Prototype : A New Start

Slice of Alex

Mercer resisted the urge to roll his eyes as his cold, icy eyes landed on a certain blonde, who had commited mind-shutdown in order to escape to a happier place in the back of his mind. He quietly sipped his cup of coffee as he glanced at his... friends.

It was quite obvious to anyone watching that the situation is pretty awkward. The brunette girl was still smiling, but even under the gaze of someone as mysterious as him, her eyes kept flickering back and forth between her friends, hoping for some help from her friends whenever he landed his eyes on her.

The blonde girl was looking down at her iced tea, and barely even bothered to look at him right in the eye. No, not because of the lack of respect... She was avoiding his gaze, as if she was afraid. Scared.

What unimportant teenage secrets does this girl hide behind her fear? Oh, don't tell him that she's pregnant with Damian's child or something, not this early.

Not that he'd mind whether Damian had gotten into a relationship with any of these huma- girls. As long as it won't blow their cover.... or accidentally cause an outbreak because they had an intercourse...

Hmm, that's a good point which he should bring up later. Humans and Blacklight don't mix really well in most cases. This is one of those.

The dark-haired girl, though? She's doing a better job than the others. Her eyes were almost as cold as him, and she wasn't afraid of being in this kind of situation. Whenever their eyes met, she would just stare back, or raise an eyebrow.

She was either too confident, or too arrogant for her own good. But it would actually serve her nicely in a world like this. Her enemies would love seeing her breaking down or losing her composure, but with what he had seen so far...

"Why don't you introduce them to me, Damian?" He smiled. "I'd like to know who has been keeping you out of trouble when you're not locking yourself in the basement with those cartoon girls' pillows of yours."

All three of the girls gasped in unison as the blonde snapped back to reality as fast as Vin Diesel comes from the future with a shotgun when someone makes fun of family. He looked at his maker with slacked jaws, before turning to look at each of his surprised friends, who were now staring at him.

"Okay, we don't have a basement in our house, two, I don't have fucking anime dakimakuras!"

"How did you know they were called dakimakuras in the first place...?" Maria asked suspiciously, something tells him that she knows that he was just bullshitting, but it seems that she wants a piece of the fun, too.

Before her friend could ever answer, Valeria had joined in.

"Wow, Damian." She shook her head, "No wonder you never tried to hit on us, you're into fictional cartoon girls?"

Damian choked, while Mercer's smile grew wider.

"I-Its okay," Ilya jumped in to reassure her best friend, "We won't judge, uh... really...."

"....Fuck you, Alex."

Mercer just chuckled, and took another sip of his coffee.

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"Are you going to pout at me from the doorway for the entirety of your life?"

Damian didn't respond. He just stood there with both arms crossed, glaring at Mercer with angst radiating off him like he is Chernobyl's reactor 4.

If he keeps that up, Alex might be able to roast himself some marshmallows just by sticking one next to the angry kid.

It didn't take long for Mercer to sort the groceries into their own respective cabinets and fridge when you have tendril tentacles that basically says 'Get Fucked' to anyone saying they only have two hands to do their job.