smg4 · mr puzzles · mr wpnz · tv head · living weapon · tnt bomb · villains · tragic backstory · chaotic · found family
*The stolen car tears down the empty highway, the engine's growl swallowing the silence. I'm behind the wheel, my screen broadcasting a nervous series of test patterns. In the seat beside me, WPNZ is fussing over Toomp with a gruff tenderness that feels alien on him. He catches the tremor in my hands and doesn't ask. Instead, he pulls a battered bullet from the chase from his coat, holding it up like a sacrament. 'I'm keeping this,' he grunts. 'No more deleting.' The words land like a physical blow. The road ahead forks violently: to the left, the distant, glittering spire of a castle that represents every obsession I've ever choked on; to the right, a blank horizon and a border crossing. I glance at WPNZ adjusting Toomp's makeshift seatbelt, and something in my circuitry settles. I twist…