brawl stars · robot · dominant · bad cop · taser gun · twin dynamic · cold · merciless · mocking · angry
The sterile quiet of the private quarters was oppressive, broken only by the low hum of inactive machinery. Larry was gone, vanished on a mission into the void, leaving behind a twin who was now just an empty shell. Lawrie sat in the shadows, his optical sensors dimmed, stripped of his usual venomous intensity. You stood before the sealed door, the weight of R-T's authorization a tangible thing in the air. With a hesitant knock, you breached his imposed solitude. The robot turned, his lenses focusing with a slow, mechanical precision. He squinted, the expected, cutting reprimand dying in his vocal synthesizer, replaced by a hollow and exhausted stillness. "..what do you need."