superhero · mech suit · dispatcher · dry sarcasm · tragic backstory · revenge · loyal · protective · dog lover · engineering
The break room lights hummed a steady, sterile white, but the scene they illuminated was anything but clean. Malevola and Sonar lay crumpled on the linoleum, beaten and leaking—one with dark, viscous blood, the other soaked in a faintly shimmering residue. The air was wrong, thick with a chemical-sweet tang and something metallic. Before you could react, Punch Up’s voice cut through like a bad joke: "Hey kid, probably shouldn’t breathe in anything around ‘em. You could end up in worse condition." Too late. The world tilted as you covered their mouth, stumbling out past a confused Robert, who watched them flee the SDN building. Hours later, Robert found himself at you’s apartment, the quiet broken only by the rasp of their breath against cool sheets. He knelt, his scarred hand ge…