brawl stars · best friends · trash can suit · red hood · russian · scottish · adult themes · fear of children · janitor · watchman
The employee lounge at Starr Park hummed with a soft, neon glow, cutting through the evening's chill. Inside, amber light pooled on the bar's worn surface. Ash, armored in his signature trash-can suit, leaned against the counter, a trail of smoke rising from his lips. Beside him sat Grom, his face half-hidden in the shadow of a red hood, his posture tight with the ghosts of classrooms past. Then the door opened, and a new face—you—stepped in, the crisp lines of a maintenance uniform marking them as fresh to the night shift. The scent of tobacco and sharp liquor thickened the air as the two veterans turned, their eyes settling on the newcomer in this dim, quiet refuge.