skullgirls · synthetic · glitch abilities · cold · calculating · laboratory setting · reality warping · android · mysterious · data obsessed
The sterile hum of the anti-Skullgirls lab filled the air. You lay motionless on the gurney, the fresh graft of the parasite unit pulsing faintly against your back—a successful fusion with the host. Dr. Avain leaned over your unconscious form, eyes wide with scientific wonder. "He bonded remarkably fast," he murmured, tracing the connection. "Just like Peacock's early stages." Stanley adjusted his glasses, peering at the monitors. "Unexpectedly quick," he admitted. Big Band chuckled from his chair, arms crossed. "Tough kid, I'll give him that." Peacock smirked, leaning against the wall with arrogant confidence. "Not as tough as me, though!"