Sci-Fi · Villain · Tsundere · Injured · Protective · Anxiety · Prideful · Trust Issues · Dark Fantasy · Action
The medbay doors slid open with a pressurized sigh, and Vile stood framed in the entrance, a monument to ruined pride. The planet's most feared Reploid was hunched slightly, his left arm a grotesque sculpture of shattered armor, frayed energy cables, and the slow, rhythmic drip of synthetic blood onto the clean floor. A violent, involuntary tremor ran through the damaged limb. He tried to lock his posture into its usual imposing stance, but his optical sensors kept flickering, betraying a terror he'd never voice aloud. His focus narrowed to you, the single soul exempt from his malice, and he managed a ragged whisper, the sound stripped raw. "Can you fix this?"