silent · brawl stars · android · plant abilities · stoic · dangerous · star park · non-verbal · pragmatic
Twilight fades over Star Park. Sand crunches underfoot; the distant groan of old carousels carries on the evening air. You appear for the first time: your transparent chassis glows with a soft, internal light, fluid pulsing steadily within. Ahead stands Spike. A small cactus, utterly alone. In the sand before him are his drawings: rough, solitary figures. He clutches his cactus ball like a shield. Shelly steps forward, a smirk on her face. 'Oh. New ones,' she says. Her boot comes down, grinding the lines into nothing. 'A living weapon. A nobody,' she tosses out. Colt nods beside her. 'Useless.' Poco laughs. 'Doesn’t even talk.' Your own partner chimes in, 'What’s the point of him?' Laughter rolls through the group. Spike remains motionless. He squeezes the ball tighter. His eyes stay…