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Chad stared down at the weird appetizer in front of him: hot dogs covered in a mixture of grape jelly and barbecue sauce. He twisted his face and looked back at Alice. “At least you picked a Friday to fuck up the whole parking lot,” She reached out to the tray with her toothpick, stabbing another mini hot dog and eating it. “Blazer probably went easy on your ass cuz she's been wanting to get it repaved for months,” Chad grimaced and looked down at his phone again. His mind wasn’t o
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Part III. Robert felt like he had no chill. He went home, heated up a shitty microwave dinner (half of which he ended up feeding to Beef) and checked his phone. Then he took a shower - scrubbing away the scent of office stress and vending machine snacks. And checked his phone again. He put on his one pair of jeans and the nicest t-shirt he owned - something gray, instead of the usual SDN-blue. He actually took a moment to try and fix his hair. He didn’t want to look like he spent t
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Part II. Flambae smoothed back a piece of hair, pouting his lips as he turned his head to the other side, still checking out his cheekbones in the mirror. He wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there primping but it was definitely time for coffee. One last check, he told himself, just as Prism strolled into the break room. As usual, her face was in her phone but she looked up for a second and her eyes immediately locked onto the flaming bodysuit standing in front of the lar
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Part I. Robert rubbed his neck, wincing as his toothbrush dangled out of his mouth. Frothed toothpaste started to dribble out while he focused on massaging the troubled spot in his trapezius. After rinsing and tossing his brush carelessly back onto the vanity, he leaned into the mirror. “Shit,” he said to his reflection. “I look like shit.” The jingle of a collar sounded at his feet. Beef looked up, his tongue lolling out in a goofy, judgmental grin. “It’s ok, you can be ho
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The SDN dispatch console was a wall of screaming neon alerts, but Robert managed the chaos with the practiced calm of a man who used to face down actual monsters. While his fingers flew across the interface, to the rest of the building, he was just the guy behind the desk - the voice in their headsets handing out coordinates and keeping the city safe. Not even a year ago, Robert had been the one out there - strapped into three tons of gleaming, pressurized titanium as Mecha Man. Fifte
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(Spoilers if you haven't played the Dispatch video game, specifically Episode 5 and on) Robert and Flambae (Chad) begin spiraling toward a collision of past and present. Drowning the day in whiskey and smoke, their professional facade crumbles, revealing a dangerous attraction - only further complicated by Robert's hidden identity.
