Nightfall's Screams 1

                                    

                                          
Relationship: "The Guardian" and Shockwave
Continuity: A mix of IDW's MTMTE and Aligned. Begins in the twilight hours of the Age of Rust and ends towards Exodus. 
Description: A subspecies concept in the MTMTE series referred to these beings called Roboids, an experiment which Shockwave had completed yet abandoned his findings to begin preparations for his final squabble with the Dinobots following Exodus, which is why it combines Aligned and MTMTE. Mechs of various frame types with sparks more susceptible to reformatting underwent non-consensual modifications and multiple reformats to become earth-like creatures. The one-shot should be about an Equiniod (they're like horsies) and how he came to be. In his journey, there should be a line describing the events of his reformatting, his life before Shockwave's manipulations, mention of "others" and what possibly became of them and whatever else you see fit. Do not think I am limiting you to just this. If you think an Equiniod could possibly survive long enough to participate in the Earth Wars, that's your choice. I do not have any references to what the character should be named or look like, besides like a horse post-modifications, so that's up to you. Hope that helps with the writer's blues bro. 
(Just wanna say that this is probably the juiciest and easiest head cannons I've ever been given as an idea, even with the limitations. I had a lot of fun... maybe too much fun.) 
This part is a bit dull and I didn't quite get to 1000 words. (I had a lot of parts for this but I lost motivation so if anyone else wants to continue it go for it)
Warning: not really fluffy, action and angst, I'm putting the bar at 13  just to be safe but if you're younger and are desensitized to that stuff, I ain't stopping you, (in later parts) non-consensual surgery, non-consensual reformatting, mentions of drug use. 

                          
Today it was relatively quiet in the streets, many preoccupied with the festivities taking place in the Senators palace. The mid-castes and low-castes continue to work, allowing Cybertron to continue to run even as the higher-castes galavanted around with their prestigious galas and wasteful parties. 
                          
He was soft-spoken. Voice radiating with purpose yet unable to be heard afar. It was rarely used and not a tremble was heard within the few words spoken. He was hardly acknowledged, even a single thought pointed in his direction without purpose was rare. He was mid caste, a balance of oppression and privilege. Invisible. Perhaps it is this that attracted Shockwave as he watched from a far. 
                          
Megatron's revolution had only just begun, and the scientist was hunting for new subjects before the good ones were taken. It was difficult to do, being exiled, but he would not allow his experiments to be stopped by anyone. Now, he focused with intent on the one who had caught his attention. 
                          
The mech supposed he was fortunate, having no voice, no face. Merely serving his purpose until he is no longer needed. The world passed by in a blur of colour and sound, nothing truly acknowledged. There was a time that he would strike out, rebellious. A behaviour that now remains a distant memory to the Mech, yet again ignored like most. However, he continued to remind himself that he was lucky. Among his frame type, many were messengers, carrying non-digital cargo between cities. It was a gruelling task with heists performed by members of the uprising revolution regularly occurring, and leaving them the only ones to blame for the loss of property, subsequently ending in their demise. He merely did menial tasks for law enforcement. He does not know why nor does he care. 
                          
It was yet another cycle of quiet travel, the Mech walking with a balance of haste and saunter. This was his life, a never ending cycle of work. It wasn't necessarily hard work, certainly not enough for his frame type, having being built for endurance, but he would never complain. 
Shockwave noted with interest that this Mech carried his weight smoothly, conformation perfectly balanced. There was no obvious signs of recent injury or that he had ever experienced pain at all. In fact, his plating held a certain glint to it unalike the ones he had seen. The glint of an untainted new spark. Just what Shockwave needed. If he were to recognize and feel his emotions, he would feel overjoyed with a tinge of jealousy. Biolights were a perfect mix of bright and dim, even across the Mech's frame. This one was Shockwave's perfect subject. At least externally. Further analysis in the form of a deep scan would confirm but that would require him to get close up, and subsequently, end with him needing to capture the Mech. It would be worth the resources, and with how close Shockwave was to having the right numbers, it would be an easy snatch. However, he would need to have the Mech vulnerable.
                          
And that he would be. 
                          
Passing below a secluded bridge on his usual route, he was alone. It was an overpass bridge for pedestrians, but, being along the outer rim of the main city's housing units, there were few out and about. He had a delivery to make and it was with luck (at least for Shockwave) that the receiver wouldn't be home for it. The Mech had walked right into the spider's web, so to speak. Not that he noticed. He stopped mid-route, reaching down and pulling the delivery details out for review. A Cybertronian masked by darkness slowly approached from behind the Mech. 
                          
As he puts the delivery details away, a small magnetic object latches onto his frame like a scraplet. He doesn't even have the time to turn, EMP flares shooting painful signals across his frame. Electricity. The voltage is more than strong enough to render him unconscious. 
                          
A startled cry. 
                          
A loud clang. 
                          
An easy snatch.