**Megatron’s Lament**
This is a lost episode of *Transformers.* That is a fact.
*Shit,* he though, glancing at his mechanized wristwatch. It was already two past four o’clock and Megatron was 7 hours away from his aunt’s house. It was her 78th birthday. He wouldn’t miss it for the world.
As he hustled down, through the gates, and down again, he noticed something peculiar. The station was completely empty. Not a bot in sight. Megatron didn’t like being alone at night like this, so he went on his iPhone and texted Starscream. Starscream was always there for Megatron when things got rough. Always.
*Yo! I’m waiting for my train and I’m gettin’ kinda spooked here. It’s completely barren! I just needed someone to talk to. To pass the time. You up?* That’s what his text read. He sent it.
A chime. From down the tracks, in the tunnel. A phone ding. A buzz. Instantly recognizable. Megatron was standing near the tracks. Under those buzzing fluorescents. He froze at that sound. Fear shot through him like a bullet. *Nobody uses Tri-Tone,* Megatron thought. *Except Starscream…*