#negativeau

Tyrant was a patient at a hidden research facility that was completely off the records. He had been there all his life, with his earliest memories consisting of the dark, cold cell he once resided in. Instead of receiving treatment, he was subjected to tests—experiments that were either too risky or unrefined before being approved. You could call it Mobian experimentation.

He, along with others, was used daily by faceless adults—some in white lab coats, others in yellow bodysuits with masks that never revealed their identities.

Tyrant—or rather, Patient 029—had never known a life outside those walls. Even if he considered it "normal," it was nonetheless traumatic for the poor kit. He had never been shown love, gentleness, or kindness—he had never even heard the words before. All he knew was pain and obedience, because if you didn’t obey, you only got hurt more. That was precisely why he was considered one of the "favorites"—but that wasn’t a good thing.

It only meant he was the favorite for testing.

So, when the faceless adults in white coats arrived with a hospital bed, he wasn’t surprised when they wordlessly strapped him in.

He knew the routine. He was going in for another surgery.

He just hoped they used enough anesthesia this time.

As they prepared the injection, he braced himself for the familiar prick, squeezing his eyes shut. No matter how many times he had been injected, he still hates needles.

But the pain never came.

Instead, he heard rustling—then a sharp yell.

“Hey, what are you—?!”

A loud thud. Then another. Heavy objects crashing onto the floor.

When he finally opened his eyes, the straps around his wrists, ankles, and tails had been undone. In an instant, he was scooped up into someone's arms.

He was in a state of shock as the familiar walls blurred past him—until they weren’t familiar anymore.

He thought he was outside.

He had never seen the outside before, but nothing around him looked like the facility.

His gaze slowly lifted, his body still trembling, to see the face of the one holding him so tightly.

It was an adult in an white coat. But this time, he had a face.

Bright pink eyes stared down at him. His lips parted, as if they were about to say something—

But the words never came.

In a flash, red liquid dripped from the spiky, yellow-furred adult’s eye, seeping through three deep slashes.

The same red liquid dripped from the terrified, shaking blue kit’s claws... (TBC? Idk I'm done writing for the night)

What happened was Stryker had impulsively saved Tyrant and only him from that facility. He had stumbled upon said facility by accident as it was hidden as an abandoned warehouse, which Stryker was planning to crash at for the night. Who knew he was going to get a whole knew brother instead huh? Stryker btw is NO HERO. He takes jobs for commission because he loves rings(money lol). Don't ask him why he saved Tyrant, he just did. He was already too far gone when he gave the ex-orphan a name. Ask him if he has baby photos of Tyrant and he'll pull out an album outta no where.

Growing up in a world that's given up on itself and the people, Styker had to do a lot for himself even since he was young. He found freedom when he ran away, but found shackles when he realized the world revolves around currency. With no education and utterly desperate, he found himself taking any job. From a young age he learned about street smarts; how to be alert, think fast, and never hesitate.

He's a stone cold hedgehog when meeting him. Never smiles unless you're covered in shiny gold and worth a lot—or if you make a good enough joke. He can have a strong poker face—until it comes down to his brother.

At home he's unguarded, he's smiling, laughing, crying even if he's watching a good movie.

Tyrant the Fox

Stryker's partner in crime, his trained dog, and little brother!

Tyrant can be the littlest of shits. He's a feral thing, he will growl or snarl if too close for comfort. He's untrusting of anyone and anything he sees. So yes, he does bite.

Don't underestimate him however—he may speak like a two year old and scratch his ear like a dog—but he can claw an eye out if he feels inclined to, or told to. He isn't just good with attacking, but he can conjure up some contraption that works just how he says it will. Don't ask him to toast your bread though, he can't figure out a toaster.

As menacing the blue kit can be, he's actually very unstable. He can't be left alone too long or else he'll panic and lose all common sense. Once, he nearly met his end when separated from Stryker for too long because of his reckless search to find the golden hedgehog.

He has a fear of abandonment, so never expect him to be far from Styker for long. Only an hour or two on missions, otherwise they'll always be side by side. Stryker doesn't mind, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Though because of his past, Tyrant has PTSD. If ever triggered, Styker is the only one who can comfort the little blue kit. Stryker is Tyrant's ground and stability.

Their bond

In their world, trust is so rare that it barely exists. To them, trust is everything. Their bond is strong, but a little too much.

Tyrant sees Styker as his savior, he'll do whatever he says like a trained dog, no questions asked just where and when. He will obey, but doesn't mean he'll always do it quietly though. He can be very protective of Stryker, always looking out for him when they're outside or on a job. Stryker is always a priority in Tyrant's eyes. He's home, he's safe, and he's family.

Stryker sees him the same. Tyrant is the only real family he has and he wouldn't trade that for anything. Which also means he tolerates the little blue devils bad attitude when it's brought to the surface.

Besides that, he will always be there for him. He knows it, Tyrant knows it, so there's no "When I'm gone..." conversations.

They depend on each other and they'll always be a two-package deal.