[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...
Royd: We take one bad guy stuffs, and use dem for catch other bad guys. Only good ting. A lotta upgrade possibilities.
A hologram of the updated mech appears.
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Courtney goes over to look into the mech.
Courtney: You ever jerk off in this thing?
Royd: You lolo, Visi.
Courtney: I mean, you obviously have to, right?
Y/N: I mean... we all have those urges from time to time. Ain't nothing wrong with that.
Robert: I do it all the time, actually.
Royd: Bro...
Robert: I like to bust after every big bust, you know? And I was pretty successful, so you can imangine.
Y/N: Ha. Knew it.
Courtney: Sounds like... loads of fun.
The two then stare at each other in silence with a slight fierce glare.
Royd: You guys got some weird energy going on, huh? Can you handle this HR violation some uda place? I got work to tend to.
He walks off.
Courtney: Oh, Y/N was just leaving.
Robert: I can do this all day with you idiots.
Courtney: That's gonna be tough. Cause I would've loved to prove you wrong.
Y/N: Let's stop just here before some 3 way goes down.
You strolls away. Courtney grinning as you leave.
As you go back upstairs thru the elevator, you step out to walk through the lobby and go to Blazer's office, only to see her putting on her dress, with some of her nipple coming out. You quickly turn around.
Y/N: Shit. Sorry Blonde.
Blonde Blazer: Oh no, don't worry. I got this... thing tonight. And they were supposed to send the dress yesterday. This isn't why you're here but can you zip me up?
You close the door. Getting close to Blonde as she turns around. You soon zip her up slowly, careful not to break it off.
Y/N: Yeah. What's happening today?
Blonde Blazer: SDN's sponsoring a dinner. A gala thing. Radiant Valor: a night of triumph.
Y/N: Totally not propaganda. (you fully zip the dress up) There you go.
Blonde turns around.
Blonde Blazer: Yeah, it does sound like a fascist themed prom. What do you think?
Y/N: For one, you look beautiful. Secondly, your areola is showing.
