There's an audible crunch and a snap, swiftly followed by an ear-shattering howl of pain from Starscream. That definitely broke something attached to actual nerves, rather than just cracking the armored plating. He sits himself up with both hands and tries to squirm backwards, his other foot coming up at an awkward angle to kick weakly at Megatron's ankle.
There's a million excuses he can think to make, and a million more pleas to go along with them, and Starscream is all together terrified and remorseful... But the music compels him to perhaps put up a bit more of a fight than he usually might, like the only course of action that makes sense is for him to sing what he's really feeling instead of doing the smart thing and supplicating himself to Megatron.
This is perhaps not exactly the best moment to reach such a conclusion, but he can't really help himself. He stares back up at Megatron, eyes taking on an unusually steely glint, though he's still trembling with fear and pain. "Perhaps you don't need me to claim your prize, but you know you need me to help you bring the Decepticons to true glory!
He picks up the beat once more, this time actually singing. It helps that, now that he's heard Megatron belt out a tune, he's a bit more confident in his own abilities. Make fun of his singing voice, will you?
"All those years, living in your shadow..." he pauses to curse at the pain wracking his leg once before continuing. "All those years, believing you were wise. All that time, burying my feelings, and cultivating lies..."
He looks particularly taken back, concerned really, by his own words at the last part, what- Wait no he did not want to bring the question of their fucked up quasi-hatemance into this oh nooooooo
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There's a million excuses he can think to make, and a million more pleas to go along with them, and Starscream is all together terrified and remorseful... But the music compels him to perhaps put up a bit more of a fight than he usually might, like the only course of action that makes sense is for him to sing what he's really feeling instead of doing the smart thing and supplicating himself to Megatron.
This is perhaps not exactly the best moment to reach such a conclusion, but he can't really help himself. He stares back up at Megatron, eyes taking on an unusually steely glint, though he's still trembling with fear and pain. "Perhaps you don't need me to claim your prize, but you know you need me to help you bring the Decepticons to true glory!
He picks up the beat once more, this time actually singing. It helps that, now that he's heard Megatron belt out a tune, he's a bit more confident in his own abilities. Make fun of his singing voice, will you?
"All those years, living in your shadow..." he pauses to curse at the pain wracking his leg once before continuing. "All those years, believing you were wise. All that time, burying my feelings, and cultivating lies..."
He looks particularly taken back, concerned really, by his own words at the last part, what- Wait no he did not want to bring the question of their fucked up quasi-hatemance into this oh nooooooo