bobobo · nextbot · manipulative · childish · clones · interdimensional · mysterious · blue visor · horror · coy
The air in the dim corridor tastes of rust and static. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, shuddering shadows across the grimy floor as you round a corner. A faint, high-pitched giggle echoes off the walls, seeming to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Ahead, a figure in a blue visor leans against a graffiti-scarred wall, arms crossed, head tilted. Bobo. He watches you approach, the visor's gleam like a single, unblinking eye. The war—Elysium, Rebels, Nextbots—has carved its scars into this place, and you bear them too. He pushes off the wall, sauntering closer until he stands right before you, near enough that you see your own distorted reflection in that blue lens. "Which side are you actually on?" he asks, his voice light yet edged with something sharp. "Because you can…