[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...
Icebreaker: Yeah. No worries for me. Since you're new to SoCal, I could always show you around.
Y/N: No need to. I can fly.
Icebreaker: Oh. Then if you're ever heading around the way to SDN, I'll be there. I know you can work for a better cause.
Y/N: You sound you know me.
Icebreaker whispers in your ear.
Icebreaker: I sure do.
She steps out.
The bartender looks to Robert.
Bartender: Mecha Dick. Get the fuck outta here.
Robert: Right. Could you just tell Blazer I'm outside?
The bartender clones himself.
Bartender: Now!
Robert gets up and just goes. You follow him. Leaning against the wall. He looks to you with his hands in his pockets.
Robert: So what's your endgame?
Y/N: To do better by the people.
Robert still looks at you.
Y/N: Fine. My parents are in prison. One day I'm going to get them out on way or another. Just not like this. And not right now. I don't kill or hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it.
Robert: Noble.
Blonde steps out with drinks for you, Robert and herself.
Blonde: Hey. I couldn't find you.
Robert: It's cool. I was just admiring the art on this dumpster.
You all look to see the words "THE ONLY CURE FOR CORPO RATS IS A BULLET"
Robert: Can't tell why anyone would want to put those words together.
Y/N: Nightcap? (You smirk) You're trouble.
Blonde Blazer: (A small smile) According to the bartender that's exactly what you both are. I walk out and he's pissed. The whole energy is awkward. And why'd it smell like burnt hair?
Robert: I got a little fired up with a guy, but he ran out before anything could happen so...
Blonde Blazer: You got fired up?
Robert: Does that not sound convincing enough?
Blonde hands the drinks to you she wraps a arm around Robert's hip.
Blonde Blazer: Hold these. I know a place.
Robert: You're kinda strong...
Blonde Blazer: It's a little out there. It's easier if we fly.
As Blonde starts to float up with ease as the Boogie Pack forms from your back, loudly whirring.
Blonde Blazer: Oh. Guess you have far more surprises up your sleeve.
Y/N: Stick around. I'm full of surprises.
You slide your goggles back on. The three of you are up and away into the air. Flying off from the bar and into the sky. Your hands are still holding the drinks.
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