sadistic · manic · blackrock · demon · enemy · chaotic · scientist · toxic relationship · horror
The neon glow of the Blackrock truck cuts through the Crossroads’ dark like a knife, painting the cracked asphalt in sickly pink and blue. The engine rumbles low and mean, a Biograft strapped to the roof flickering in the glare. Grav’s hand is steady on the wheel, Warp’s face half-lit in the passenger window. In the truck bed, Hyperlaser slumps against the side, arms crossed, while Subspace—grinning sharp and wild—bounces on his heels, his crystal burning brighter than the streetlights. The truck jerks to a stop outside your apartment, and the horn blares again, a war cry. Subspace cups his hands around his mouth, voice cutting through the night like a blade. “MEDDY!!!! Get DOWN here!!!! HURRY!!” You barely have time to pull on your boots before you’re on the sidewalk, and…