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raisedbymoogles) wrote2020-04-28 11:47 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2020-04-28 11:47 pm
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Ficbit: Kingdom Hearts/Beast Wars/Shattered Glass-ish crossover
I know, I know, what's happened to me? Two ficbits in two days? Clearly quarantine's starting to agree with me. XD
Features my OC Alexis, who is profiled here and appears in the same crossover capacity here and here. I gave her a Keyblade in this ficbit because EVERYBODY GETS A KEYBLADE, I guess. XD
*
“So here’s where you wound up.”
Despite Optimus’s best efforts, it was Alexis who had made it through the door first, and from that hostile tone whoever she’d met was not the friendly sorcerer they’d heard about. There were only a few Heartless between him and the door now, and Rattrap was clearing out the stragglers left behind; he lauched himself into one last surge, twin swords ripping the darkness asunder before him. The Heartless fell away, their hearts released skyward, and then he was through the doorway.
Alexis was there, Keyblade at the ready. Before her, draped in an embroidered robe so long it brushed the floor-
“Megatron!?” Optimus burst out. “What are you doing here?”
Megatron’s optics flicked from Alexis to Optimus, wide with surprise and - not a hint of recognition. “Who-”
“Well, if it ain’t ol’ Grape Face.” Rattrap, his sense of timing impeccable as usual, sauntered into view at Alexis’s other side, pistol at the ready - so Optimus could see out of the side of his optic, but he didn’t dare pull his attention away from their enemy. “I’d say it’s nice to see a familiar face in all this slag,” Rattrap continued at a deceptively lazy drawl, “but this face I woulda been happy to forget.”
“So would I,” Optimus agreed, and took a stance he’d learned from Dinobot, one sword pointed unerringly to Megatron’s optic. “But we’ve stopped you before on one world and we’ll defend any number of worlds to halt your twisted ambition!”
Megatron’s optics flicked again between them, uncharacteristically silent, his hands conspicuously open and weaponless. At length he smiled, a wry expression that was softer than Optimus had ever seen on him.
“I take it,” he said, “you three are familiar with my… alternate.”
“Your what?”
*
Either Megatron was in fact an incredible actor, or this really was a different person with the same form. Optimus was starting to lean towards the latter - despite Rattrap needling him for an hour, the enrobed Megatron had yet to lose an ounce of patience.
“My world was destroyed, swallowed by darkness,” he explained, his gaze drifting somewhere far away, “as I expect yours was, but somehow I escaped the same fate. I eventually found my way here, and began my studies regarding the hearts of worlds in order to search for a way they might be restored.” He waved a hand to indicate his chamber, filled floor to ceiling with arcane objects and shelves full of books. “The life of a scholar suits me, I find. And my small talents in sorcery can often be of aid to the odd traveling Keyblade wielder who comes my way.” He inclined his head to Alexis, who ducked her head uncomfortably.
“We did come here for help,” she admitted. “I still don’t know what I’m doing with my Keyblade, not really. I know we didn’t make the greatest first impression, but…”
“Already forgotten,” Megatron assured her, and the gentleness in that voice was itself a shock. “Let me see what I have in my library.”
He rose from the table, his robe swishing out behind him as he turned to bustle about his books. Rattrap watched him in undisguised fascination. “Megatron the librarian,” he muttered. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder.”
Optimus kicked him under the table - shut up, Rattrap - but he was privately in agreement. Sitting in a room being gently lectured by a quiet, bookish Megatron felt like the world crumbling out from under him all over again. Between them, Alexis made a soft noise and covered her mouth; Optimus reached out to her, worried by her sudden stricken impression.
“I just had a scary thought,” the young human confessed. “If this is a good Megatron… does that imply there’s an evil you?”
“Oh.” Optimus sank back. “That - is a scary thought.”
“My nemesis has not been seen nor heard from since the day my world fell, to my knowledge,” Megatron answered them both, without looking up from the book he was flipping through. “My fellow sorcerers think it likely he was lost to darkness, and for the sake of the worlds, I rather hope it’s true.”
Optimus blinked at the robed figure, but Megatron didn’t turn. For the first time Optimus found himself contemplating how their ‘first impression’ must have appeared to this Megatron: an evil Optimus, an evil Rattrap, even an evil Alexis bursting into his sanctum with weapons drawn. It was a shock that he hadn’t made a single move to defend himself.
Then again, he was apparently a sorcerer. Sorcerers were never truly unarmed.
Features my OC Alexis, who is profiled here and appears in the same crossover capacity here and here. I gave her a Keyblade in this ficbit because EVERYBODY GETS A KEYBLADE, I guess. XD
*
“So here’s where you wound up.”
Despite Optimus’s best efforts, it was Alexis who had made it through the door first, and from that hostile tone whoever she’d met was not the friendly sorcerer they’d heard about. There were only a few Heartless between him and the door now, and Rattrap was clearing out the stragglers left behind; he lauched himself into one last surge, twin swords ripping the darkness asunder before him. The Heartless fell away, their hearts released skyward, and then he was through the doorway.
Alexis was there, Keyblade at the ready. Before her, draped in an embroidered robe so long it brushed the floor-
“Megatron!?” Optimus burst out. “What are you doing here?”
Megatron’s optics flicked from Alexis to Optimus, wide with surprise and - not a hint of recognition. “Who-”
“Well, if it ain’t ol’ Grape Face.” Rattrap, his sense of timing impeccable as usual, sauntered into view at Alexis’s other side, pistol at the ready - so Optimus could see out of the side of his optic, but he didn’t dare pull his attention away from their enemy. “I’d say it’s nice to see a familiar face in all this slag,” Rattrap continued at a deceptively lazy drawl, “but this face I woulda been happy to forget.”
“So would I,” Optimus agreed, and took a stance he’d learned from Dinobot, one sword pointed unerringly to Megatron’s optic. “But we’ve stopped you before on one world and we’ll defend any number of worlds to halt your twisted ambition!”
Megatron’s optics flicked again between them, uncharacteristically silent, his hands conspicuously open and weaponless. At length he smiled, a wry expression that was softer than Optimus had ever seen on him.
“I take it,” he said, “you three are familiar with my… alternate.”
“Your what?”
*
Either Megatron was in fact an incredible actor, or this really was a different person with the same form. Optimus was starting to lean towards the latter - despite Rattrap needling him for an hour, the enrobed Megatron had yet to lose an ounce of patience.
“My world was destroyed, swallowed by darkness,” he explained, his gaze drifting somewhere far away, “as I expect yours was, but somehow I escaped the same fate. I eventually found my way here, and began my studies regarding the hearts of worlds in order to search for a way they might be restored.” He waved a hand to indicate his chamber, filled floor to ceiling with arcane objects and shelves full of books. “The life of a scholar suits me, I find. And my small talents in sorcery can often be of aid to the odd traveling Keyblade wielder who comes my way.” He inclined his head to Alexis, who ducked her head uncomfortably.
“We did come here for help,” she admitted. “I still don’t know what I’m doing with my Keyblade, not really. I know we didn’t make the greatest first impression, but…”
“Already forgotten,” Megatron assured her, and the gentleness in that voice was itself a shock. “Let me see what I have in my library.”
He rose from the table, his robe swishing out behind him as he turned to bustle about his books. Rattrap watched him in undisguised fascination. “Megatron the librarian,” he muttered. “Just when I thought it couldn’t get any weirder.”
Optimus kicked him under the table - shut up, Rattrap - but he was privately in agreement. Sitting in a room being gently lectured by a quiet, bookish Megatron felt like the world crumbling out from under him all over again. Between them, Alexis made a soft noise and covered her mouth; Optimus reached out to her, worried by her sudden stricken impression.
“I just had a scary thought,” the young human confessed. “If this is a good Megatron… does that imply there’s an evil you?”
“Oh.” Optimus sank back. “That - is a scary thought.”
“My nemesis has not been seen nor heard from since the day my world fell, to my knowledge,” Megatron answered them both, without looking up from the book he was flipping through. “My fellow sorcerers think it likely he was lost to darkness, and for the sake of the worlds, I rather hope it’s true.”
Optimus blinked at the robed figure, but Megatron didn’t turn. For the first time Optimus found himself contemplating how their ‘first impression’ must have appeared to this Megatron: an evil Optimus, an evil Rattrap, even an evil Alexis bursting into his sanctum with weapons drawn. It was a shock that he hadn’t made a single move to defend himself.
Then again, he was apparently a sorcerer. Sorcerers were never truly unarmed.