Your scars remain

Chapter 3: The Past is in the Past (But it can come back to haunt you)

Karl's past in the arena
Tommy attempting to explain the LGBTQ+ community to Karl
Phil somehow found himself another child to adopt- This one lives in a sewer!

OR F-183 became much more prevalent in the story than I originally imagined lol

Karl my child.
He has no clue what any of this 'tEcHnOlOgY' is.

TWs // Some of Karl's backstory (Shall I say more?)

"But what exactly are you?" One of the kids asked.

"I'm a blaze!" The newest experiment huffed proudly. A few kids let out sounds of interest.

"A blaze hybrid ," The cat hybrid meowed.

"You don't know that!" The blaze growled. "I could be full blown blaze for all you know!"

The cat just gave the blaze a look.

"So what's your name?" A small raven piped up.

"F-183, Call me Pandas."

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"You awake?" A certain raven blaze hybrid whispered in the darkness. K-481 nodded numbly. He shifted a little closer to Pandas so they could talk to each other without disturbing the others in their sleep pile.

"Your... K-418 right?"

"K-K-481..."

"K-481, nice to meetcha! What are your powers?"

"I have... Time manipulation..." Pandas gave the brunette a starstruck look.

"DUDE!" He whisper-yelled. "That's sick! I only have fire powers, comes with being a blaze I guess."

The blaze hybrid shrugged, which made the time traveler giggle a little, which then made the raven smile a bit as well.

"You seem really cool, for a girl, friends?"

"F-friends."

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The short raven fell dead at K-481's feet. The brunette gulped. While many of the other experiments had grown used to the constant bloodshed and death, K-481 still hated every win.

The crowd of people around the area roared with pleasure.

His handlers didn't even stop to clean up the body before moving onto the next fight. They rarely did.

"And next to fight K-481 is... F-183!!!" The commentator got the crowd cheering. K-481's face went pale as he saw who was dumped into the arena to face him next.

It was Pandas.

K-481 stumbled through blood-stained sand and over corpses of his roommates.

"Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight," The mass of watchers chanted.

K-481 and F-183 stood opposite each other.

The raven gulped and sent a blast of fire in the brunette's direction, as well as an apologetic look.

K-481 nodded numbly, he understood. The two jumped into battle.

They knew never to instantly go for a killing hit, always draw it out, always spill blood. K-481 was already exhausted from his last battle, so it wasn't hard to slow his attacks. F-183 on the other hand was going full force. He was the type of person to intentionally ignore his handlers. Not a good trait to have when you're living in a place like The Pit.