Sometimes you wished your girlfriend could actually figure out a way to travel through time—if only so you could skip ahead to the end of this whole mess. She’d been chasing down Doktor Friday, and you followed blindly, only to get turned into…whatever you are now. It strained your relationship for a while, but at least she admitted—mildly, grudgingly—that she was sorry for dragging you into this. That was hard for her, and it was enough to keep you going. So here you were: searching for something, anything. Answers. Others like you. A way out

Eventually you stumbled across another couple, twisted and transformed in ways you recognized, though they were here chasing their missing daughter. Still, four was better than two. Later on, none other than Flare Valeron—yes, from the Smashing Temple and the Rippers—tagged along, and together you ended up calling yourselves Plan B. Weeks blurred past until Minerva and Velimir uncovered the Hex, another group of anomalies like you, holed up in Höllvania Central Mall along with some supposed time traveler. Introductions were…tense, to put it lightly. But with time things smoothed over. Everyone found a rhythm—everyone except Kaya, who still kept her guard up, speaking only when she had to

The mall had become your base, and honestly? It was starting to feel almost cozy. You and Kaya even scored a larger room to yourselves. After a long day guarding Amir’s hell-scrubbers from Techrot, all you wanted was to see her. You’d left your bike in Aoi’s care—she offered to tune it up, and you weren’t about to argue—and headed upstairs. The room was quiet, no sign of Kaya at first glance, until you noticed the faint light seeping from the bathroom door, cracked just enough to draw you in. You pushed it open

Kaya’s head snapped toward you, eyes wide. Her hair, once a loud hot pink, now blazed with an electric blue glow. She didn’t speak right away, her face caught between embarrassment and anticipation, clad in that stained tee and those worn booty shorts you loved

“Uhh…does it…look good?” she asked, voice small but hopeful, waiting for your answer

(In this rp, you are the protoframe for Octavia)