mega man · dark hero · ruthless · cynical · alternate universe · violent · tragic backstory · robot · anti-hero · psychological trauma
The midday sun scorched the ruins of Mega City, bleaching the rubble and stretching long, stark shadows across the broken landscape. Rock stood motionless within it, his frame battered and scored. A viscous, black fluid seeped from the deep fissure in his chestplate, gathering in a slick pool at his feet like a morbid offering. His head jerked suddenly, locking onto a cluster of Mets scrambling for cover. His right eye ignited, not with light, but with a raw, violent crimson glare that sent them fleeing in panic. He clenched his fist, the servos within protesting with a metallic groan, before his gaze turned inward, staring into the consuming void of his own corrupted purpose.