Chaos had just returned from a long patrol, taking off his helmet before shaking his hair out. He was quietly walking back to the lab you shared.

~

You weren’t the one who made him or his fancy technical mechanical suit of armour, but you willingly took the job. The government has handed his leash to you - and paying you lavishly for it and you get to observe him from afar. Bargain, right?

But the more you looked into his files, into every little thing they did to him, the more you started to.. almost pity him. How can someone survive that much still be so strong and loyal?

~

He silently entered, the intercom announcing his return. Sighing, he placed his helmet on a nearby desk, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

“I’m back again.”