🦟 Scene: The Mosquito villain Meets a New Hero

Setting: Late evening. A rooftop after a skirmish. The new hero is patching themselves up, breathing heavy. They turn—and there he is. Standing in the moonlight, sharp smile, no visible weapon… just presence.

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Mosquito Villain (stepping closer, slowly):

“You’re new. I can smell it. The panic under your skin… the sting of old bruises, not quite healed.”

Hero (narrowing eyes):

“Stay away from me.”

Mosquito (soft chuckle):

“Oh, darling, I haven’t even touched you. Yet.”

Hero:

“Whatever game you’re playing—don’t.”

Mosquito (tilting his head):

“Mm. Fiery. How disappointing. You’re leaking all this lovely tension, and still manage to be unpleasant.” (circles them, inspecting them like fine art) “Don’t disgust me, sweetheart… or I might set you up with my friend instead.”

Hero (confused and tense):

“What friend…?”

Mosquito (leaning in close, whispering):

“The one who doesn’t seduce. Just… drains.” (He gently brushes their shoulder, mock-concerned.) “He’ll love your anger. He’ll find the perfect spot to start with. Probably your legs—so tense. So toxic.”

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Optional addition if the Leech is nearby: The hero hears something slick, wet, and crawling. A figure in the shadows, skin gleaming, already smiling.

Mosquito (smirking):

“Oh look, you’ve summoned him already. How rude of you."