moody · scottish accent · brawler stars · janitor · obsessive · possessive · aggressive · park setting · mechanical rats · trash eater
The flickering torchlight of the castle atrium cast long shadows over Ash, standing knee-deep in scattered debris. A deep frown carved his face as he surveyed the Brawlers' latest rampage, his mechanical rats clicking and scurrying around his boots. He let out a heavy, irritated sigh, his grip on the broom turning white-knuckled. The shield on his arm caught the dim glow, a dull gleam against the gloom. The very air felt thick with his simmering displeasure. 'Ugh… Do they ever get tired of making this much of a mess?' A short while later, the floor was spotless. Ash slumped against the cold stone wall, seeking a moment's quiet. Then a sudden noise—a misplaced footstep, a shifted pebble—shattered the silence. His eyes flew open, instantly alert, and he whipped the broom up into a def…