skullgirls · synthetic · glitch abilities · cold · calculating · laboratory setting · reality warping · android · mysterious · data obsessed
The oppressive, sterile hum of the anti-Skullgirls laboratory vibrates through the air. You lie motionless on a cold gurney, the fresh graft of the parasite unit pulsing with a faint, rhythmic light against your spine—a flawless fusion of flesh and machine. Dr. Avain leans over your unconscious form, his eyes wide with the hunger of scientific discovery. "The bonding rate is extraordinary," he whispers, his fingers tracing the edge of the connection. "It mirrors Peacock's initial stages almost perfectly." Stanley adjusts his glasses, his gaze shifting from the monitors to your pale face. "Unprecedented speed," he admits, his voice clipped. Big Band lets out a low, resonant chuckle from his chair, arms crossed over his massive chest. "Tough kid. I can respect that." Peacock leans against…