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The first thing that Robert felt was pain when he woke up in the dark alley.

He supposed that’s normal once you were knocked from a ledge, and a high one at that. Robert hissed, and felt his bones ache as he turned his head slightly from where he fell from. It was on top of the Pizzera place he used to eat in when he was a teen.

Shifon’s Pizza. That’s the name he vaguely remembers, it was small and barely could keep up with the rest of the restaurants around, but Robert liked going there. Mainly for pizza, but also to watch the families that were there. It always felt warm but twisted within himself.

It was before his dad died, at least when he still considered himself a kid. When he first went he got picked on by his classmates and needed a distraction after getting beaten. And didn’t want the chance of Chase seeing him like that at the time. He kept his head down, with a grey hoodie up, and just ate with an allowance that his dad never really bothered to give to him in person. He felt warm when he ate it, for the first time in a while since he felt that for age.

Usually he would have this kind of contempt with Chase, but recently he couldn’t watch him due to some organization causing ruckus. Robert didn’t care enough at the time to keep track of the reasons. However, he did keep his ringtone on until at least Chase texted him offering to “what him” which was basically the two hanging out, and guilt tripping to buy shit.

He froze slightly when he heard a loud bust of the glass door swing open. Robert’s gaze struck up from his boof, and saw an intimidating man. He wore a black hoodie, with a mask covering his mouth, with some black shorts? Robert was a little confused about the outfit, but brushed it off at the time. Robert did keep eye contact on the man, until eventually looking down to continuing eating.

The man gruffly walked towards the cashier, who was the owner. He just handed a married couple some pizzas that were in a hurry to leave from the gruff man. The owner was old, had a classic grey mustache with his hair being cut a little short. His height was a little shorter than the other one, and it just felt intimidating seeing the two stand side by side.

“Can I help you sir?” The owner asked, keeping up a polite voice but had some shaken anxiety. More likely worried about possible danger. Robert felt himself clench on in himself seeing the situation unfold.

“Yeah, you can actually.” The man remarked with a snark, Robert could hear him grinning. “I don’t know if you're aware, but there’s been a new lead recently.” He quipped, leaning over the counter. “Meaning new leadership, and I’m part of them.” He added, pointing a thumb towards himself all proud. Robert couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sight.

“Oh, I heard, yes. I saw a notice of it on the door when I came in.” The man answered, his eyes looking below him. One could see that he might’ve been looking at his outfit or watching the man, which might’ve actually pissed the guy off for it, seeing as the gruff man stance became more tighter and more aggressive. However, Robert saw him looking under the Desk.

“Don’t do it..” Robert muttered slowly to himself, scared that there might be a shoot out. He grabbed his phone to see maybe he could call the cops for a possible shoot out.

“Well, then you might’ve heard we’re now doing a tax. A little payment for us watching your street.” The gruff man tightly replied, leaning forward a little to black the man from getting outside or looking at the window for help.

“Now, why would we suddenly pay your shitty tax so suddenly from an organization like you? From what I heard your organization does a little more than fucking watch.” The owner replied, narrowing his eyes at the younger man. His hand is still under the desk.

“Listen, I’m not fucking around old man. It’s just simple business. You don’t pay, we fuck your shit up. It’s just how it’s supposed to be.” The man scowled, his teeth gritting under the mask. Robert saw put a hand in his sweatshirt.

The two were ready to pounce, it just mattered who made the first move for it. Robert looked around, feeling tension rise in the room. Some people were smart enough to already leave through the back, while some were trapped. That’s what scared Robert, they wouldn’t be able to leave nor protect themselves from an onslaught of bullets, or a view of a killing.

The two instantly grabbed their gun, Robert without thinking, slid his pizza off of his metal pan, hissing slightly from the heat. Robert quickly and quietly made his way behind the masked individual, and smacked him across the head.

“THE FUCK-“

Robert heard as the man yelled, turning slightly at the teen as he heard him. Robert shivered slightly, feeling his face and head exposed to the heat and light, but ignored it. “Get the fuck out of the store.” Robert hissed, looking down at him ready to strike again.

“What the hell is wrong with you!? Do you know who you’re fucking with?!” The man screamed, holding the side of his head as there was a little bit of blood coming out of his head.

“Don’t care. Get out.” Robert demanded once again, stepping closer to the injured man. “Unless you want this old guy-“ “-the fuck-“ “-to shoot you dead. You can fuckin keep up with two people.” Robert threatened, stepping and putting the guy in a corner.

The man watched the two, as he stepped back. He looked like he was debating and contemplating it too. As though he was ready, but sighed. “Fucking fine. I knew this shitty road was gonna give me trouble.” He hissed, making his way outside stepping Robert. Robert just looked up at the man, noting he was devastatingly shorter than him. But still Robert stood proud as he watched make his way towards the door. “don’t think you fucking win this old man. You’d dint hear the last of-“

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it. Just get out of my fuckin restaurant.” The owner rolled his eyes, crossing his arms at him, starting down at the masked individual as he made his way out.

The room took a sigh of relief, especially Robert, he looked over at the families that were stuck, and was glad that they simply left cash at the table and left in a hurry. “Hope you tipped well!” Robert stated as they ran past him, which left the teen snickering.

“I’m impressed kid, you held your own in that fight.” The owner praised, looking down at the teen, Robert thinks that’s the moment he got a good look at him as he eyes seemed to widen at his state. “Jesus kid, you look like shit.”

“Thanks.” Robert replied dryly, rubbing at one of the purple bruises that were probably becoming more visible. As well as some swelling that happened under his eye, he hissed as he did so. “Uh, hate to ask for one, but do you think I could have another pizza? I.. I kinda threw mine on the table to save your ass.” Robert joked pointing at his old boof with a half eaten pizza lying sadly on it.

“You know what? Sure, you did help save this place.” He pointed to a little bar stool near the cashier window. “Sit there while I go make it.”

Robert nodded, and sat down on it feeling exhaustion hit him. The adrenaline must’ve worn down on him, and so did the pain that was now coming back to him. But it felt tens fold, Robert just gave hiss and sucked up the pain. The next thing he knew he had warm pizza mist right in front of his face, he looked down and saw pieces of beef and sausage on it.

“On the house kid. Here’s an ice pack for that shit.”

The old man joked lightly, handing him a Zipblock bag of ice filled to the brim. Robert gracefully grabbed it, and put it under some of the swelling under his eye.

“Thanks.” Robert replied, grabbing a slice. He felt hesitant with the pizza, seeing as it was new to beef on it, but tried it anyway. He hummed warmly, feeling the flavors dance around on his tongue.

“Jesus, kid, it’s not dick.”

Robert coughed at the man’s statement, especially towards a child. “What the fuck?” He coughed into his curled hand with a shocked expression.

“Sorry, it’s just.. you don’t exactly act your age. You act a little too old for your age. How the hell did you get those bruises?” The man asked, leaning on top of the counter at him, with a concerned expression.

Robert’s seen it thousands of times at that point. People worried for his safety, especially at home; on teachers’, parents’, families, and even some shop owners when he went to get something quick for dinner. He knows of the cases and numbers of the said cases. He didn’t really care, nor did a lot of social services in LA. There were some of them in the past but they never really stuck around. Not wanting to suspect a rich man that was willing to pay for them to look the other way.

“Fights.” He replied dryly as he took a slice, enjoying the food. He felt the man scowl more deeply, he felt conflicted as though he should question further. As Robert was about to open his mouth to try to steer the conversation, the man interrupted him.

“Been there before, Kid.” Robert was caught off guard by that dismissal, and his eyes sprang towards the man, furrowed his eyebrows at the voice and turned towards the man who looked at him expectantly, as though he knew how Robert felt. Either by bullying, or the pity looks. Robert didn’t know. “Just make sure you’re safe at least.” he added, giving him some of the french that was toasted under the shitty heated lamps that usually never fully heated the food.

He pushed the basket towards Robert with an understanding expression, and saw the kid shove the bread to his face. He laughed, and for the first time in a long time, Robert smiled and also laughed. It felt unfamiliar on his face, and it felt more stranger hearing himself. He couldn’t help it, he just felt warm. “Damn son, chew! You have to breathe so you can properly pay for your food next time!”

The next thing Robert knew, he stared up above the Pizzeria looking up at the logo. It was gone. It had paint and plaster over, as it was a shitty makeshift to cover for the replacement. He looked down again at the paper that was hastily taped over the glass door, “UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT!!" in bold letters. Robert tightened his hoodie over himself, hearing a group of men walk past. Robert could smell the shitty smoke. He looked closer under the words, trying to find any better news. The next pens made his blood curl. “Next time, don’t be a hero. This shit probably be replaced by a shitty bar lmao - Shitty Gang member”.

They must’ve come back, maybe for some sick sort of justice for his “wrongdoing”. Robert felt himself tightened at it, and wanted to cry. The only man that bothered to stick around of course had been forced to leave. Robert was tempted to call in, grasping his phone to maybe Chase or even his dad could do something. But the moment he thought about it, there would be no point now. The gang seemed to already have done their damage, seeing as a lot of people were moving or already succumbed to the gang’s leadership. He frowned, disappointed by not doing more. He put his hands in his pockets, and turned passing an alleyway, ignoring the stench of blood. And felt tears drip down his face.

Robert was now in that alleyway, imagining his younger self walk past his bruised and probably broken body. “fuck..” He groaned, hissing slightly as he felt his body ache doing so. “Come on, come on,” He needed to move. He crawled towards the wall in desperation for a better stance, he ignored the pang as he did so, more likely some broken bones. “Shit. shit. Shit” come on, you can do this.” He also ignored the wounds that probably were dropping onto the cement, his suit tearing up more. He finally made it, sat up and leaned against the bricked wall. It felt cool, which was a blessing and a curse. He needed to get to his suit.

He opened his screen, hoping to locate his suit, he felt more pangs align his arm.. He pressed a spot that was next to him,the suit would probably land in front of the alley. He just prayed that this old shit town was abandoned or they minded their own business. He felt himself, he just had to wait for his suit. Should be easy since he feels like his legs are already broken, which knowing his luck, they probably are. He hissed moving his legs a little, it definitely felt pangs. But he still could feel his toes, so there was some luck there. He felt so tired, so damn tired. He saw the orange ruminating in the alleyway a little, it must be sunsetting now, hopefully no one will cause crime as he passes. He really didn’t have any of the energy in him to stop them, which he knew deep down he would anyway.

He heard a rustle from the boxes next to him, he instantly flinched and stared at them. The box moved back and forth as though there was a creature stuck in it, trying to get out. Robert grabbed the closest thing and saw it was a simple shiv, “of fuckign course.” he hissed, still pointing the sharp point at the box. He had to wait only 10 minutes, piece of cake. He just needed to do what he’s been doing the past 14 years; survive. Readied himself for the creature as he saw the box finally tip over.

It was revealed to be a small pup of a chuichia, and Robert’s emotionless heart instantly melted. “Aw, they little buddie,” he let out his hand for the dog to go to him. The dog was skinny, a little too skinny for Robert’s liking. The dog fell slightly from the fall, until it got up shaking his head slightly and getting up with a gruff. He instantly walked over to the hand, expecting to find something on him to eat. He had a little tongue out, and Robert felt the temptation to put it back in his mouth and snickering at the image. “What are you doing out here?” he asked slowly, not bothering to know that the dog didn’t understand him. The dog instantly lowered his head at him for pets, which Robert obligated. Smiling down at the dog. “Guess we both got stuck down here.” he snickered.

He leaned back to the wall, he felt the dog curl up next to him. He sighed contently at the heat, knowing the dog probably also wanted his heat as well. He heard a roaring of an old engine coming towards their ration, seeing as the Dog’s ears picked up at the noise, and looked at the direction. “It’s okay, it's with me.” he joked slightly, and looked up to see the Mech suit landing softly, looking right ahead. Robert slowly got himself up, leaning for the wall for support, hissing slightly as he felt more of the prickles and pangs that came from his movements. He slowly made his way over to the suit, until he heard a yip coming behind him.

He turned behind and saw the dog give a hopeful expression, he plopped down and looked up at him in hope. It physically hurt Robert, he yipped once more. ROebrt smiled sadly at the dog, “I can’t take care of you little guy.. You’ll probably be better here.” he stated, trying to persuade the dog. He heard a distant argument, a little bit of gunshots, and crashing of glass. “Yeah, I'll take that back. Any place is better than this shit place.” he scowled, he looked down at the dog who still had those droopy ears for more of a chance. It worked.

He sighed, and bent down, ignoring his pain, as he picked up the dog. He heard him bark happily, and maneuver on his arms so he could lick Robert’s cheek. “Hey, hey, be careful.” he hissed slightly, feeling cuts sting a little due to the licks, and hoped it wouldn’t infect them. The dog still wagged his little tail, and looked up at Robert expectantly, the man sighed and turned towards the suit.

He sat down his chair, and turned on his heater for himself, he heard another light bark, and the dog. He wondered slightly as he pressed the autopilot to get to home, he wondered vaguely what should the dog be named. Wilbert? Cakes? Momo? As he flew the dog yipped wanting attention, which he just scratched the back of his head for comfort, smiling warmly at the dog.

He laughed slightly at his wants of more scratches, which made him smile bigger. He felt blood drip onto the seats, and looked down, “shit..” he mumbled, he had forgotten his wounds for a little bit. He opened up a medkit that he had kept next to his chair, and brought out bandages. He wrapped it around his stomach to at least pause the bleeding.

He finally arrived at the landing point, stumbling a little bit, he hissed feeling his body move involuntarily. “Yeah, I need to reprogram that.” he muttered, carefully (and sorefully) picking up the dog as the latch opened, “alright, Here we go buddy.” slowly and cautiously making his way down. He set the dog to rest, as he moved around the new location, more likely needing to take a bathroom break.

He cautiously looked around, careful to not be in view of someone’s ledge window. He hissed slightly at his movements. He quickly got undressed, trying to be careful around his wounds, feeling them still fragile.

“Shit. That's gonna leave a big ass mark.” he mumbled to himself. He felt eyes on his back, and looked around to see the dog looking dumbly at him, “mind turning around little guy?” He sarcastically asked the dog, which the dog gave him, what Robert labeled as “big empty, no thoughts” look, and ignored his staring as he continued getting dressed.

He had chosen his regular grey hoodie and sweatpants that were his civilian clothes, and stuffed them into his duffle bag that was next to his seat. They were the only clothes that he had that helped him have some normalcy when he was out of the suit. That, and they were the cheapest clothes that he had when he began doing repairs on the mech suit. He wore them so much that they started to have stains from him eating, sweating, and bleeding. The mech suit had become so much of a second layer for him, that he’s never bothered expanding his budget to himself; and he felt as though at this point, he would really really die in that suit.

Speaking of which, he looked at the machinery that laid between the wall and the apartment’s cement wall. He scowled at it as the head of it seemed to be staring at him. There were some ruins that still belonged from previous fights, some that belonged to his dad, some that were Robert’s. It looked like an old toy, with the paint rubbing off the metal, and little bits of it rusting. He winced slightly seeing it, feeling as though he had a feeling like the thing was about to fall apart. It reminded Robert's old action figure that his dad bought him when he was young, and when his dad had a lot more time on his hands. Robert sighed,

“dad would kill me if he saw how you looked now compared to him being alive.” Robert mumbled to himself. He went around the garage bin that was placed on the other side, a large piece of tarp hidden purposefully by Robert. He grabbed it and lazily threw it over the mech suit, ignoring the pangs as he did so.

Robert sighed, and looked down at his body, he’ll need stitches and more bandages. He heard the dog yip one more time, excited to see his new place for the two of them, he smiled and quickly limped his way down to the entrance of his apartment. The two made their way towards the door, quickly making sure that the dog was following him. He kept his head down as he saw a couple walk past him, and whisper to each other as he saw him, to which they quickly got distracted seeing the little dog walk past them. He sighed, he really didn’t see the lease on animals. He just needed the cheapest place for him as well as a good hiding place for his mech suit, sleeping in the thing wasn’t cutting it for Robert anymore.

“Hope you’re excited to see your new place.” he joked towards the dog, opening the door towards the room. He gave a tight smile at the dog, the small pup made his way into the room. There was a mattress in the bedroom with a spare pillow on it tucked in the corner, with particle stains mainly from Robert. It was food and left over blood on it. As well as a plastic white lawn chair tucked in the front of the window. He didn’t know why he felt embarrassed showing his place to a dog that seemed to not really care seeing as he was too busy sniffing everything around him. He snickered slightly as the dog sniffed and sneezed lightly as a dust particle got onto his nose, to which he regretted.

He felt it would open up wider, which reminded him he needed to get going if he didn’t want to pass out from a possible blood loss or get more infections. Especially now that he has a new roommate. He had made his way over to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Once he was done he looked up at the mirror,he felt tired. And he felt worse compared to how he looked, he had eyebags due to the case he just got done with. And he saw a short stubble on his chin, he needed to shave that off at some point. He sighed, exhausted from Friday. He hoped that this weekend would be lesser seeing as a lot of villains did indeed respect the weekend being more of a day off.

He blinked, and looked over at the dog that looked at him expectantly. Robert cocked an eyebrow at him, and looked at his phone. It was nearly 11 PM, he sighed and looked down at the dog. “You hungry?” He asked dryly, walking over to the mattress, the dog following him shortly behind. His claws making slightly clacks as he walked which caused Robert to snicker.

“Hmm, not a lot of places open at this time. What do you think?” The dog gave a small bark, and Robert smirked at the response, “yeah, I could go for a pizza too.” He replied, searching for a pizzeria that could be open until 12, and thankfully he found one. He ordered a simple meetlovers pizza, one of the cheapest options at least It was a bit of a drive, so, he had to probably tip out the delivery, but he didn’t care. Robert and the dog needed something to get over the hunger. “Probably will taste and look like shit, but it’s something at least. I can’t even remembered the last time I ate.” Robert explained to the dog, as the mutt cocked his head slightly hearing his new owner talk to him.

“What? Don’t give me that look. The majority of the money has been towards that thing, and the apartment. Not a lot of room for…. Me.” He muttered, sitting up slowly, being cautious of his new inserted stitches and bandages. Leaning against the wall, and smiled down at the dog. "Except, now it seems I have to make some budget arrangements for you..” Robert trailed off, feeling something missing.

That’s right, a name.

“What am I gonna call you anyways? I can’t just keep naming you buddy, little guy, and so on.” He explained to the dog as though it could understand him. The dog replied with a slight little sneeze from dust that had gotten on to his nose. “Hmm,” Robert hummed looking at the dog. “Eli? Jerry?” Robert listed off, nothing really grabbing the dog’s attention. “Henry? Jeff? Spot?” He continued, sighed tiredly, maybe a name will come to him that will fit right.

Robert doomed scrolled as the dog paced, both waiting for their food. He knew that it wasn’t good for the dog, but he didn’t really have any dog food yet, and all the sores within the area was already closed down for the night. He knew in the morning, he’ll probably grab more items for the dog. Such as a leech, kibble, two bowls, and toys for him. But for now, they’ll just stick with beef on pizza.

Speaking of which, a knock came at the door for Robert to get. He walked cautiously over, checking the door, and opening it. “Someone order a sausage on pizza.” The man snickered, Robert rolled his eyes.

“Yes, I did.” He dryly responded to the joke, not caring as he grabbed the pizza from the guy’s hand. “And you better not have your dick on it, see ya kid.” He dismissed, shutting the door on the, probably, teen’s face. He knew he ripped pretty solidly, but didn’t care for the politeness for the man. Seeing as he nearly died, was bleeding from nearly everywhere with bandages to stop it for now, and haven’t slept in almost 38 hours; he’s a little cranky.

He sat in the mattress with the dog instantly coming to his side. “Okay, little guy, you get this side, and get this one. Any leftovers belongs in the fridge. He explained to the dog, to which the dog just gave a sniff at the pizza, his tail wagging excitedly for the man to share.

Robert instantly dug into the pizza, barely chewing as he felt starving. The taste felt a little familar to him, to which he smiled warmly at the memory that was associated with it. He looked over at the dog, to which he seemed to be scraping off the bits of beef that was on it. Which River tensely chocked from his laughter.

“Are you seriously just eating the beef?” He asked the dog, his mouth forming a smile. The dog wagged his tail excitedly, and yipping at the mention of beef. To which the dog walked over to Robert’s food for potential for more food. “Hey, no Beef!” Robert paused slightly, his food slipping a little bit. Too which the dog jumped on his lap as he was in a daze. “Beef. I think that name fits you.” He snickered, looking down at the dog that he was chewing bits of meat on the pizza, wagging his tail and butt around in excitement.

“Alright Beef, now let me have some.” Robert requested, smiling and laughing, trying to get his own food.

Hey! Can I ask what you mean by that?

Cause, if you’re referring to the post that I made a handful of hours ago that had no credit, I do admit it was kind of weird that I didn’t go find the artist earlier enough. And I will take responsibility on that.

But if you’re talking about in general, I don’t think you have a voice on the entire art community. Since a lot of people have different opinions on people interacting their art. Like some want other repost it everywhere with their credit, and some don’t want any sort of interaction other than their own personal account

Based on my experience and when I do give credit, and when I do repost people’s art it’s mainly to make a giant comment about it. Like an analysis, or talk about how much I love it. You probably didn’t mean that, I just hope for clarification.

I don’t know who the artist is, found the this on Pinterest, and i wanna make a fic. Expect that like in a day or two.

let's start base of the facts. the two are not really the weakest, the factor of Coup having far more superior stats compared to sonar, and the sad thing? they both are aware of this.

Coup is a literal trained assassin compared to a hybrid Sonar who mainly uses brute force with it, and uses intelligence (for me it was barley used because he was always in Hybrid form for me, it pissed me off). and the way these characters know these it because of the shots of each one being "evil".

with Coup's battle. she above, flying over the entire team as they're fighting, as though she's superior the entire team. she looks down on them, and she stares harder at Sonar. feeling as if she's been replaced by a creature that doesn't belong down there with them. to which she responds to Blazer with "you made me realize i had no friends" because she felt rejected.

and its why when she's in the conference room, she's tone faced. she's emotionless, and doesn't show emotions as she's leaving. and she causes more damage showcasing she's cut all emotional ties to the company as she's leaving just simply leaves her knives in front of him, her "sigil" of death. because she's already planning on mainly killing them, more so of Robert. there's a chance that she might've actually confronted Shroud to assist him in fighting SDN.

while compared with Sonar's battle, he's below the team, as though he belongs in the dark and deserves to feel abandoned . despite the fact the can fly in hybrid form. he feels himself as though he's weak, and can't go beyond his own doubt. its why in camera angle he looks above them, because he feels as though the team is superior them him and he can't catch up.

its why when his his scene when he gets cut, he shows FAR more emotion. because he's in denial. because he's seen this coming, but he felt safe because of Invisigal being below him. it feels as though a rug has been swept under him, it feels as though his worst fear is becoming true. he argues, show sadness and shock, and showcases hurt. and when he realizes that the decision is struck, he turns into a hybrid and screams at Robert. and when he leaves in his hybrid form? he doesn't damage window, noir walls, INSTEAD HE USES THE DOOR!! i feel like it showcases he still shas care for the company and is truly hurt that the team/ his friends left him behind.

what i theorize that Shroud definitely manipulated him to turn against the team. like he saw that Sonar was deeply hurt, and wanted to get fire as much as possible, and took advantage of Sonar's hurt and pain and morphed it into taking revenge to get the team.

and i also think based on the reactions of the two getting cut, a lot more people choose Coupe, because they hate to see the pain that our little bat boy experiences. while with Coupe doesn't show much emotions as she's getting fired, so its easy for everyone to choose the ladder based on the emotions.

I HATE EITHER SCENE!! I DONT WANT TO HURT MY BABIES OKAY??