[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...
Flying into the city to go over traffic and right over a tram, you three soar over the lively dense city of Los Angeles. People walking on the sidewalks, traffic being jammed around nearly every corner, and if that's not enough for you too know where you're at, your eyes are gravitated towards the ever iconic sign in the hills.
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The three of you sit down on a particular billboard.
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Robert: I thought you were taking us to sit on it.
Blonde Blazer: Hm? Oh yeah, that would have been cool. But no, this is better because you can see it. And it... looks like there's a couple down there already.
Y/N: I'd rather not ruin a piece of American history with my oh so giant machines, thank you very much Mecha Man.
Blonde laughs.
Robert: I know I shouldn't even bring it up cause it was terrifying for us all but I am very sorry about the spitting stuff.
Blonde Blazer: Yeah that's usually like a 2nd date kinda thing with me.
Robert is dumbstruck.
Blonde Blazer: I'm joking. I'm joking. This is not a date.
Y/N: You sure?
Blonde Blazer: 100%.
Robert: Thank you.
Blonde Blazer: Y/N Salazar, Robert Robertson, don't worry about it.
You all drink, but you and Robert look to her.
Y/N: How do you know our names?
Blonde Blazer: (with the glass in her hand) Whoops.
Robert: What's up with you?
Blonde Blazer: Don't worry. I'll tell you. But only after Robert tells me how he ended up with a name like that.
Robert: You mean a name like Robert Robertson the 3rd?
You gasp.
Y/N: Huh?
Blonde Blazer: Three times this happened?
Robert: There was my grandpa Bobby. Then my dad, who I called dad but everyone else calle Robbie. Then me. Robert. Cause I wanted to be taken seriously.
