Chapter 1: Roberts POV 3rd person limited
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The bar was alive with music.
Not too loud but not too quiet, if it werent for the fact that Robert was in public he could probably fall asleep in the booth, a loud cheer had him looking across the circular booth, where the Z-team was cheering away. Most of the team was somehow fitting in the circular booth. Next to him Sonar was leaning up against Maleoval, whose tail had found its way around his abdomen. Of course punchup and Coupe were happily smooched together, seemingly unbothred by their teammates drunkenness.
From there it was Flambae, Prism, and Waterboy at the very end. Off the edge of the table Golem happily crunched on shot glasses, Invisigal perched on his shoulder with a cold beer in hand.Robert knew she prefered sitting on Golem than benches for some reason.
With a shake of his head he gulped down the rest of his water, putting it down back onto the table with a small clink. Robert knew how much the team needed this, working their asses off all week with a success rate so high that Blonde Blazer had pulled him aside to congratulate him.
Despite the fact that Robert was intending on working overtime Chase had taken one look at him and summoned the Z-team to practically haul Robert out of the building. The glare Robert had given the old man after Malevola had hauled him over her shoulder had the other dispatcher laughing his ass over.
” Karma you fucker!” Chase had yelled as the team dragged Robert out the door
“For what!?” Robert had yelled back from the demons shoulder before disappearing through a shimmering red portal
“Bob. Bobert. Bobbie -man.” Sonar cut through his thought bubble, a clawed arm looping around his shoulders,” Go get yourself a drink my man! Its a celebration!” he hiccupped, drunk from waaay to many beers.
Before Robert could retort Punch up exlaimed from his seat,” Dont worry about being sober lad! Me and Coupe got it from here, were only tipsy!” raising a water that Robert hadnt noticed earlier.
Looking at it now those two seemed to be the least drunken out of all of them, and worse case scenario he could count on Waterboy and Golem to take hold if anything went wrong.
With a sigh he put his hands up in surrender and soon moseyed his way to the bar, carefully avoiding drunken bodies that tried to grab out to him. It wasnt until he was sitting in a tall bar seat that he let his shoulders relax. Ordering a cold beer with ice once the bartender was finished with a row of others, looking like he almost needed a drink himself.
“You alright there? You got bigger eyebags than me.” Robert commented as the older gentleman pulled a cup from below the counter.
The bartender let out a small husky laugh,” Have you looked in the mirror recently? But naw, just another night lad.” he said, sliding a freshly poured beer over the counter,” enjoy.” he smiled before moving on down the line.
Robert took one last look at the z-team, seeing them cheering and laughing. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seent them so happy. With one last sigh he wished his futur self goodluck as he began to drink one of many beers.
Roberts head hurt. And the worse part about it he was only 5 or maybe 6 beers deep? Or maybe 7, he couldnt remember.
Not in the way it usually did, no, it was more like a small throb on his forehead. Almost felt the same as the time Flambae had knocked the top of his head in the workout room. He couldnt help the giggle come out of his mouth at the thought of the superhero.
God how much has he had to drink? Robert couldnt care less about it, that sounded like a problem for future him. The rest of the world was a sea of swirls, music just barely in the background. Robert didnt even notice when his beer became strawberry flavored water, too drunk to even stand up from his chair.
As he was about to start downing another glass a figure sat down next to him.
“Mind if I join you for a drink friend.” he asked, a sly smile plastered on his face. He was about the same age as robert, slicked black hair and wearing an admittedly handsome leather jacket.
“ Only if you’re ordering.” Robert said.
He got his answer as a bright red concoction soon appeared in his hands. He looked with awed eyes at the drink, taking a small sip and whsitleing at the strong taste of strawberry and tequila that rushed through his system like wildfire.
“This is awesome.” he said, letting himself relax.
For what felt like forever Robert and his new found friend got to chatting as one drink after another popped up before him. As he began to tell the new arrival about his adorable little hotdog sandwich of a dog a figure suddenly bumped into him. Harshly.
Roberts drink nearly went flying out of his hand as a person roughly shoved past him. Before Robert could see who it was the figure was already gone, disappeared into the crowd of swirling colors.
Robert blinked for a moment, wondering just what happened when a hand clasped his :houlder,” So tell me more about this little friend of yours?” leather jacket dude asked, a seemingly warm smile on his face.
He ignored the jittery feeling on the back of his neck, a lopsided smile taking over his worries. Robert launched back into his story of Beef the wonder, shrugging off the strange feeling and talking with his new best friend.
***
God he couldnt feel anything. His head had declared itself to be one with the bar table, his hand lay limp near an empty glass, the other dangling limply by his legs. What was he doing again?
A cold hand snaked around his abdomen, a slithery voice spoke in his ear,” What’cha say we take this outside sugar?”
Robert wanted to say no. he wanted to go back home and curl up in his sad plastic chair and forget his problems ever existed. What game out of his mouth was a gurgled whine, his mouth had already stopped working.
The man took the answer as a yes, hauling Roberts drunk body upward from the chair. He wanted to cry out, to push this stranger away but his body no longer obeyed him, nothing coming out than a small mumble. The world was now nothing more than swirls and blurs as Roberts body was dragged along on an unwilling ride. The man had taken an arm over his shoulder and another snaked around Roberts right side, gripping his waist as he stumbled over his own two feet.
He was so tired, tired after a long day, tired after problem after problem. His eyelids betrayed him, drooping even more as the cold night air of torrence hit him in the face. Beyond the blurriness of his vision he could see trash littering the bar alleyway. Before Robert could process anything else a violent force shoved him into the cold brick wall.
A yelp escaped his lips as hands suddenly covered his mouth and chest, practically pinning him to the wall like an fly.
“What a shame a pretty thing like you is being wasted when you have ssso much to offer.” the man hissed in his ear.
Robert nearly screamed as the man in the leather jacket licked a long strip of the dispatchers neck, muffled by the others hand. As the other began to violently lick and breath against his neck he began to lean more on the horrified drunken Robert, snaking the hand from Roberts chest to his waist and shoving the poor man into him.
“What do you say we take this a little further?” the man whispered huskily in his ear, eagerly rubbing up against the smaller man.
Tears sprouted in Roberts eyes as the man lifted his numb body off the ground, sucking on his neck and inserting himself between Roberts legs to grind on him harder, huskily moaning.
No matter how Rober tried to scream or push the other man off of him his body was numb with alcohol, his eyes threatened to close and he couldnt feel his feet. The only thing he could feel was the cold brick wall pushing against his thin work shirt, undoubtedly leaving marks . As the man was about to start pulling off clothing a voice suddenly cut through the air.
‘GET THE HELL OFF OF HIM!”
In a blink of an eye a wall of flames appeared from the darkness. The man screamed as flames seared through his jacket, dropping a limp Robert as he struggled to put out the flames on his back.
Roberts world went sideways as his head hid the hard and wet alleyway floor, his whole body hurting and screaming at him. He let out a low pitiful groan as another flash of red appeared, he was so tired, his eyelids were heavy and threatened to close any second.
Before he could dwell into the thought of a deep long sleep boots filled his vision and suddenly there were voices,
“Holy shit!”
“Robert!”
“Flambae!”
Everything was too loud, too bright. He heard what sounded like a pitiful wine, was that him? As his head began to throb and body begin to shiver large hands were suddenly on him. He didnt remember when he closed his eyes but when he opened them he was met with red skin and was that a white tank top?
“Shh, you’re alright.” a familiar voice above him comforted him, Mal his brain dully recognized.
That might explain the strong arms holding him up, his legs dangled aimlessly as he curled into the crook of the demons neck, she was warm. Robert hummed as his body lolled against something warm, everything was fuzzy.
He scrunched his eyes as a sharp pain shot through his skull, curling inward as much as his numb body would let him.
Robert heard someone talking, god it sounded like he was underwater. He let out a small groan as the soft warmth was replaced with something much hotter. He couldn't help but feel his body go completely slack as the warmer thing jostled him around. He couldn't help but let his head thump against the warmer surface, brain already shutting down as he let the beckoning of sleep consume him.
Leaving behind muffled voices that called out to him
***
When Robert stirred to life the first thing he noticed was the pain. God it felt like his whole body was being bitten by fire ants. He couldn't help but scrunch his eyes and suck in a quick breath as he curled inward onto himself. His brain was still fuzzy but his body screamed at him, and somewhere in his adled brain he knew something was wrong.
As he clenched his jaw and curled in as much as he could a sudden heat burst through the pain. Roberts body went limp as warmth flooded his system, he couldn't help but let out a groan as the tension in his body faded away and was replaced with a blissful heat. It was only after the heat drove away the pain did he start hearing hushed voices around him.
“Robert? Buddy? You alive?” A voice cut through the fog.
Robert hummed as he slowly opened his eyes, even through the dark haze in his view he could see something sparkly above him. Was that the sky? Before he could focus on that a face came into his field of vision. Robert could of sworn he was going crazy as he saw a bat over back at him, an actual fucking bat with glowing white eyes was. Looking. At. Him.
He wanted to scream and run as fast as his feet would take him and crawl inside a hole and never come out but his body refused. So Robert was stuck. Eyes only widening a fractions and pulls shrinkint as this bat looked at him, one of its large ears twitched before it backed out of its field of view.
“Holy shit.” He saw it talk, now a grey and pinkish blob in the haze,” uh- I think I scared him.” It said in what sounded like a wounded voice.
All of a sudden the thing Roberts head was on rumbled and a voice hissed above him.
“what do you mean you scared him?”
“ As in I can hear his heart beating out of its chest like a chainsaw “
“What?!”
Robert winced at that last voice, closing his eyes and scrunching them as his forehead throbbed painfully. He couldn't help but whimper as the feeling, curling in on himself again, or trying. All of a sudden he felt warmth around him, almost wrapping around his shoulders and legs.
Robert let out a sigh at the feeling, letting himself relax as the warm haze settled across him again. God it felt amazing. He heard voices talking again over him and he felt himself away, or his legs did. As what sounded like voices above faded out Robert let himself be consumed by darkness. Again.
***
Robert didn't think he was going to wake up again. But when he did he felt warm. Warmth than he hasnt felt in a long time. As he began to stir he soon noticed his arms hugging his chest and what felt like a blanket was wrapped around him. He took the pleasure of feeling the soft texture, humming at how fluffy it was.
Wait a minute. He doesn't own a blanket
Roberts eyes snapped open at the realization. He was met with more confusing when he recognized the same beaten down walls of his apartment. Yep definitely is because he could see the water stain from last week.
As Roberts brain finally began waking up and he tried to wiggled his way out of the mass of blankets he froze at a pair of arms wrapped around his blankets torso and behind him a sleepy voice muttered,”stop squirming”
Robert froze in place. Brain finally nothing up and eyes going wide as Flambae wrapped his arms around Roberts torso and pulled him closer. Robert only unfroze when heat coursed through the mound of blankets and enveloped his torso. He couldn't help but sigh at how amazing it felt, eyes dropping and opening again as he fought off the blurry haze.
“Looks like someones awake.” A voice cut through his thoughts. All of a sudden Malevola appeared out of nowhere, wearing nothing but a white tank top and pajama pants?
“Wha-” Robert tried to say, his lips were numb,”what happened?” He asked.
The she-demon made herself comfortable in the mound of blankets that were skewered over the floor,” you got drugged last night at the bar. I'm surprised your even up.” She pulled the blankets over her.self.
Robert swayed uncertainly as he tried to push himself into a sitting position. Groaning as his back popped,”wha time is it?” He asked, notice the dark sky of Torrence through the balcony windows.
“It's time for you to go to sleep” Malevola dodged the question, instead making herself comfy close to Robert and gently laying him down back into the nest of what Robert realized to be pillows and blankets. A blurry haze settled over his eyes as he was lowered half down into the mess or pillow, signing at the nice.cold side of a pillow. He felt the arms or Flambae tighten around his midsection as Robert settled back down. Said arms were joined by Malevola as she tucked him right into her front, where she maneuvered Robert's head to be in the crook of her collarbone.
Sober Robert would be asking questions, but right now? Robert was happy to be warm and comfy, and with that last thought he succumbed to the incoming sleep. Whatever happened now was a problem for future Robert.
Chapter 2: Teams perspective of the night out
Summary:
Basically the Z-teams perspective of the night out and what happend afterwards.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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The Z-team was drunk, that was a fact.
Out of all the z-team only Waterboy, Coupe, Punch-up, Waterboy, and Golem were sober. Who had replaced their drinks with waters, nursing away the effects of alcohol
As for the rest of them, it had taken Prism and Golem to stop Flambae from walking up to the karaoke machine. The pyromaniac grumbling as Prism yanked him back down into the booth and trapped him with her legs over his lap and shoving water in his direction.
On top of Golem's shoulder Invisigal grabbed the rest of Flambae’s orange drink and downed it with a smile, giving the glass to Golem who happily munched on the glass, apparently liking it better than the actual drinks. The waiter had been reluctant in letting the construct eat the glasses but gave up once Phenomaman happily offered to pay for drinks and all glasses eaten.
Next to them Waterboy, on his waterproof tarp, was happily drinking a blue smoothie and somewhat leaning on Phenomaman who seemed to be enjoying a melon flavored smoothie, incapable of being drunk with his alien physiology. Between those two, Punch up, and Coupe they were the most sober people at the table.
And at the other end of the round booth Sonar was happily leaning on Mal, whose tail had come to curl around the bat hybrid's waist as she quietly replaced beer with water. Sipping on a margarita knowing it wouldn't do jack shit and just give her a light buzz at best.
Of course Robert sat himself at the very end, occasionally sipping on ice water with a straw. It wasn't until Sonar had convinced him to relax that he gave in and headed to the bar. The Z-Team looked on in concern as their dispatched disappeared through the bar.
None of them would admit outloud but they cared for Robert. Mostly because they didnt want to deal with another dispatcher but also he was the only one who actually gave a fuck about what happend to them. When they had heard through the channels of gossip that Robert had fought against the higherups to keep both Coupe and Sonar on the team they had been shocked. Even more so after hearing that their normally quiet dispatcher had told HR to fuck off.
After that they had made a silent pact to try and take care of him. Even after he revealed himself to be mechaman and Flambae had tried to kill him the Team only updated their pact to the point where there was an entire google doc set up “Protect the Moron” Prism took full charge of naming the doc, cackling the entire time as she added “ Flambae do NOT incinerate him” which earned her a finger from the ex-villain.
Not to mention the shifts everybody signed up for, making sure at least one of them checked on their tired dispatcher throughout the day. Somehow the group had managed to hide it from said dispatcher, who was definitely suspicious if the Z-team was agreeing with each other.
“ Why are you planning to kill me?” Robert had said one morning, casting a suspicious glance towards his team of morons/
“We would never do such a thing.” Invigal had quipped back, typing away at her phone.
Robert had squinted his eyes and taken a long sip of his coffee before speaking,” Coupe, if these idiots are planning on killing me I give you permission to do it first and win whatever bet is going on.” the tired dispatcher took one more sip and strided out of the room, leaving the Z-Team bewildered in his wake.
So safe to say the Team relaxed a little after their dispatcher finally left to get himself a drink. Shortly after the man left did both Ohenomaman and Waterboy excuse themselves, apparently Phenomeman leaving for a Magic the Gathering game and Water it stuttering about how he had to go home to take care of his grandmother. The others sat the groups happily and waved them off, Phenoman leaving his card at the table not caring how much they spent.
However as the hour ticked by the comfortable setting was interrupted by one buzzed Sonar. While most of the other members of the z-team were chilling, joking, and overall having a fun time the bat-hybrid, who had originally been leaning on Malevola with droopy eyes, snapped awake. He had sat up slowly, eyes widening and nose twitching like crazy.
“Babes?” Malevola had asked, noticing the others' wild eyed look, casting a concerned glance.
The other did not respond, eyes only widened, nose and ears twitching as he sat straighter in the booth.
“What the hell's with him?” Flambaegrumbled at the other end of the booth.
As Malevola was about to respond she was cut off by Sonar whipping his head toward the bar and launching himself out of the booth. He ignored the voices of the z-team behind him and ripped through the drunken crowd in the bar. His eyes were now wide awake scanning the bar until he finally stopped by the bar.
On the bar table sat empty beer glasses and tipped over margarita glasses. Sonar didn't hesitate in picking them up and sniffing each one out, nose twitching as he smelled the margarita glasses. He let out a low hiss as he leaned away from the glass and threw it back onto the counter, hastily sniffing the others he found they also had that smell.
Out from the crowd Flambae and Malevola burst through, spotting Sonar twitching by the bar. The rest of the team followed suit.
“Sonar what the fuck!” Flambae yelled
The bat ignored him and instead rushed over towards the nearest bartenders, an old man with salt and pepper hair who was polishing off a glass.
“Was there a man in a blue SDN shirt sitting here?” Sonar hurriedly asked, gripping onto the bar counter.
The older bartender looked to where Sonar was pointing at,” Oh the young fella! He was sitting there chatting with another youngin, looked to be having a great time those two.” The older bartender set down his glass before eyeing the twitching bat hybrid in front of him,” What's it to you?” he asked calmly.
The bat hybrid didn't answer, instead rapidly looking around the room until finally landing on an emergency door. Behind him the others looked on with concern.
Before Sonar could start running towards the exit, strong red hands grasped his shoulders as Malevola did her best to hold the twitching bat, whose eyes were wide as saucers.
“Woah woah, breathe and tell us what's wrong before you go charging off.” Maleoval slowly let go of the bat's shoulders, voice piercing through the ringing and fog.
The other looked between the door and the rest of the team who stood behind the demon before breaking,” Not ime to explain but I smelled a heavy dose of date rape drug and if im right Robert been drugged and whoever is went out that door!” he pointed towards the emergency exit.
In that moment all of the z-team sobered up faces morphing from confusion to pure rage. Without a word Flambaesprinted towards the door, the others followed suit. Malevola patted Sonar on the shoulder before the two followed their teammates towards the exit
It was Flamabae who made it towards the door first, practically blowing it off its hinges with a loud crack. The cold air of Torrence brushed past him as Flambae quickly locked into the horrific scene of a man pinning Robert, who Flamabae later realized to be nearly unconscious, against a brick wall.
Red filled his vision as Flamabae practically screamed
”GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!”
In an instant flames lit up the alleyway, the man assaulting Robert quickly dropped the dispatcher as his clothes caught fire. He screamed in agony as his back was lit, flames dancing and glowing.
Flambae breathed heavily, boots cold against the alley floor, his hands becoming balls of flames as he stood over the smaller man, who looked up in horror.
The pyro leaned down and grabbed a fistful of what clothing remained on the skinnier man's body and yanked him up into the air.
“You're going to tell me exactly what you gave him.” Flambae growled, raising his right hand consumed in flames,”Or I'm going to turn you into a pile of ash.” He hissed.
The criminal quickly confused, eyes wide as frying pans as he stuttered out the name of the drug. A new date rape drug that had been going around, known for its near death effects. The man's eyes widened as Flambae prepared to incinerate him alive before a scream echoed behind him.
“Flambae!”
Prism practically screamed, forcing the ex-villain to turn around. Prism shook her head and instead motioned towards the others, where Flambae could see that Malevola was holding a limp Robert in her hands, the other members of the team torn between the fight and their dispatch.
Flambe let out a scoff, casting one last look at the scrawny pathetic man and throwing him towards the ground, ignoring the gasping from the other as he hurried over towards the others.
Prism patted her bestie on the shoulder as the pyro joined the others, quickly taking notice of the situation.
The dispatcher was skinny to say the least but it felt so wrong seeing him look nearly dead in Malevola's arm. It was rare to see Robert of all people be relaxed but this? This was flat out wrong the way he lolled as Malevola shifted him in his arm, his eyes closed in a way that didn't seem natural, cheeks that were flushed.
” Fuck he's shivering.” She muttered.
Flambae didn't hesitate to step forward,” Give.” He demanded.
He could feel the stares from the rest of the team as he gave Maleoval a fierce look, the demon nodded before carefully handing the dispatcher over. Despite the fact that the dispatcher looked dead to the world Flamabae could practically feel how tense the smaller man was in his arms.
Flambe didn't hesitate to start hearing himself up, finally relaxing as he felt Roberts muscles relax in his arms.
“ He fucking deserved it!” The rapist screamed from behind them.
Flambaewilled himself not to combust into flames, shoulders tensing as he quietly gripped Robert tighter in his arms. However before the bastard could speak again a knife cut through the air, pinning the man to the back alley wall. All eyes went to Coupe as she flared at the man silently, next to her Punch up rubbed his knuckles together ,” Now ya done it “ he grinned evil.
Flambaewinced as Punch-up and Coupe quickly made work with the rapist. Only after the man was knocked unconscious did Golem happily take over, dragging the man out of the alleyway behind the others.
Flambaequietly shifted Robert in his arms again while Golem dragged the man over towards the bar's bouncer and explained the situation. The dispatcher's head lolled against Flamabae's chest, from his right the others cooed at the interaction, Invisigal reaching over and petting Roberts hair.
“Holy shit he looks adorable!” She grinned, only stopping at a glare from Flamabae.
“He's still pretty out of it. Probably not gonna wake up for a long while.” Sonar sniffed in Robert's general direction,” he still reeks of it “ he scrunched his nose.
After Golem joined the group the others slowly started walking away from the bar. It was only after they realized they needed to get Robert help did they finally stop near an abandoned park. After bickering back and forth for a while they came to the conclusion of bunkering down at Robert's apartment since it was the closest, and also the closest to where they were.
The entire way over Flambaerefused to hand the unconscious dispatcher back to Malevola, saying he was clearly the hottest out of all of them and that Robert would practically freeze to death.
As he and Prism got into a squabbling match about how it wasn't that freezing out everyone went silent as the figure in Flamabae's arms stirred.
“Robert? Buddy? You alive?” Sonar asked, leaning over Flambae’s left side to peer at the dispatcher
Flambaefroze in place as the dispatcher slowly opened his eyes and blinked, face morphing into confusion.
After a moment Sonar frowned and backed away, a somewhat hurt expression on his face,”Holy shit.” He said, frowning,” uh- I think I scared him.” He said with a wounded expression, ears twitching.
Flambaeshot the bat hybrid with a confused glare,” heat do you mean you scared him?” He hissed.
“ As in his heart is beating out of his chest like a fucking chainsaw!”
“What?!”
The two quietly yelled back at each other before Prism snapped her fingers between the two idiots, a small flashing light blinded them. Both Sonar and Flambae flared at her with withering stares
“In case you idiots did notice he fell asleep.” Prism pointed out the obvious,” and second off will one do you idiots grab his keys ? We’re nearly at his place and he might not be amused at us breaking down the damn door. ” She said with a roll of her eyes, pulling out her phone.
Flambae rolled his eyes as Invisigal jumped at the opportunity to snatch the dispatcher's keys patting around his ass and Flamabes hands until fishing a key ring with a cheshire grin.
“You just wanted to grope his flat ass didn't you?”
“What makes you think that?”
***
Roberts apartment was depressing to say the least
Once Invisigal finally jammed the key into the lock with a victorious cry the members of the z team stood in the dispatcher's house with pure horror and worry on their faces.
Being the first one in the apartment holding the unconscious dispatcher, Flambaemade a tsk sound, “ Now this is just pathetic.” He eyed the green plastic chair in the corner like it had just killed someone.
“Pathetic? It looks like someone fucking died in here.” Prism critiqued everything, taking a picture of the small room,” we are absolutely redecorating this shit hole.” She clapped her hands together.
From there it was a blur for everyone as Malevola, Prism, and Golem disappeared through one for eh demons pink portals for furniture, leaving only Flamabae, Sonar, Coupe, Punch Up, and Invisigal in the empty apartment.
They mostly hovered around Robert, minus Sonar who wandered off to investigate the bathroom for “Medical supplies” only to come back a few minutes later after finding only a med kit in the mirror cabinet.
Flambaecouldn't help but let his eyes wander around the sad apartment. He couldn't fathom how the dispatcher lived here, there wasn't even a bed for gods sake! From the expressions on the others' faces he could see they were thinking the same thing. While waiting for the others to come back Invisigal had taken it upon herself to rummage around the crappy apartment, the cupboards had cobwebs and the only thing in the fridge was crappy beer and deli turkey
“Damn how is he even alive?!” Invisigal threw her hands up in the air after finding an entire cupboard of dog food, the only normal food in the entire apartment.
“ With the money from SDN he could of at least gotten a bed.” Sonar muttered.
Flambaehummed in agreement, shifting the unconscious dispatcher in his arms again as the needle pricking feeling popped up in his hands. It was quite a surprise to the fire based hero that Robert was light, he made sure to remember to bring it up with the others in the group chat. It's really not healthy being this underweight.
Soon enough the others returned with furniture and goodies, the night turning into a blurry of excitement as they got to work decorating the living room, filling up the kitchen, and the bedroom. Turns out behind the board of string and pictures of shroud they found a sealed door, which turned out to be a small bedroom with a window. Of course Prism and Malevola took the initiative in refurnishing the apartment. Mostly Golem and Punch up moving in couches, lights, carpets, and a bed.
It was only after that the group declared a sleep over was in order, Maleoval, Golem,.and Sonar disappearing through one of her portals and dragging through mattresses, blankets, and bundles of clothing. After finding out that Robert only has the one pair of clothing the others all agreed to get the man some clothing, some engaging from questionable choices to pajamas as they guessed what Robert would like.
As the excitement died down the Z-team eventually settled in the nest of mattresses, pillows and blankets. Flamabe, relieved at being able to put the dispatcher down, tried to drop him into the make shift nest when ames suddenly latched around his torso. Somehow in his comatose state Robert had latched his arms around the other hero's torso with a death grip.
Malevola couldn't help but laugh at the Flambae’s horrified face before dragging him down into the blankets. The other hero huffed but accepted his fate as a human radiator when the dispatcher snuggled up close, the others all covering their mouths to stop from cooing and laughing.
With that out of the way the team descended into a nest of heroes Malevola snuggled behind Robert with her tail curled around his waist, Sonar flopped over behind her. Of course Robert had silently declared Flambae as his personal pillow, on his right Prism face first in a mass of pillows, Invisigal had declared the cough hers. On a small corner of the next Couple and Punch were a mess of limbs. Of course that left Golem, who had chosen the edge of the nest, who with tons of body pillows was happily slumbering away.
And with no other thoughts the Z-team let themselves fall asleep, knowing that their dispatcher was safe and sound.
Notes:
Just wanted to say thank you so much for the comments and kudos! I genuinely didn't think anyone would read this much less leave comments and I loved reading them! next chapter, when I get to it, is probably going to be about Robert fully waking up and the chaos afterwards.