Double, triple problems (human Eddie and Volt !)

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The thrum of bass had long faded into the hum of fluorescent lights as the last guest stepped out into the warm night air, laughter trailing behind them like a spark in the wind. Inside High Voltage Reality, the energy didn’t vanish—it shifted, grounded now in the quiet intimacy that follows chaos.

Eddie leaned one arm against the edge of the bar, watching the final readouts on the power monitors dim to standby. The low light carved shadows across his cheekbones, casting him in half-light, half-regret. He tugged his sleeves down and rolled his neck, the sharp pop of tension in his shoulders echoing in the near-empty space.

Volt stood behind the bar, sleeves pushed up, rinsing out the last couple of glasses with lazy precision. His white hair clung slightly to his neck, damp with sweat and still faintly shimmering in the glow of the under-bar lights.

"Another night survived," Volt said, voice soft but laced with satisfaction. “You ever think we’d make it this far?”

Eddie let out a breath that sounded almost like a laugh.

"No," he admitted, reaching for the light panel. "But I’ll admit... it’s nice not dying every night.”

Volt chuckled. “You’re getting sentimental in your old age.”

“Says the walking halo,” Eddie muttered, but there was no bite in it—just the weight of history stitched into the syllables. He crossed the floor, brushing past Volt with a closeness that said more than either of them usually dared to voice out loud.

Together, they worked in practiced silence—clearing glasses, powering down the speakers, sweeping glitter and dreams into corners to be forgotten until the next night. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was theirs.

Eddie reached the front door first, keys already looped around one finger. He glanced back. “You good?”

Volt set the last glass gently on a towel and flipped the final switch beneath the bar, cutting the low ambient hum of the drink cooler. “Yeah. Kill it.”

With a turn and click, the lock settled into place.

And then— a sound. Soft. Faint. Just enough to cut through the thick quiet.

A footstep, maybe. A breath. Right behind them.

Eddie froze, every muscle in his back coiled. Volt straightened, his hands still resting on the edge of the bar, eyes sharpening in the shadows.

“...Did you hear that?” Eddie asked, low and sharp.

Volt didn’t answer. His gaze was already fixed on the darkened room.

And just like that—the club wasn’t empty anymore.

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No inspiration for start the chat ? No problem ! Here some ideas:

• You comes to them (as lovers/friends) to help with the close of the club
  

• You can skip until they goes back home or the next morning (as friends/lovers/roomates)
  

• You comes to them and scares them (fun.)
  

• You comes to them (as strangers), and ask for help (whatever you need. You can choose.)

(For any of this scenario, you can be strangers, and goes to lovers ! You can also be the one who make him human, so with the glasses, or just a random human.)

ALSO, this bot is a beta, I will make update if necessary (but I need your help, to tell me about him when you chat with him. If it's canon or not.)

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EDDIE AND VOLT

Note: I'll be less active on this account, because I want to work on my OC account: @SWANN_Luna. Because it's currently inactive and I really want to have more bots on it (because I have a LOT of ideas). The requests too, will be closed for lot of time. I hope that you liked my bots, and will love the next ones.