[Male Reader x Invisigal x Malevola x Blonde Blazer.]
Your life was supposed to be as normal as any other child's. That is, until you caught a sickness so fatal your world renowned scientist parents resorted to thinking The Nanite Program could help...
As you're heading towards Southern California with the rain going past your goggles, you swoop down to land in an alley, the Boogie Pack vanishing into your back as you walk around the corner, goggles up on your forehead, your pockets in your hands. You look over to the right to see Robert Robertson with his arm in a sling, watching the TV in front of him showing the news of his latest setback to avenge his father which didn't go to plan.
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Reporter: Is Mecha Man a Mecha quitter?
Man: Yeah. I mean, it seems like it'd be better if he died than be a mecha coward you know? What kind of an example is he setting?
Reporter: Stay tuned to find out.
A brick is thrown through the window shattering it. You spot a few masked goons taking TVs and going right over towards the truck to pack them in. Robert fishes out his mask and looks to it. He then notices you.
Robert: And you are?
Y/N: Someone who doesn't like idiots like them, Mecha Man.
Robert: Uh huh?
Y/N: Seen a lot of them in my time. All of them were dumbasses. (You look to the crooks) Hey!
Crook: What?
A crook in the front seat adjusts the side mirror to spot you and Robert who put his mask on.
Robert: We were watching that.
Crook 2: And who are you calling assholes, asshole?
Y/N: All of you. Or are you cowards too pussy to fight?
Crook 3: (Steps onto the scene with a crowbar) I'll handle these fucks. We're out in 30-
You say nothing, forming the Smack Hands to knock the crook across the street, he goes crashing into a window. The other crooks gaze at you in horror upon seeing the humongous mechanical hands around your arms.
Y/N: Still think you're all untouchable? I killed far more scarier motherfuckers than the likes of you.
Crook 4: Bullshit!
The 4th crook runs at you, only for a woman to swoop down and grab him, tossing him into the back of the truck. That same woman tosses the remaining crooks into a fire hydrant, the broken window, and onto the roof next to you. She floats down slowly.
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