Y/N? Haven't heard that in a long time 🚬

Break just started and I'm going down with a cold

A cool breeze winds through the wide streets, a whistle of Autumn song as it stirs the leaves in one long gust of breath. Soft gray blankets the sky in shades of smoke and ash; the air is thick with thr scent of unshed rain. The wind howls again, nipping gently as it sings.

Hands in your pockets, shivering against the chill that seeps through your clothes, you watch the world with weary eyes. Leaves dance in the breeze, caught in a swirl of deep scarlets and tawny golds. A few people are out today, murmuring at outside tables for a café; steam rises from their cups, the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg heavy in the air. You glance at them before turning your head.

Even though you've been here for almost two months, you still feel like an outsider.

Everyone here is different. A different type if mutant, a different background, a different name and face and personality. There are different jobs, specialized healthcare, various types of food and cuisine to sample. Different opinions on whether MONO.ORG is right or not, to keep everyone here, unable to leave.

You have no clue how you can begin to fit in.

To be honest... if only with yourself, that is... you have never had much luck with making friends. Or keeping them. Or anyone wanting you, choosing you.

And here, with so many people, so many unique stories and points of view, the old ache comes back, an unhealed scar that bleeds each time you press to hard.

It wasn't even that you were bad at talking.

You just happened to...

Well, it's not important.

But dear God does it hurt like a knife to the chest.

Slipping down the sidewalk, strolling past small shops and apartments lit with soft lights and full of chatting mutants, you barely notice when someone bumps into you.

"Oof!"

"Oh, sorry- oh hey, it's you! Hi, friend!"

Oh.

It's Entropy.

Reaching a hand out, unsure if he'd take it, the turtle grabs it, popping back up and pulling you into a hug. His hoodie smells like cinnamon and sugar, warm and inviting. He beams at you, bright like the sun.

"How have you been? Oh, I'm so sorry! You aren't hurt or anything, are you?"

You snort, shaking your head.

"Oh, good! I'd hate for you to get hurt! That'd be horrible!"

He was really passionate, wasn't he?

Starting to walk again, you notice from the corner of your eye as he joins you, keeping pace with your strides as he grins. A small bag is in hand. Something from it smells delicious. Averting your gaze, you keep walking.

It doesn't deter Entropy in the least.

"So! What have you been up to? Have you been feeling any better? Anything new happen?"

"Work, same old same old, and no, not really." His lip twitches down for a second, but it's gone just as quick. He chuckles, grabbing your hand in his free one as he starts leading you somewhere.

"I know what will make you smile~" he sing-songs, almost dancing as he tugs you along. You let him, too tired to fight back. The ache in your chest lightens.

Coming to a stop, hands suddenly cover your eyes. You flinch.

"Oh, no no no, it's okay! See, sorry, I just wanted to surprise you. But maybe it's better to show you the whole view." Removing his hands, Entropy glides back to your side. You blink, taking in the scene before you.

Tall, beautiful trees. Stone paths, laid carefully, pebble by rock by brick. Small glistening lakes, like glassy mirrors set in iodized copper. You blink.

It still remains.

"Hm... not a smile, but this is good, too~! Aaawww!" You can almost ignore your companion as you take a wavering, tentative step forward. A gentle hand on your back guides you forward as the turtle talks, animated as he explains the park to you.

"-cherry trees, oak trees, maple, but there's there's other plants, there's a garden, in Spring there are ducks, and ducklings oh my goooosh you'd love them they're so cute! We've got a community garden here as well, a place for people to grow whatever they want, bring a taste of home with them~!"

The ache tightens. You twitch, breath stuttering.

Entropy turns to look at you.

"Oh, are you okay? Here, come on, let's sit down for a sec, 'kay?" Careful hands guide you over to the nearest bench, settling you against fresh wood and curling iron as Entropy settles next to you. He hums, a steady, grounding noise. Your leg shakes; his hand falls on your knee, gentle.

"Is there something you want to talk about? It's okay if you're having a bad day. Everyone has them. I won't judge," he promises, just like he did the night you met him.

You lock eyes with him, weary orbs meeting a honeyed gaze.

You are the first to look away.

"I'm fine. Just tired," you sigh. Your weight shifts as you teeter. Maybe you should go home, call it a day and be done.

Your stomach grumbles.

"Did you eat breakfast today?"

His tone isn't accusative or hard. It's coaxing, soft.

You shake your head.

Humming, he opens his bag, the scent warm and sweet as he reveals a giant muffin. You stare.

"I was going to take this home, but I see this is an emergency. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know, and honestly, I could really use a snack right now. Buuut this is too big for just little ol' me. Sooo... wanna split it with me?" His smile is vibrant, cheerful.

You don't want it to break because of you.

"Okay," you mumble quietly.

"Great! Now, here, lemme-" he tears it in half, handing a piece over to you as he takes a bite from his half. You stare it. Blink. You hesitate.

"Is something wrong?"

His hand falls on your shoulder, heavy, warm.

You look back.

A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

"Thanks, Entropy." You take a small bite, nibbling at the fluffy, spongy insides, and Wnteopy grins back, bright and dazzling.

Taking another bite of his half, he chuckles.

You really were too cute.

He knew you could smile! He knew you could be nice!

You just needed some tender love and care.

Nothing he can't handle.

Grinning, he pats your shoulder, grabbing you by the hand as he leads you down one of the paths, chatting happily as you follow. Your gaze flickers of the gardens. It grows wounded, bleeding.

His mouth twitches.

You had such a beautiful smile.

He was sure your real one would be even more beautiful.

It might take some time, some ol' Entropy razzle dazzle and pizzazz, but one day, you would be happy. You would feel cherished. Wanted. Loved.

He would make it happen, he promised.

That's what any good friend does.

And you?

He wanted to be your best friend~!

OH WOAH THAT WAS FAST WHADDAHELL

THEY'RE SO CUTIEPIE AUHDG MY HEART

LOOOOVE how descriptive you are

Your footsteps echo across the concrete, a steady thump as you explore the nightlife of Mutant Town.

This place was the first of its kind. A town mostly for mutants. A place they can be themselves, to have help, to be safe. Except... being here meant being away from humans. Away from family. And it tended to cause hot emotions to stir amongst the people, inside and outside the walls.

You happened to be one of the people on the inside.

Was it by choice?

Eh... you don't want to talk about it.

Did you have friends?

Not here.

Did you have a life?

Didn't everyone, once upon a time?

But you're here now, and the past is the past, and there's no turning back now. You have always taken things in stride. You have always tried to handle problems as logically as you can, having a good cry then getting back to business. Life waited for no one; it was a hard lesson learned. Everyone had demons; everyone had problems; but you can't let that stop you, or you drown.

If you're going to drown, you're doing it on your terms, on your own time, and you're doing it your way.

Bars and clubs exist for a reason.

Might as well put them to good use.

Slipping through a door and into the smoke and hazy lights of the club, you release a soft, tired sigh. Taking care not to bump into anyone, refusing to look anyone in the eye, you slip onto a barstool, drinking in the atmosphere.

A song thrums over the speakers, warn and cold like whiskey and ice. People, human and mutant, are on the floor, dancing and talking; a few hang around the darkened corners, eyes dark and hollow like the burnt end of a cigar, flecks of ash in a moonlit meadow. Warm air, smoky and sweet, drifts lazily through the room, a soft caress to worn nerves and numb skin.

You felt nothing like a person these days. Most days you feel like an imposter. Hollow. Empty. Alone.

But that's life.

C'est la vie.

Something screeches across the floor. The smell of citrus and honey settles nearby. You crack open your eyes, wondering who would bother to sit so close to you.

Skin the color of a sunny forest, of kelp from the sea. Honey-colored marks cover his eyes, a smattering of bright freckles dusting his face. Dreadlocks hang around him, the beads at their ends softly rustling as he moves.

Hm. A turtle mutant. You don't you have ever seen one before.

Closing your eyes again, you settle back down, flopping your head into your arms as the cool table brushes your cheek. Your mind drifts, caught between the folds of your subconscious, muting everything around you into dull murmurs and dim light.

Something talks nearby, a low tone, a bubbling laugh, and the sound of glass knocking on wood. The sound of pouring liquid washes over you like a wave, threatening to pull you under. You're tempted to let it.

Someone pokes your shoulder.

You grumble.

They poke you again.

Stretching your back with a grunt, you blink open weary eyes.

The turtle mutant stares back.

"Could I be so bold as to offer such a pretty face a drink~?"

There is no malice in his eyes. No deception in his easy smile. One glass is in his hand, clutched nimbly between three fingers; the other is held out to you, tilted to catch the light. It looks almost like syrup, sticky and sweet.

"Um... thanks," you rumble quietly. You take the glass, setting it aside as the mutant watches you. His grin never leaves; instead, it only widens.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Are you new?"

"You could say that," you mumble. The glass is gathering condensation, the chill sinking between water and glass.

He chuckles. It shouldn't be so soothing.

"Something funny?"

"Nah," he says, taking a sip from his glass," You're just cute."

You snort.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure."

He laughs again, and you bristle in defense.

"I'm serious. Why is someone like you out here all alone? Surely you haven't been out here all by yourself?" He takes another sip, eyes crinkling as he smiles. Your fingers curl.

"I am. And that's fine with me." Staring down at the liquid in your glass, you see your watery reflection stare back. It looks much how you feel. Unsure. Uncertain. Bitter.

"Well that just sucks. You shouldn't be all alone when you're trying to have fun. Hey, why don't I keep you company? I know how to turn any frown upside down~" He wriggles his fingers at you, before calling the bartender over. The ant mutant seems to recognize him, falling into easy conversation as the two chat like old friends.

Your chest hurts.

Taking your glass in hand, you swish it once before chugging it in one go. Placing it back down gently, you sink back into your gloomy silence, letting your senses tune out as the world starts to muffle...

"-ey. HEY! Helloooo~"

A finger pokes you again.

You crack open one eye, unamused.

The turtle snorts.

"Aw, you look so sad when you're grumpy. What's the problem?" He leans in, looking attentive, as though he actually cares. You shrug, glaring at the far wall.

"Come on, you can tell me. I won't judge. Promise."

You hate how sincere he sounds.

You almost want to believe it.

"Things happen. That's life," you huff. Before you can sink back down into your thoughts, another glass is held out to you. His grin is as warm as honey, threatening to drown you in it.

"Well, maybe taking your mind off it won't hurt. What do you say?"

It's tempting.

God do you want to forget, to be numb.

But that means being vulnerable. Being soft. Being honest.

And you've been bitten one too many times to trust any toothy smile.

"Thanks... but no thanks."

For a moment his grin falters, only to be back. He hums, smiling, and pats your back carefully.

"Okay! So, where are you from? Ever been around towm before? I'm sure I'd remember someone like you."

You answer weakly, tired.

"Not from around here. I'm... getting used to it." Staring at the sleek, shining wood of the bartop, you let out a crooked hum.

"Why do you care so much?"

"Huh?" He blinks, before grinning brightly.

"Why wouldn't I? You seem like you could use a friend!"

"So, pity, then?"

"No! You just- you seem-"

"Bitter? Burnt? Broken?"

"Beautiful. You seem, really, really beautiful. Like one of those paintings, something that leaves you thinking. Asking questions. Wondering who they used to be, and who they are now. You aren't broken. You're like... like kintsugi."

"What?"

No one has ever said anything like that to you.

"It's this art, where if someone's vase broke, they put it back together with gold, gluing it back together. Maybe it wasn't the same, but it was still beautiful. It was still worth it."

You make a small noise.

Your eyes sting.

"Oh no, I didn't upset you did I-"

You give the turtle a small, firm hug. He's frozen, only for a second, before wrapping you in warm arms, burrowing into your hold like a worm in soil.

Or a wolf who got his lamb.

"Aaawww, it's okay! Please, let me buy you another round. On me?"

Gingerly gifting you back your second glass, he taps the rim of his against yours, before taking a sip. Mahogany and sweet maple swirl in the shot.

You drink and you drink deep.

Smiling, he claps you on the shoulder, pulling you in for another hug. When he pulls back, he's chuckling, absolutely grinning from ear to ear as he beams at you.

"What's your name, sweetie?"

"Um..."

You tell him your name quietly. He gasps, eyes lighting up.

"That is so pretty! It's perfect for you!"

"What's your name?" you ask, feeling shy as another glass is pressed into your hand. The smile never leaves his face as he answers, hearts in his eyes as he churrs.

"My name is Entropy, and I'm your new friend~!"

(A gift for @lewd-cove, I meant this as platonic yandere, like an opener, and I hope you enjoy it! I do a bit of writing and I hope this feeds you well, Cove! Stay cool, hydrate or die-drate, and eat a snack and take a break! Thank you thank you thank you for making this AU, my goodness it is adorable! Can you tell I have a favoritd little guy? Hehehe~! Enjoy~! 🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡)

SCREAMING

SCREAM

SCREAM

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING

FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I HAVE NO WORDS. WOAAAHHHHHHHHH

YOU WRITE HIM SO WELL?!?!??!? HELLLOOOO???

I CANNOT EVEN EXPRESS HOW THIS MAKES ME FEEL. THIS IS INSANE. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT

Ironically, it started because of work.

Entropy specializes in people. Talking to them, reading them, earning their trust, getting information without them realizing they're giving it away.

And one of the easiest ways to loosen people up? Buy them a drink.

The plan was simple; Entropy has a pretty high alcohol tolerance, his target usually didn't.

They'd get comfortably drunk, he'd stay relatively clear-headed, and conversations became much easier to steer.

It worked.

Really well. Too well.

Eventually, drinking stopped being something he only did on assignments.

Long week?

Have a drink.

Bad day?

Have two.

Need to unwind?

There's a bottle for that.

Meeting someone new?

Might as well grab a drink first.

Somewhere along the line, alcohol stopped being a tool and quietly became a coping mechanism.

Now you'll rarely catch him without something tucked away. A flask, a bottle, whatever's convenient.

If you point it out, he gets defensive. Not angry, exactly. Just... dismissive.

"I'm fine."

"I've got a high tolerance."

"I'm barely even buzzed."

He knows it's a problem, he's not in denial about that. He just genuinely doesn't know how to relax without it anymore.

Alcohol is the thing that lets him stop thinking for a little while, the thing that quiets everything down, and giving that up is a lot scarier than admitting he has a drinking problem.

His brothers know, too. It's not uncommon for one of them to get a call late at night because Entropy's had one drink too many and forgotten he was supposed to go home.

More than once, they've had to haul him out of a bar, half-asleep and leaning on whoever came to collect him.

The next morning, he'll laugh it off, promise he'll cut back, say it won't happen again.

Thank you so much 😭🩵!! I'm having an absolute blast building this AU.

As for platonic yanderes, honestly? They aren't that different.

The biggest change is that romance and possessiveness are taken out of the equation. They aren't trying to date you, they've just decided you're their person now.

🟦 Axiom

- Be prepared to have an extremely opinionated best friend.

- He'll openly judge your terrible decisions, roast your dating choices, complain about your coworkers. Truly, no one else deserves you.

- Will somehow end up involved in every major life event whether you invited him or not.

- He's protective, but not controlling in the same way he is romantically.

- If someone hurts you, though? He's already halfway to "having a conversation" with them.

🟪 Corollary

- Somehow knows when you've skipped meals, notices when your sleep schedule is falling apart, quietly fixes problems before you even realize they existed.

- He won't micromanage your life, but he will offer a strongly worded PowerPoint on why your current decisions are objectively terrible (couldn't even guess him and Axe are twins... Said he, without even a twinge of sarcasm)

- He respects your independence more as a friend than as a partner.

🟨 Entropy

- The friend who somehow becomes family.

- He's still frighteningly attentive, still remembers everything, still somehow appears exactly when you need him.

- The difference is that there's no expectation of exclusivity.

- He just wants to be the person you know you can always lean on.

- He's the type to become "Uncle Entropy" to your kids before you even realize it's happened.

🟥 Strife

- Basically a giant guard dog.

- If you're upset, he's there, if you're sick, he's dropping soup at your door, if someone makes you uncomfortable, he's suddenly standing nearby with his arms crossed.

ME ME ME I LOVE DOMESTIC SCENARIOS as sappy or angsty as they can get.

🟦 Axiom

- Axiom doesn't say a word.

- You tell him, he just... stares. Runs a hand through his head, paces a bit, then he leaves. No argument. No explanation. No goodbye. He's simply gone.

- Days pass, then a week, maybe two. No calls, no messages. Nothing.

- You almost start accepting he isn't going to make it back.

- Only one thing loops in his head; father lands like a threat.

- Because a child means there will be something in the world you can lose other than him. Something small enough to be hurt by anyone. Something that can be used against him.

- Something that will look at him and know exactly what type of man he is.

- And he already knows the answer; He is not a good person. He loves you. He loves the baby before they've even been born as an extension of you.

- That doesn't make him kind. It doesn't make him safe. It doesn't make him better. He knows exactly what lives under the charm and the cocky grin. Possessiveness, rage, cruelty when he's cornered, a talent for violence.

- He can keep that contained when the only person it ruins is him.

- He does not trust himself with a child who will depend on him. He does not trust himself not to become the thing they fear.

- By the time he finally comes home, he's made peace with one ugly truth: He can't stand the idea of anyone else having what is his.

- He doesn't bring up the pregnancy, doesn't ask about names, doesn't decorate a nursery.

- Instead, he quietly starts taking care of you like he always has. Cooking, carrying heavy things, making sure you eat.

- As if pretending this isn't happening will keep it from changing him, as if silence can keep him from becoming attached.

- If you want to talk about cribs or clothes or names, you'll probably have to start the conversation. He'll answer, but he'll look visibly uncomfortable the whole time, like every practical detail is just another reminder that this is real.

- When the baby is finally born, he's almost afraid to touch them.

- Not because they seem fragile, because he is dangerous.

- Because the first thing he feels is not tenderness. It's panic, then possession, then something so close to love it makes him physically sick.

- He'll spend a long time just... watching, memorizing every tiny feature.

- Deciding, with a kind of grim certainty, that no one is ever going to take this from him.

- He loves them more than he knows how to express, which almost makes it worse. Because love doesn't make him gentle, it makes him more controlling, more paranoid, more willing to do ugly things in the name of keeping them safe.

- Every nightmare he has is some variation of them growing up afraid of him, or worse, growing up to be like him.

- And if that happens, he knows exactly whose fault it will be.

🟪 Corollary

- Corollary suspected you were pregnant before even you did.

- You suddenly wanted pickles with whipped cream? That's... unusual.

- He's already running probabilities before you've even bought a test.

- When the pregnancy is confirmed he immediately switches into planning mode. Doctor's appointments, nutritional requirements, nursery layout, safety inspections.

- Everything gets organized.

- He's hovering constantly.

- You are not lifting boxes, you are eating healthy, you are not reaching high shelves. He'll do it.

- He probably imagined this happening long before it actually did. Corollary isn't the type to leave something like parenthood entirely to chance.

- If children were part of the future you both wanted he would've prepared.

- As a father, he's incredibly structured.

- Bedtimes, feeding schedules, school routines, medical checkups.

- Everything has a place.

- The problem is children don't follow schedules. They cry for reasons that don't make sense. They make messes. They change plans.

- They'll force him to learn flexibility whether he likes it or not. (He very much does not like it)

🟨 Entropy

- Entropy is absolutely thrilled.

- Out of the four, he's the one who wanted a family the most.

- He's excited from day one.

- He'll happily go shopping for baby clothes before you've even started showing.

- He isn't squeamish. Pregnancy doesn't gross him out. Labor doesn't scare him.

- If you asked him to help deliver the baby he'd do it bare-handed with the enthusiasm of a man at a soccer game.

- He's surprisingly level-headed in emergencies.

- Because he knows what's actually dangerous and what isn't, he doesn't panic over every little thing.

- Which means he has plenty of energy left to absolutely spoil you.

- He's constantly asking if you want anything, making snacks, cooking meals, running baths, rubbing sore shoulders.

- If he could stay home and raise the baby full-time? He'd take that opportunity in a heartbeat.

- He's playful, affectionate, the kind of dad who's somehow always available.

- His kid is almost guaranteed to become a little velcro baby because dad never says no.

🟥 Strife

- Strife is a nervous wreck.

- The second he finds out, he starts worrying. Constantly.

- You stood up too fast. You're carrying groceries. You coughed. You look tired.

- He's already asking if you're okay.

- Every ache you feel becomes something he blames himself for.

- Morning sickness? His fault. Back pain? His fault. Trouble sleeping? Somehow still his fault.

- He wishes he could take every uncomfortable part of the pregnancy onto himself instead.

- So great news!

- He develops some severe couvade syndrome.

- Then the baby's born. He's crying before he even sees them. Crying while he sees them. Crying after he sees them.

- This tiny, fragile little thing... somehow came from him???

- He can't understand it. He keeps asking if they're really his.

- Not because he doubts you, because he genuinely can't believe something so small belongs to someone like him.

- For the first few years, he's almost scared of being a father.

- He'll make bottles, wash clothes, stay awake through the night, do laundry, clean the nursery.

- Literally anything except pick the baby up.

- He freezes every time. They're so tiny. He's so big.

- What if he squeezes too hard? What if he drops them? What if one claw catches their skin?

- He needs constant reassurance.

AAHSDHHWBEBA TY?????

I'm working every day to produce more turts, slowly moving thru asks. Loooove ya'll, I thrive with all the interactions and questions and interest.

I’m also curious about Strife

and how Corollary interacts with people. If at all haha

As a general show of affection, all four are pretty comfortable with biting to different degrees, it comes with the whole giant mutant turtle thing.

🟦 Axiom loves leaving bite marks. To him it's playful, possessive, and a very obvious way of saying, "Mine." If he knows you don't mind it, he'll absolutely take advantage and abuse that.

🟪 Corollary is surprisingly fond of it too. He's not nearly as outwardly affectionate as Axiom, so small, deliberate gestures mean a lot more coming from him. If he leaves a mark, it's absolutely intentional.

🟨 Entropy is much gentler. He's more likely to give absent-minded little nips while cuddling or kissing than anything particularly possessive. It's affectionate before anything else (he's more of a hickeys guy).

🟥 Strife is the most instinct-driven. If he's especially relaxed or sleepy, he'll sometimes gently mouth at your shoulder or neck without really thinking about it. It's less of a conscious choice and more of a reptilian comfort behavior. WARNING careful with the teeth at specially emotionally driven moments (coughfuckingcough), he can draw blood if not kept in check.

As for Corollary

He's... socially strange. Not rude, necessarily, just incredibly logic-oriented.

Small talk is a mystery to him. If you ask how his day was, he'll probably give you a genuine breakdown of everything he accomplished instead of realizing you were just being polite. Does he care once he realizes? Not really, blame's on you for asking questions if you didn't want the genuine answer to.

He has a habit of correcting people without realizing it can come across as condescending. He's terribly sarcastic and dark-humored, which also makes him often come across as bitter.

If someone is upset, his first instinct is to solve the problem instead of comforting them.

He doesn't always understand why a logical solution isn't automatically the right emotional one.

Despite all of that, he isn't usually cold or malicious. If anything, he's just a little oblivious.

“Physically affectionate”

I Have The Austin. Couldn't tell if you meant physically affectionate literally or physically affectionate (A.K.A Horny) so we are doing both;

Romantically (most to least physically affectionate):

🟨 Entropy

By far the most openly affectionate.

Loves hugs, cuddling, holding hands, leaning against you, resting his head on your shoulder... if he can be touching you, he probably is.

Physical affection is one of his biggest love languages, and it comes very naturally to him.

🟥 Strife

Extremely touch-oriented once he trusts someone.

He's quieter about it than Entropy, but he's constantly seeking contact, whether that's wrapping an arm around you, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, or pulling you into his nest.

He doesn't always have the words, so he lets his actions do the talking.

🟪 Corollary

Affection isn't his first instinct, but it's still there.

He's more deliberate with it. If he reaches for your hand or leans into you, it's because he genuinely wanted to.

Small gestures tend to mean a lot coming from him.

🟦 Axiom

Ironically, despite being the flirt of the group, he's the least consistently affectionate in a romantic sense.

He enjoys teasing, stealing quick kisses, throwing an arm around you, or invading your personal space for fun, but prolonged, quiet intimacy doesn't come as naturally to him.

Now for the spicy stuff;

You guys getting twice the food now ig

Maybe they were poisoned, maybe they took a hit for the turtle, or they were wrong place wrong time. How messy do things get?

🟦 Axiom

- Axiom is furious before he even realizes you're badly hurt.

- The second he sees blood, his first instinct is to eliminate whatever caused it.

- If someone stabbed you to protect him? They're not getting arrested, they're not even making it to a holding cell. He's seeing red, and whatever training CORE drilled into him takes a backseat.

- Afterwards comes the guilt. Endless guilt.

- "You idiot..."

- "...Why would you do that?"

- He's half arguing, half patching you up.

- He'll complain the entire time he's treating your injuries because it's easier than admitting he was terrified.

- Expect him to become ridiculously overprotective afterward.

🟪 Corollary

- Corollary gets... quiet. Almost unsettlingly so.

- While everyone else is panicking, he's already assessing the situation.

- Poison? Blood loss? Internal injuries?

- He wants numbers, data, solutions. He'll stabilize you first, panic later.

- Once you're safe, though, he investigates. Every mistake, every security failure, every person responsible.

- If you were hurt because of something he overlooked, he'll obsess over it for weeks.

- It becomes another flaw in the system that has to be corrected.

- Preferably forever.

🟨 Entropy

- Entropy absolutely loses his composure.

- The smile disappears immediately. He doesn't even try to joke and lighten the situation.

- He's just terrified.

- If you're conscious, he doesn't stop talking.

- "Hey baby... you're okay..."

- "You're gonna be okay, you hear me?"

- "Stay with me now..."

- Because he needs you to keep responding.

- He'll hold your hand the entire time if he can.

- If someone intentionally hurt you he wants names. Every single one.

- Unlike Axiom, who explodes immediately, Entropy gets even. Patiently. Methodically.

- He's willing to wait months if it means ruining the life of the person responsible.

- They won't even realize he's behind it until everything they've built has quietly fallen apart.

🟥 Strife

- Strife panics. Completely.

- If you're unconscious, he's convinced you're dead until someone proves otherwise.

- Good luck getting him away from you.

- Doctors? Nurses? MONO.ORG personnel? They'd better explain exactly what they're doing before they get close.

- He'll keep apologizing over and over.

- "Should've been me..."

- "I'm sorry..."

- "I'm sorry..."

- Once you're awake, you're not leaving his side for a very, very long time.

- His protective instincts go into overdrive.

- If anyone so much as exists funny around you afterward, they're getting glared at.

- If someone deliberately hurt you... they should hope someone else finds them first.