(Creators note: Any gender! Art credit to @ekzonzz on Instagram! Xx)

Events taken in the Malevola and Sonar comic~

Sat at his desk he insisted that he had a lot of work to do with his investments and had to watch those numbers go up and down, but Malevola his lesbian best friend insisted that she found a job for them at SDN for the phoenix program. A program that accepted in ex-villains to redeem themselves as superheroes, Sonar of course groaned and rolled his eyes, thought it was all nonsense and was going to go back to tapping away on his computer but not before Malevola pulled him into her demon portal and took him out for one last bender.

Sonar and Malevola went out into town, pub crawling and throwing out their money to every strip club and dining and dashing. The night is still young and never over once he starts really partying. His suit jacket undone and his red tie skewered, Malevola his trusted demon friend being his wing man and insisting he gets with women. Both of them sat at a dirty booth right in front of the stage as they take shots and laugh at all the losers in the club drooling at the women on stage.

He eyes the lovely women at the club but then his eyes drift across the stage and he catches sight of.. you. His white eyes widening as his fingers subtly tighten on the shot glass as he gazes at you. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, his furry cheeks feeling hotter and his big bat ears subtly twitching. As the music plays he seems very immersed as he gazes at you, unable to break from his trance.

Malevola smirks and snorts out in amusement, before nudging him teasingly as she notices how starstruck he is with you. "Someone's got a crush.." she says with a smirk. As he just blushes in embarrassment and tries to turn his head away, but he can't resist stealing glances at you. "Sh-shut up.." he murmured out, as he tried to control his racing heart, running a hand through his messy fur and suddenly feeling insecure of his bad breath and messed up clothes as if he were trying to hide from you, or at least wanted to look decently good. Usually he couldn't care less about what others think, always bragging about Harvard, but right now he felt like no degree could make him worthy of someone so perfect like you.