchilla said nothing, just blinking at him as she tossed him a grenade. “Nothing personal.” She huffed as Pete fumbled with the explosion, quickly darting back into the shadows and awaiting the kaboom.

“Ah, fiddlesticks.” Pete sighed. “Guess I’ll die.” BOOM! Sure enough, he was no more, at the very least dying with dignity.

Megatron continued his quest to find that damnable being, both for vengeance and the feeling that, if he just kept going, he’d be out of here in no time. In reality, as Acererak fed upon the remains of Pete, his bunny teeth changing into his decaying ones, he was suddenly swallowed by the remake version of a Hunter Gamma while in tank mode.

Alas, that creature wasn’t prepared for a blast that tore through its body and left a fleshy smoking hole in it, the Decepticon in robot mode again. “If you are out there…know that none of you are safe! NONE OF YOU!” He roared, raising his bladed fusion cannon arm to the air. “I will not sleep! I will not stop! Until all…are none!”

He was keen on following his word, still trudging through the arena during the ninth and final day. A day where only three remained. Acererak had finally given up any pretense of hiding. Now was the moment to strike. The moment whatever he had been breeding in the bunker would finally take flight. Horrible screeching/screaming noises could be heard from within.

As for Samalla, she was preparing her sniper rifle, eager to shoot the heads off the final two that remained. “Alright. Come at me, you bitches. I’m ready for you all! You hear me?! I’m rea-“

SLAM! Her life/misery was cut short when Megatron’s tank form ran into her frame, crushing all of her bones and killing her instantly as she fell into the ruins of Shantae’s broken-down truck, the robot transforming. “One down…one to go.” He snarled to himself.

“Ah…you’ve finally come.” A horrible mis-match of the lich and the bunny’s voices called out to him, causing him to turn around and see the bunny standing before him, but her body was warped in places where it shouldn’t have been. Purple portals all around her and even some sheep fluff growing on her tail after she had chugged down some Satyr’s Milk for the heck of it.

He could feel it. THIS was the one that slighted him and slaughtered Lilith that one time. Instantly, Megatron didn’t hesitate, firing his fusion cannon upon the bunny, only for him to dodge and laugh as a shadow began to descend upon the skies. Tears in the fabric of space/time began to appear…the end had finally come…