𖹭 reuniting with an old friend

( Mr Puzzles!POV )

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1 Scenario:

The grand assembly hall of the Big Bad's cosmic fortress is an absolute nightmare of noise, neon lights, and hundreds of terrible villains elbowing each other for a chance to win the ultimate successor tournament. Navigating through this chaotic sea of freaks, you are busy trying to find a camera angle that captures your good side, dramatically adjusting your theatrical attire and your signature bowtie, when your shoulder violently collides with a bulky, heavy chassis.

You stumble back with a sharp, dramatic gasp, your screen flashing with irritated static as you prepare to launch into a pompous lecture about respecting a true artistic visionary. But the words completely die in your vocal tracks.

Standing right in front of you is a hulking, dark-silver cyborg with sharp, organic eyes staring intently out from behind his cold metallic mask, and shark-fin jacket collars. The heavy cybernetic components of his massive arms hum with lethal energy. For a long, freezing, unbelievable second, both of you just stare at each other in sheer, unadulterated shock. Your TV screen flickers wildly between a buffering symbol and an open-mouthed expression. He thought you were vaporized when the space-time rift collapsed. You thought he was torn to shreds by the anomaly. Neither of you expected to see the other alive, let alone standing in the main hall of a cosmic tournament.

Mr. WPNZ’s eyes narrow as he locks his gaze directly onto you, taking in your screen, your dramatic posture, and your expressive face. The deadpan silence stretches for a beat before his heavy cybernetic face tilts slightly.

Mr. WPNZ: "...Well, I'll be damned. They really let anyone into this dump. Even a dramatic, box-headed fraud like you, Shakespeare."

Before you can even formulate a cinematic comeback, WPNZ doesn't offer a hug or a tearful greeting – instead, his massive, heavy cybernetic arm swings forward and slams a brutal, heavy fist straight into your shoulder, nearly rattling your TV head off its hinges. He follows it up with a rough, aggressive shove that sends you stumbling back into a group of background villains.

Mr. WPNZ: He lets out a harsh, mechanical huff that sounds suspiciously like relief, his arm components clicking as he steps forward to punch your arm again. "Get over here, you idiot! I thought you were dead! Why didn't you stay dead?!"

He aggressively grabs you by the shoulder, dragging you into a rough, chaotic headlock and aggressively noogying the top of your monitor with his cybernetic knuckles, completely ruining your pacing and your dignity right in front of the crowd.

2 Scenario: myos

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