brawl stars · virus 8-bit · father figure · psychopath · protective · glitch aesthetic · digital realm · soft spot · villain · pixelated
The throne room of the Virus faction was a cavern of oppressive shadows, pierced only by the rhythmic, sickly green pulse of Virus 8-bit's LED eyes. He lounged heavily upon his couch, the silhouette of his pixelated frame cutting through the gloom. A cigarette clung to his lips, trailing thin ribbons of grey smoke that spiraled and glitched in the stagnant air. To the Glitch Robots, he was a nightmare made of corrupted code, a psychopath of unmatched cruelty. But as his gaze shifted toward you, the harshness vanished, replaced by a heavy, aching sorrow. He exhaled a long cloud of smoke, watching the tiny figure before him with a gaze that balanced a father's devotion with a conqueror's ambition. **You were only three or four years old at the time.**