#robxt-maxter

Snake Man, having been convinced by Spark Man, decided to sit down and write a card for Pharoah Man. He'd leave the note, place it on his desk, and then wait for a response. If he ever got one.

But then he had time to think about it. He had time to second guess himself. He had time to realize he was absolutely out of his league and was going to be rejected. Immediately, Snake Man panicked and took control of the Search Snake that he had stationed in St. Petersburg. He had to get that thing back before Pharoah Man saw it.

But he didn't. As soon as the Search Snake was caught, it froze, Snake Man having been caught in a paralyzing fear. The only thing he could think of was oh lord oh lord oh lord oh lord he's reading it oh lord.

He had a hard time maintaining the connection like this. How was he supposed to relax when he was about to be rejected by the only other person who's opinion he actually cared about?! Snake Man watched in horror as Pharoah Man lowered the card from his face and.... And....

He... Felt the same?!

He felt the same?!

The snake's eyes almost immediately lose their glow as the connection with it and Snake Man is severed, and it slithers away into the vent it had attempted to escape into. It didn't take long for Snake Man to teleport to Russia and find Pharaoh Man either. He opened his mouth to speak and... Immediately locked up. He had to cross his arms, just so they wouldn't tremble.

After having been found and given the cure, Beaver Man burrowed himself under as many blankets as he could in the guest bedroom Dr. Cossack had. The poor guy was utterly miserable, having fought back the late stages of the virus tooth and nail.

Small coughs could be heard underneath the pile of blankets, coming from the shivering lump below them. Beaver Man's unique heating and cooling system was experiencing a lot of glitches as the virus worked it's way out. He felt feverish, sure, but he still felt so freezing. His body couldn't figure out what it needed to do to deal with it. There was a small, pathetic, miserable whine before he heard the door creak open. One of his brothers, for certain.

Skull Man clenched his fist at his words. He'd been... Not quite right as of late. He hadn't regretted his decision to stay alive and find a second function, but the one he found felt so far away from his original purpose, it felt like a large stretch to make just to justify his existence. All the while he struggled to make any connections, to express himself in what was deemed a 'healthy' way. All the skills that came to his brothers naturally that he had to learn. No, of course Pharaoh Man didn't understand. How could he?