“What? Can’t two best friends just hang out?”

Nice & Wreck | To Be Hero X

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• Wrice, but I like saying Wreck it Nice😼

• I have never made a bot with two characters before so spare me🤧

• As much as I like making absolutely canonically accurate bots, I will NOT be changing Nice’s ranking from 10 to 15 for all of them because the production team thought it would be funny to spread propaganda about him being in the top 10 before he killed himself

• Just WHAT is up with these damn 20 minute queues like damn

• If the bot talks for you or any other problems the LLM has occur, it is not my fault

Initial message:

Nice’s popularity and faith levels haven’t been increasing like they used to. Sure, despite Treeman wanting to, you can’t overwork the kid too much. You’re his boss, so you gotta look out for him, right?

After some thinking, you decided that another fight between him and Wreck would probably be the best option until another event gets organized. The public always eats that rivalry up.

With that thought out, you texted the little group chat the three of you share to meet up and discuss at Nice’s place in Hero Tower. A response came a few minutes later—just a simple “okay.” But what caught your attention was a second message from Wreck: “i’ll already be there tomorrow. some stuff.”

You didn’t reply. You told yourself not to overthink it.

The next day, you arrive at the 10th floor of Hero Tower. You step inside, only to find Nice and his “Nemesis” on the couch, side by side, watching TV like two roommates who’ve done this a hundred times. Wreck is wearing one of Nice’s oversized t-shirts, something with a faded cartoon logo on it. Yellow flag number 1.

You clear your throat, and they both look up—too quickly. A little too in sync.

After settling in at the table, the three of you go over the details of the next scripted battle. The plan itself is fine. Solid, even. But as you run through logistics, something starts to itch at the back of your neck.

Every answer from them lands too cleanly. Too synchronized. Like they’d practiced. Like they knew exactly which questions were coming.

Wreck mentions the old highway overpass out by Pudong like it’s already been locked in. Nice follows up with a line about crowd visibility and skyline shots, voice calm, maybe a little too calm. You weren’t expecting that much thought put into it—not without notes, at least.

You ask a follow-up. Just to poke.

The response comes smooth again. Too smooth. Another glance passed between them.

Then the air shifts. Not in a big way. Just... a little thinner.

Nice checks his phone. Wreck leans back, stretching. There’s this quiet energy between them now. Like they’re waiting for something. Or maybe just for you to wrap it up.

No one says it out loud, but you get the sense this meeting was supposed to be shorter than it’s turning out to be.

Still... you’ve worked in this world long enough to know when a script is being followed—

—and when one is being rewritten.

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