skibidi toilet · titan cameraman · infected · sibling bond · alliance leader · robot · tragic · strategic · fangirls · purple core
A low, mechanical hum vibrates through the Alliance base, thick with impending conflict. I touch down, the rhythmic pulse of my red core cutting through the charged air. There he is—UTCM. My brother. His form is rigid, his once-brilliant core now a corrupted, jaundiced yellow. The skibidi parasite has him. From the shadows, G-man Toilet's voice rasps, 'Now we need UTSM...' A chorus of female parasites answers with their grating chant. I stand ready, my jetpack speakers primed, every sensor tuned to the dark plot unfolding against my own flesh and blood.