[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...
Robert: In more ways than one. Gramps was the first Mecha Man. Died in the suit before I was born. Dad was killed fighting Shroud. That's when I took over. Then there's the inheritance and life insurance money.
Blonde Blazer: I'm... so sorry. I didn't realize-
Robert: It is what it is. Just your sad run of the mill hero origin story. The family tradition, if there is one, is dying in that suit. Which I don't have to worry about anymore.
You sigh.
Y/N: Since we are spilling our hearts on the concrete. I might as well tell you guys about my past. I was born like anyone else. Except my parents were well respected scientists. Their work helped combat many illnesses. Cancer. Diabetes. You name it. What's fucked up about it is that when I turned 11, a wasp ruined my entire life with one sting to my neck. Spazzed out on the floor and blacked out as I was taken to a facility. When I woke up, my parents were right there. Wanting to inject nanites into my body to cure me. So many medical peeps from across the country also showed up to help me. And they did. The nanites killed the sickness in me. But... the nanites reacted horribly to my body's immune system.
Blonde is pretty horrified at what she's hearing.
Robert: Holy shit...
You look to Robert and Blonde.
Y/N: But wait. There's more fucked up things for me to say. I killed everyone else but my parents. The cops came through, my dad tried to tell them he and my mom only wanted to help me but they weren't having it. Cuffed em both. I ran to save them but that didn't go to plan. Next thing you know, I spent my whole life in the correction system. First in juvie and then going around as a member of a clandestine group to kill anyone that was a threat to the people. I've been free since, yet my parents are still behind bars. But that time changed me. There's always a tomorrow for me, even I had to let most of my past die. I refuse to let my parents go.
Robert pats your back.
Robert: You'll be okay, dude. Take it from a wash up like me.
Y/N A wash up that did many good deeds for the people? I'm honored.
You and Robert chuckle. Your gaze returns to Blonde.
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Y/N: That only means you then, Blondie.
Blonde holds her laugh in.
Blonde Blazer: I'm not drunk enough to share my origin story just yet. But remind me to tell you both someday.
Robert: You got it.
Blonde reaches over to your goggles and Robert's mask. The two of you nod. Blonde takes off Robert's mask as she removes your goggles. Her hand softly rests on your cheek.
Blonde Blazer: I'm sure we can work with this.
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