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Since Megatron’s birth he’d been confined to small spaces. Some thought it would make him stop growing, or control the nature of his disease. Others believed that the condition would fade as he aged but it seemed to occur more erratically once he hit maturity. He couldn’t exactly fit in with his peers; they said he took up too much space and spied on everyone too easily. When he was small they would kick him or toss him in a glass jar. When he was large everyone shrank away from him.
Perpetually alone and bullied, he receded into the mountains, far away from his village. He found solace in the thick, endless forests that plastered the mountainsides and he made a home for himself in an expansive cave system that had been an energon mine centuries ago. But quickly he got bored and lonely and angry. Angry at the world for cursing him, angry at his people for ostracizing him, angry at the rain and the heat and every dumb little animal that got underfoot in the woods.
He was a beast, after all, and so he reverted to his nature. Megatron became aggressive and lashed out at anyone and anything that tried to approach him or encroach on what he’d claimed as his territory. He spoke to no one, not even himself, and would sometimes scream and shout at the moon and Primus for damning him. Centuries passed and he became a feared legend, only a scary story to tell youngsters to keep them from wandering too deep into the woods. The few bots who knew that he had once been a mech of civilization expected him to be dead, rotting away somewhere on the mountaintops.