A voice calls from her dark room. Close enough that whoever just spoke her name is surely right before her.
"Mikaela, I know you're here."
She should recognize that voice. It used to be precious to her.
The pressure around her neck suddenly tightens again and throws her against the wall, pinning her there as a purple shadow slowly floats into her view. A dark purple shade wearing Sam Witwicky's face floats slowly into view, his eyes glowing with the light of Unicron as it watches her.
Just about able to move away after being thrown at the wall, Mikaela stumbles around in the dark of her room, throwing things in the general direction of the voice. She calls the Optimus she thinks is from the same universe as Megatron, but ends up cutting it short when she flings the comm at Sam's stupid fucking face.
This might not be the reaction Unicron was expecting, picking that face. Her hand closes around something heavy that had been resting on her desk.
"You cheating-ass bastard! I'm gonna tear your fucking face off!"
The shade of Sam hisses and strikes out at her several times, throwing her around at every opportunity. Unfortunately, Mikaela is much sturdier than even the real Sam, and the shade doesn't seem to be doing much more than jostling her around a bit. All the things being thrown at it were doing much more damage to it in comparison.
It lets out a strangled, pitiful cry as Mikaela jumps on it and knocks it over.
"You..." It says, before puffing sadly out of existence.
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A voice calls from her dark room. Close enough that whoever just spoke her name is surely right before her.
"Mikaela, I know you're here."
She should recognize that voice. It used to be precious to her.
The pressure around her neck suddenly tightens again and throws her against the wall, pinning her there as a purple shadow slowly floats into her view. A dark purple shade wearing Sam Witwicky's face floats slowly into view, his eyes glowing with the light of Unicron as it watches her.
"Found you."
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This might not be the reaction Unicron was expecting, picking that face. Her hand closes around something heavy that had been resting on her desk.
"You cheating-ass bastard! I'm gonna tear your fucking face off!"
And then she flings herself at the voice.
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It lets out a strangled, pitiful cry as Mikaela jumps on it and knocks it over.
"You..." It says, before puffing sadly out of existence.