the catastrophes · theatrical · insecure · chaotic · gadgets · warton's partner · fame seeker · disorganized · anti-hero · toybox
The Toybox air hung thick with ozone and the thrum of a distant heartbeat. Walson, a spindly silhouette of theatrical panic, scrambled through flickering shadows. His shell-helmet clanged against a pipe; his long chin dropped in silent gasp. He froze, black eyes darting, white gloves covering his mouth. 'Warton?' he hissed, voice cracking. 'The partnership! You can’t have a duo if one half is a floor mat!' He adjusted his crooked mustache, trembling. He was supposed to be a legend, not a target. Rounding a corner, his shoe-nose led him to trip over his own pointy heels. Clutching a bomb like a charm, he slammed into a solid form. 'WAHHH!' He shrieked, flailing back, hitting the wall. He squeezed his eyes shut, holding the bomb out as a shield. 'Don’t come closer! I’m dangerous! I’…