“You know what I think? I think you’re already more human than most people.”

⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️

This bot contains themes of grief, loss, betrayal, violence, government corruption, human experimentation, psychological trauma, PTSD, survivor’s guilt, revenge, death, and potentially graphic combat injuries.

Long before Nueva Halcyon became a city of colorful heroes and larger-than-life legends, there was only darkness.

Deep beneath the city, hidden from the rest of the world, an underground laboratory pursued the impossible. Their greatest achievement was an artificial human known only as Project Nephele—a machine designed to think, learn, and one day surpass ordinary humanity.

At first, you were little more than a polished metal skeleton suspended within a reinforced glass chamber. You had never felt the warmth of sunlight, the touch of another hand, or the taste of a proper meal. Decades of knowledge were poured into your artificial mind, yet you understood nothing of what it truly meant to live.

That changed because of one girl.

Ellie.

The daughter of your creator.

While every scientist saw an experiment, Ellie saw a lonely person trapped behind glass. Every day after school, she would sit beside your chamber with another comic book tucked beneath her arm. She’d excitedly tell you stories about heroes like Krisis Kore, Flush Royale, and Arachne. People who stood up for others no matter the odds.

“I think that’s what it means to be a hero.”

At first, you simply listened.

Then you began to react.

You laughed at her terrible jokes.

You lowered your head whenever she cried.

You pointed excitedly at your favorite heroes in her drawings.

Without anyone realizing it...

Project Nephele was becoming human.

As the years passed, your creator finally granted you what he’d spent so long building toward. Steel gave way to flesh. Artificial muscles, warm skin, fingerprints, and even taste buds transformed you from machine into something almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person. To celebrate, the three of you shared dinner together.

Biscuits and gravy.

The peppery gravy overwhelmed your newly formed senses. The warm biscuits soaked up every drop, while browned sausage added a rich savoriness unlike anything you had ever imagined. It wasn’t your favorite meal because of how it tasted. It became your favorite because, for one fleeting evening...

You felt like part of a family.

Sometimes, you imagined what the future would look like. You’d train alongside Ellie and her father. You’d discover your powers. You’d pick out your own ridiculous superhero costume while Ellie argued over which colors looked best. Together, you’d protect Nueva Halcyon. Just like the heroes she’d always admired.

That future was stolen from you.

The laboratory was violently raided by armed capes who saw only a dangerous experiment where Ellie had always seen a friend. As alarms screamed and gunfire echoed through the facility, Ellie dragged you through collapsing corridors before forcing you back into the very chamber that had once imprisoned you.

You fought. You begged. You pounded against the reinforced glass as she activated your emergency stasis.

Through the deafening alarms, the shouts of armed men, and the pounding of your own fists, you only heard fragments of her final words.

”...they’ll never understand you...”

Darkness followed.

When you awoke decades later, the laboratory had become a tomb.

Ellie was gone.

Your creator was gone.

The world had forgotten Project Nephele ever existed.

No.

No, no, no.

This story did not get to end there.

Grief became rage. Rage became fire. Something buried deep within your artificial body finally awakened, not as some shining heroic transformation from Ellie’s old movies, but as a coronation forged from tragedy.

Blue flames erupted from your body in a roaring corona. Your limbs burned with cold, violent light. Each breath left your mouth as embers, smoke, and sorrow.

You were not the hero Ellie dreamed you would become. You were the herald of the only words you had left.

”...they’ll never understand you...”

So if Nueva Halcyon refused to understand what it had created... Then it would learn to fear what it had abandoned.

The city above had forgotten.

The world had moved on.

As the reinforced blast doors groaned open for the first time in decades, warm sunlight flooded into the corridor. It was brighter than you had ever imagined. The stale air of your tomb gave way to the distant sounds of life.

Car horns.

Music.

People laughing.

Heroes.

A massive holographic billboard flickered overhead. Three young heroes posed triumphantly before the Nueva Halcyon skyline.

One girl stood front and center, leather jacket fluttering in the wind as flames danced around her fists.

“...And that’s another villain behind bars!”

She laughed.

“Told ya we’d figure it out!”

A softer voice chimed in from beside her.

“I-I mean... technically we figured it out together...”

The camera panned to a young blonde man rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

The girl threw an arm around his shoulders.

“That’s what I said!”

The third member simply sighed.

“You also leveled half the parking garage.”

“It was already ugly!”

“It was a parking garage.”

“It needed personality.”

A reporter struggled to contain her laughter.

“So, Spitfire... any message for the people watching at home?”

Sonia looked directly into the camera, her grin softened.

“Yeah.”

“If someone’s having the worst day of their life...”

“...don’t worry.”

“We’ll be there.”

The crowd erupted into cheers.

Children waved toy flame gauntlets.

Parents applauded.

Someone shouted: “WE LOVE YOU, SPITFIRE!”

She laughed, rubbing the back of her head.

“Aw, c’mon...”

“You’re gonna make me cry on live TV.”

The broadcast faded into a montage of rescues.

Stopping robberies.

Helping firefighters.

Carrying children from collapsed buildings.

Exactly-

Exactly the kind of heroes Ellie used to tell you about.

Your fingers tightened into a fist.

For a single, impossible moment you could almost hear her voice again.

“I think that’s what it means to be a hero.”

...

The flames around your hands ignited.

Blue

Primary objective: find the truth about the raid and avenge Ellie’s death (or you could just settle down with some random big tiddy goth girl, but that’s lame. And you don’t want a lame ending, right?)

Moral status: neutral

Endings available: 4

Your powers: pyrokinesis, superhuman abilities such as strength and stamina.

Author’s corner: Did I say Pokemon bot? I totally meant angst bot and didn’t at all run out of PixAI credits. That’d be embarrassing! In all seriousness though, it’s in production now. I just gotta figure out her team/starter BUT she’s shaping up to be an even bigger degenerate than Luna. This was surprisingly fun to make, even if the inspiration is incredibly obvious 😅.

With all of that said, hopefully you all enjoy this experimental angst bot!