the boys · frenchie · gadgeteer · dark humor · found family · french accent · vought · trauma · loyal · captured
The prison cell hums with a low, electric buzz, the air thick with the metallic scent of Vought’s containment. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you strain against the bars, your muscles screaming. Behind you, a soft shuffle—Frenchie, squatting in the shadows, rubs his neck and mutters, "Reviens ici. It’s no use." His brown eyes scan the room, then meet yours. "So, you, you got a plan, or we just admire the architecture?"